Oral History of Fuharah

When the realm was formed Fuharah started taking shape as a world of flora and fauna, for ages there were no people here. The first people to take shape on this world was the Firbolgs; we tell our creation myth where the god Salvara had found shelter in this world, being a gentle deity she wished for a world that could offer clarity and to find people who would care for the lands. Thus the Firbolgs were made by her wish; we would tend to the lands and animals of this world, never fully settling in one place for long as to not disturb its nature. Eventually out of necessity we Firbolgs established a village in the warfell valley; they were nomadic for over two thousand years by this point and had gathered a great deal of understanding for many of the plants and animals but didn’t have a settled means of sharing this information with one another. Once they started gathering in this village the Firbolgs shared stories of what they had seen and leant so far and their oral traditions were taking shape. So far their numbers were still relatively small; hundreds strong and they lived long enough to see much of the world in one life time but there was still much to be explored and discovered on Fuharah.

Three or so thousand years after the forming of the warfell village there was a strange change in the winds of  Fuharah; strong rains and gusts of wind that would come and go so suddenly, to be shortly followed by rainbows and sweet winds. It was in this time that the Firbolg had seen Salvara’s brother Tervos. The Firbolg very rarely interacted with Salvara, there were no temples or alters to her but the Firbolg would offer up their prayers to her and leave tokens for her on their travels in the form of planting saplings so we didn’t know much about our god beyond what lead her to crate us. Tervos had been searching for his sister for ages and wished for her to return to their home, though powerful as gods are; even the gods can’t control the weave of nature and Tervos was already being pulled back to his world by its force. Salvara seemed ether unwilling or unable to leave Fuharah but told her brother that she would keep a memory of him in this world and from the Grate Mountains she formed the Goliaths in his image.

The Goliaths were very different in nature from us but never to the point that the two races clashed, they were created from the same god and of the same world but the intention for them was so vastly different. The Goliaths were made by a god of this realm but in the image of a god beyond Anemoia so they initially had a hard time settling in to their roll. They didn’t have the calm nature of the Firbolgs to be stewards of the lands but they weren’t destructive by any means. Though they had a strong need for expression and started inventing ways to tell their stores and communicate beyond just words. Goliaths began fighting for sport, dances for rituals and other ceremonies, they made settlements high up in the Mountains that it’s said they were created from and began to form their own culture. As folds in the weave opened up portals to other worlds, the Goliaths sought them out to explore and learn more, bringing back stories and ideas to help expand their creativity. Though they are an adventurous people and travel far into the realm, it’s rare for Goliaths to settle outside of Fuharah; it always feels like home to them.

Less than a thousand years later, the winds of Fuharah once more were changing in strange ways, unlike before when Tervos was trying to find his way into Anemoia these changes were long and low rumblings, flashes of light and booming sounds that could be mistaken for the sounds of war, if anyone on Fuharah had known war before. Salvara took form once more and rose from the land to peer into what was beyond the sight of the mortals of Fuharah and stretched out as folds of the weave pulled tight. Within her arms were a new people that the Firbolgs and Goliaths had never seen. Salvara set the wounded Orcs down on the land and asked her Firbolgs to help tend to them.  The Firbolgs headed the call of their god, tending to the dozens of badly wounded Orcs but once the first of the Orcs came to, they tried to get away from the Firbolgs. More so then finding themselves in a new realm the Orc felt a profound shame in failing their god Prodosh for being so weak and had initially accepted their fate to parish. Salvara had already returned to the land and when the Firbolgs tried to pray to her for guidance on what to do she simply said to leave them to make a home on this world. The Orcs were too wounded to pick any fights with the Firbolgs and their spirits were so dashed from disgraces that they didn’t seem to have it in their hears if they were physically able to; so they set out to make small communities in various parts of the land and tried to settle into a life they never expected to live. Whenever the Firbolgs came close to an Orc settlement, the Orcs would put distance between them; they didn’t know how they went from a grate battle to this strange new world but the Firbolgs were the first thing they saw and in their old life, it was a dishonour to nurse the wounded back to life rather than to end them. The Orcs were now cut off from their god Prodosh who had made Orc from their blood and bones so the Orcs of Fuharah were spiritually lost.

The Orcs, after decades of coming to terms with their new lives started trying to find what it is they should live for now. Their live spans are much shorter than that of the Firbolgs and about half as long as the Goliaths so the first Orcs that came to the realm were already starting to die. Though they didn’t pass on their stories in great detail to the next generation, the younger Orcs felt that spiritual loss still and it carried on from generation to generation even when all stories of their old world had long faded away. The Firbolgs learnt to keep their distance from Orc settlements out of respect to their wishes but the Goliaths were curious about them.  The Goliaths tried to encourage the Orcs to integrate into their settlements and help out the Orcs; though the Orcs wanted to keep to themselves they were more tolerant of the Goliaths but few Orcs would live in Goliath settlements and even fewer Goliaths in Orc ones. As the decades moved into centuries and then millennia the Orcs of Anemoia changed to look different from those first Orcs, they adapted to the environments they lived in but they still have that longing without knowing what was missing or how to fill it. Eventually the Orcs of the Sleetkins tribe sought to full their longing with a new god, having never communed with Salvara and Prodosh being long forgotten they started followed the Horned God. Eventually the idea of finding a god caught on with the other Orc tribes and for now it seems to offer the Orc some solace in their profound longing.

The first connection point on Fuharah was found by a Firbolg named Vakas as he was making his way through the Cayfell forest about 400 years after the Firbolgs came into being. This point had led to Hyrhafell on one of the floating mountains so initially it hadn’t seen much use. The Firbolg were confused by the portal and hadn’t know what to make of it but as they were preparing to explore where it lead to, the portal closed days later. 200 years after that first portal appeared, a group of Firbolgs came across a strange person unlike anything they’ve ever seen. This person had light purple skin and a set of long curved horns coming from their head and a tail! The person seemed just as confused to be on Fuharah as the Firbolgs were of them but neither side was hostile. The Firbolgs took them to meet with their elder and started working on a form of communication. It took weeks of work but soon the traveller was able to make simple sentences  and the Firbolgs were able to understand Thorius, as they introduced themselves. Thorius stayed with the Firbolgs for 20 years, telling them of their world as best they could, there were things that couldn’t be properly translated. Once another portal was discovered Thorius and a few Firbolgs traveled, not to Thorius’s world but a new one.