The magic of sierncemen was many but much of it stemmed from the trisity - as domestic bolts of lightning - which was the life blood of the village... flowing in the great veins of all places.
The tricity magic was a Great Power which was used by men to bring forth a great many dreams into being. This magic was terrible in both its beauty and its horror, and was used to dream light, heat, move great objects of power, turn wheels, and all manner of dreams become of it.
Tricity drove our dreams, and without it we were lost and alone in the dark and the cold, where the wild things could huddle us and harm us.
The tricity was lost to us during the Reconciliation... without it everything we knew and dreamed was taken away from us and we became as savages.
All of our dreams stemmed from what was lost.