Orinnian Lore

====Pre-Archonate Akinidir====
In the decades and centuries before the migration to Abexilas, three notable great powers settled on the land of Akinidir. The First Nation-State was the Kingdom of Arrum-Allatus, this nation was mostly comprised of Forest dwelling elves and dryads with a large human slave population. The only known King of Arrum was the Last King called Tai-A-Mat, after his death the wrath of the Gods sunk the Kingdom for their adultery and barbarous treatment of slaves using them as tools of pleasure. Many sunken buildings from this era can be found only a couple dozen feet underwater off the coast of the Greater Kahei-Midari province. The surviving elves were taken prisoner by the still intact human populace, and were put to work building the city of Quarum in the lesser jungle archipelago to the far east. These humans, now known as the Quarum, were nearly just as barbaric as their former overlords using massive slave armies to raid and pillage the island chains of Halinn and Gexas. Despite their warfare, it is hypothesized their Empire fell due to in fact a type of Fungal disease called Chrolyphyeus-Mari, a highly contagious and brutal flesh eating variant of the lesser known Chrolyphyeus-Terra, a non deadly and passive log fungus. Over time, their population plummeted, and rebellions broke out across the realm ending their domination. Before the third nation rose, a strange event happened seemingly taking place globally.
====Eve of the Younger Son Impact====
After a deep in-depth analysis through historians and archaeologists, there is definitive evidence that at some point in Pre-Rathamite migration history, an asteroid strike killed around forty to sixty percent of all Abexilas life. While mining in the Orinnian Mines of Monaria, miners uncovered a number of strange geodes fused together by extreme heat. These geodes also contained melted sections of rock and debris. Upon further investigation it was revealed that these geodes had in fact buried themselves with great force somehow into their current positions. This combined with a black ash layer and a lack of fossils led many scientists to conclude that a cataclysmic event took place within 4700-3900 years before the Migration. 
====Late Serredin culture====
One still living culture still resides in the North alongside the Orinnian settlers, the Native Serredin have no true ties to the Quarum or the elves, in fact the Serredin hunt the now primitive elves through the jungles to test their martial prowess. These elves have lost their ability to communicate due to years of continuous destruction to their race. Only a select few elves are able to communicate in even in the most basic capabilities, most elves in Orion come from foreign lands across the sea home to different races of elves. Despite advanced cultural roles, lineages, and sciences, Serredin military technology is lagging far behind its Abexilas contemporaries, being clearly outmatched and outgunned by even small powers from Ratham. The Serredin are run by an oligarchic style council of Elders and Family members of Preists. These Elders hold the Title of Hatun, and the Preists Family holds the Title of Harruk. However due to the secluded nature of the council, Nepotism is a driving factor in Serredin politics stagnating their state. Recently however, the younger Serredin generation has come to protest this idea by letting their hair grow longer or leaving to the Orinnian controlled area of the nation. One notable Serredin is a man called Calescu who became fed up with the nepotism and despotic nature of the government, and instead imbedded himself within the Orinnian area as first a Member of Parliament, and then as a Foreign Diplomat and Head of the Ministry. 
====Emergence of Orinnian culture====
Orion in the very beginning was a naval power, descended from seafaring ancestors and fishermen. Orion was named after the star belt bearing its name, however it is unknown where the true origin came from due to the constellation being named in the prehistoric era.
== Hymn of the Sailors: The Annals of Orion ==
The following is the Orinnian founding myth, and a mythical retelling of Orinnian history up to the present.
=== Chapter 1: Psalm of the Stars ===
We were a proud people.
We sailed the abyssal waters of the void in great ships of stone and light.
Our tribes were mighty and our brothers held vast kingdoms. Aries, Taurus, the distant emperors of Andromeda. Stretching into the infinity. 
Though none as great as ours. Orion.
Our strength and beauty brought the jealousy of the gods. Our light striking awe and terror as it pierced through the heavens.
This light was of our creation, and over time, this began to eat away at the pride and hearts of the gods, though none alone had the power to extinguish us.
Nyxaris the Wicked, called a meeting of the deities.
Ours was a light too powerful, and the gods believed it was a power that was only deserving of their control.
Together, they stripped the light from our ships, forming them into bolts for their own control.
Our ships were cast down.
In flames we fell. And in our last moments we exploded over the realms of men and beasts.
One last brilliant light before an era of silence.
=== Chapter 2: A Home on Blue Waters ===
Where others would have perished, we lived on.
We were sailors after all, in black oceans or blue.
Though alien, we learned to tame the land.
On it we built our city.
In honor of our great tragedy, it bore the name of Starfall.
Through the years, what was once a prison began to feel as a home
Through the centuries, we grew to love our neighbours and see them truly as kin
This world of Akonanada was our berth, our peaceful harbour.
However, this home as well was doomed to fall.
We were the first to chart the water’s rise.
Gradually at first, then all at once, the waves crawled their way through the forests and up the mountains, swallowing the great fortresses and cities of men.
Some wished to remain, not to lose another home.
Kahei, our queen, chose to let the oceans envelope her within her walls.
The rest of us decided to live.
We would tame these new treacherous waters.
We were sailors after all.
However, we were broken and without leadership. The storms that battled furiously above us promised to splinter our ships and condemn our race.
We knew there could only be one path to lead to salvation, but even the best of us did not know where.
Suddenly, out of the tempests flew a raven. It landed on the bow of our ship and at once it commanded us to sail west.
With the raven’s guidance, as though through the eye of a needle, we passed the storm unharmed.
Following in our wake were the once untouchable fleets of the Beepeck Company, their ships laden with the last great treasures of our world.
As the wind finally grew quiet, and the sun at last greeted our fleet, we braced ourselves for the voyage ahead.
At our backs the storm still raged, its dark clouds clawing at the sky, dragging what was once our home with it into the depths.
At once, the raven transformed into a man, and took it on himself to lead our people into the future. Though not of Orinnian blood, Raven would become our greatest leader.
It was there we stood, a flotilla of desperate and battered people. It was there we determined ourselves to keep alive the memory of our Akonanadan brethren.
Our cousins of choice, not of blood.
=== Chapter 3: A Continent of Fire and Blood ===
It was a generation before we witnessed shores of a new world.
As our ships approached, we saw great cities and powerful walls rise above the horizon to meet us.
We had found an ancient and mighty continent. Rathnir.
Its banks had long been claimed and settled, and we understood that we had now found ourselves playing a lethal game.
One of conquest and intrigue. And of anhillation.
We rebuilt our civilisation. 
Belt Bay, our city, though young, grew beautiful and prosperous.
However, our lands were coveted, and we were not prepared for the violence and cruelty that accompanied these foreign coasts.
The Daelyrians, dragon worshippers, bathed our city in fire.
They sacked Belt Bay, ravaged our countryside, and pushed us back out into the sea.
Again we were forced to flee our home, the shame and pain of which struck deep into our hearts.
The great kings of the Frosterium opened their gates to our peoples.
While these lands of ice were cold and unforgiving, the kindness of the Frosmyre warmed our souls.
Though we missed the warm coasts of our home dearly, we dedicated ourselves to the service and friendship of our protectors.
Generations passed and the factories of our new home in Nebulis rose high and proud. 
However, where others may have seen achievement, we only felt longing.
The air was choked with steel and soot, and it felt as though our dream of a nation to ourselves had begun to suffocate as well.
When Iristor’s comet began its journey across the sky, many were terrified.
Their impenetrable forces and indomitable armies could not outrun the coming frost.
We were ready.
As nations scrambled to ready fleets and airships to outrun the coming night, we found ourselves more than prepared.
This was our history, we were sailors after all.
Tasked with carrying the preeminent wealth of the Frosterium, we sailed boldly into a new unknown world.
=== Chapter 4: A Haven for all Peoples ===
As the first of the great Ratham armadas reached the coasts of Abexilas, there was chaos. Settlements were razed as fast as they were built, and armies were itching to return to their old traditions of warfare. 
We sailed further south, past the bandit kingdoms that had formed in the north, until we found it. 
In the sea lay a great wound. A hole that had tore its way through the earth and out into the void.
At last we had found a way to return to our ancestral home. Back to the abyssal seas of our forefathers and brothers in the night sky.
There were those who wished to return, to reclaim our celestial kingdom, and slay Nyxaris, the god that had doomed our tribe to the blue waters. To once again rise in awe over mankind.
But we were not the same people that had once careened into the earth. We had been shaped by the kindness and beauty of men.
Instead, we yearned to create a nation that could serve as a haven for those seeking respite from war and conflict.
We determined ourselves to become warriors of peace, and the stewards of our chosen kin.
Along the shores of the Botany Bay, within view of the chasm, we built our final capital.
One which we would never again be thrust from.
In honour of our fallen queen, we named it Kahei.
A city for all.
However, Nyxaris the Wicked returned.
On seeing the rapid growth of our nation, and the lauded praises of our peoples, he again began to eat away with envy.
At first he turned the hearts of the people, whispering to them that they were slaves, spurning violence and uprisings in the streets.
However this could not destroy the nation, as the people rallied around the tenets of peace and solidarity.
Under his command, hordes of undead assaulted the city. Vexes blotted out the skies and rained arrows down.
Terrible creatures rampaged their way through the winding streets and canals of Kahei.
However, ours were not a people that could so easily be defeated anymore.
The Shields of Orion stood steadfast and fierce.
Beating back the bloody onslaught until Nyxaris himself stood alone, high above the city.
A mortal cannot kill a god.
Whether it be a solitude soldier or legions of men, the gods retain their own primarchy.
Taking to the streets and rooftops, Orion’s knights found all weapons impervious to the god. 
Arrows bounced off Nyxaris’ steel skin, and the god moved as a phantom, so fast he could not be even be perceived. 
Wielding his stolen light, Nyxaris cast down bolts of lightning along the rooftops and the shield walls, annihilating all those it touched.
At last, the Archon Raven challenged Nyxaris. While a caustic storm raged above the island, the two clashed together, swords in hand.
However, Raven wielded a weapon Nyxaris did not expect.
________. The god-killer.
As his sword plunged deep into Nyxaris, the deity recoiled away, retreating back into the heavens and his blood soaking deep into the ground of Kahei’s square.
As light finally broke through the clouds, the city remained firm. 
This was a storm we had not run away from.
This was a land we were determined to protect.
We are Orinnian, and we are now again a proud people.