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Part 1: The Singular Form

In the Earliest Days, Wyrr was blue and still. Oceans covered her completely and no life stirred. From this depth rose Urukhoš, the Giant. For 1,000,000 years he scrapped the mud from the ocean and made Gend’Luru, the home of life. He slept in the shade of Drisi, the Tree. He nourished himself from Nara, the River. He climbed Šakul, the mountain and looked in every direction.

He was completely, utterly alone. Urukhoš prayed.

Part 2: The Star Fall

Urukhoš prayed to Nothing, and for 100,000 years he prayed. He was lonely and prayed that he may no longer feel this emptiness again. On the 100,001st year, his prayers were answered.

From Nothing came Something. Something came in the form of Osgǔ, the Fire. No one knows from whom Osgǔ was born, where Osgǔ hailed from, why Osgǔ hit Wyrr, or how it heard the solemn words of Urukhoš.

From the inky Košmus, the Empty, Osgǔ, Star of Fire, slammed directly into the head of Urukhoš, and he was turned to The Ash and Sky. His remains were strewn across the entirety of Wyrr seeding life.

Ošgu shattered the Land, splintered the Tree and flooded the River. Continents began to form in the wake. The fire of Osgǔ sank and sank, til a molten core formed and in its Chaos, brought forth the power of Creation and Destruction. For 100,000,000 years the World healed and reshaped itself once more.

But the spark of life, (save for vegetation and crustaceans) was now extinguished on Wyrr.

Part 3: The Miracle
The fragments that once constituted Urukhoš had finally reformed as Two. Mir, Death, and Aroš, Life. From this Miracle came all that is LIGHT and DARK.
They fight for an unknown duration. Aroš fighting for life and stability, and Mir fighting for destruction and Rebirth. Aroš wants to rebuild Gend’Luru, but Mir ensures that Aroš will never succeed. The lands once again shift.

The fighting of the Two wakes the Early Elves. Precursors to all that is elven on Wyrr. Mir corrupts factions of elven tribes to do his bidding.

The Dark Elves wake up.

Part 4: The Cleansing Storm and the Deep Unknown

After the corruption of the Dark Elves, Aroš summoned forth the Cleansing Storm. Nearly flooding all of Wyrr. Though it pained him and caused him immeasurable sorrow, it was the only way to vanquish the corruption. The flood erased all of the corruption Mir placed upon the elves, but changed them as well. In the wake of the Flood, the Sea Elves, Wood Elves, Dark Elves wake up. Countless other lesser elves scatter the Ruins of Wyrr.

The Cleansing Flood however, awoken a force strange and terrifying. Unknowingly, the lightning from Aroš’s Fury stirred to life Ulošun, deep in the trenches of what is now the Therydian Ocean.

However, Aroš was still fighting Mir, Who-Cannot-Die. Mir, having learned from his past humiliation, rebuked the rule of Aroš 20 fold.

Aroš was wounded and tired.

Part 5: The Parents and the Siribat

Aroš, confused and dying,sought to give up his form, just as his precursor Urukhoš once did. Upon dying, he returns as Umat (Mother) and Abat (Father). They consummate their love and Umat birthed the Moon, Tabliel (lit. “Good-Night” in Lab-Uskan, hence the phrase) on Tabliel, the parents birth and raise the 1,000 Siribat. As the Siribat wake up, they will become their own respective deities on Wyrr.

In Its despair, Mir creates his Dubious Kin, malicious beings that live to counter all progress the Siribat may have in shaping Wyrr. To do this, he creates volcanoes, and using the molten core, he effectively destroys any last hope that Gend’Luru will reform. The Siribat splinter off into many lands and will eventually for pantheons for the Races that one day call them home.

Though evil in nature, the Dubious Kin serve to keep Creation of the Siribat in check. Balance and order are created.

Part 6: Men Awaken, and The Great Dark.

The Siribat, overwhelmed at the prospect of fighting off the Dubious Kin, create men. Elves had no interest in doing the bidding of any God, lest they experience the shame that brought about the Cleansing Flood once more. Men filled this role. However, Mir created men of his own, seeing that Men would be forever doomed to fight amongst themselves.

Tired from millions of years of fighting. The Siribat relied on Men to now forge Wyrr at their behest. Mir, Who-Cannot-Die, used Its Dubious Kin to spread discord and deceit across Wyrr.

Tribes and clans fought one another. The men and elves fought, for even the Siribat, with all of their wisdom and power, could not full control the Men, as Mir had poisoned their minds with the men It created.

War was all the life on Wyrr knew, and the constant commotion finally awoken Ulošun, the Hate of the Trench. He spewed fire, steam and lava on Wyrr all at once.

For the next 10,000 years, no records are kept. No tribes form. Races retreat to caves to hide from the indescribable horrors that plague Wyrr. Life is mutated and warped this time. Monsters of every kind now roam Wyrr, making it a hostile and unpredictable world. The Races just barely cling to life. The Parents flee to the outer depths of the Košmus, never to return.

Part 7: The Second Miracle, Orcs and Dwarves

After 10,000 years Ulošun returned to sleep and things on Wyrr began to stabilize. The Races exited their caves and discovered agriculture. This is now known as the Second Miracle.

Upon returning to the land, the Races discovered the Orcs. Orcs had lived on Wyrr during the 10,000 years known as The Great Dark. No one can say for sure how they actually got there, as Orcs were primitive and stupid in their very-earliest-days. Overtime and despite great hardships, the Orcs created clans and tribes, language and culture. Now as civilized as any of the other races, they too took to life on Wyrr, though they face discrimination from the other Races, due to their mysterious origins.

The Siribat, now sapped of power, could only sway Races through visions, dreams, and taking the forms of mortals. In their wisdom the Siribat create Magic. Magic is granted to all of the Races, to arm them against insane terrors, should Ulošun ever reawaken
Wizards, sages, shamans and the like now lead the various factions of the Races. Rudimentary civilizations begin to form. The Siribat seeded the pursuit of Knowledge on Wyrr.

A lone Siribat, now known as Ahzhurr, was so traumatized by the horrors of the Great Dark, that he retreated to the far North. He made his own land, Dwaer. On Dwaer, Ahzhurr sat and mediated on the horrors he witnessed. In his deep meditation, he lay so still that a gargantuan mountain formed around him, and from this mountain came the Dawrves. Inheriting the anxieties of their God, Dwarves were naturally xenophobic and dug into the mountains. There, they made vast Chamber-Kingdoms. They dug gold and gems, and advanced rapidly in areas of science and engineering.

Worship of their God, Ahzhurr, let to Wyrr’s first monotheistic religion.

Part 8: The Rule of the Races

With farming came society and with society came the myriad nations that now speckle the lands of Wyrr. The First Empires arise.

The Elves in their home Syrgra, excel in areas of art, philosophy, literature and architecture.

Men created the earliest organized religions, grow rich with the mastery of commerce, and create some of the earliest laws on Wyrr.

Dwarves, now with a technological edge, abandon their Chamber-Kingdoms and colonize lands on Wyrr. They form the earliest technocracies, and most Wyrran tech comes from their discoveries. Dwarves, now accustomed to the other races, lose a lot of their inherent xenophobia. They eventually assimilate and adapt to life among the lands of Elves and men. They are known to be shrewd, but honest.

Orcs are the first to domesticate horses. On war carts, they ravage lands that dare to threaten their existence. Many advances in weaponry and metallurgy are derived from the Orcs, though Dwarves will almost always dispute these claims.

Part 9: the Present.

Kingdoms and empires have risen and fallen, and the Races, constantly evolving, are now on the precipice of a full blown industrial revolution. Mages and scholars are now learning how to imbue dwarven creations with the Magic the Siribat gifted to Wyrr. This brings about amazing creations, and devastation in many forms. The world is still adapting to rapid changes, and not all of the Gods are happy to see their Magic in such a perverse fashion. This will set the stage for more writings that I haven’t gotten to yet.

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No I will NOT be adding any context or correlation between political entities and jam bands. You can’t make me, my mommy said so. 🤑

Rome - Grateful Dead
Byzantine Empire - Phish
Qing Dynasty - Goose (Ty Thurgood)
Holy Roman Empire - Allman Brothers
Achaemenid Empire - Widespread Panic (ty again)
Lombard Italians - Disco Biscuits
Papal States - String Cheese Incident
Poland - Twiddle (rip(?))
Danes - Spafford
Burgundians - Dopapod (rip)
Rus - Dogs in a Pile
Scythians - Squeaky Feet (ty jsmash)
Inca Empire - Frank Zappa (ty again jsmash)
Scots - Infamous String Dusters (damn this wook knows history)(ty again jsmash)
Spanish Inquisitors - Marcus King (ty ghostfacesteala)
Visigoths - Lespecial (ty posternutbag)
Mongolians - Umphrey’s McGee (ty shroom)
Hungarians - Eggy
Iroquois Confederacy - Railroad Earth (ty tripmiester)
Vijayanagara Empire - Pigeons Playing Ping Pong (ty foxontherox)
Magyars - Gov’t Mule
Bulgarians - moe. (Ty Chris)
Caliphate of Cordoba - Leftover Salmon
Seljuk Turks - Billy Strings
Normans - STS9
Mauryan Empire - Lotus (Ty mediocrepassage)
Srivijaya Empire - Daniel Donato’s Cosmic Country (ty redsun)
Vikings - the myriad lower tier Jam Bands

Any glaring issues I missed? Idk you tell me what else should be there. (Farts)