And death befell the world, and all who had ever roamed the lands ceased to be, slowly, painfully, succumbing to madness first and hunger second. Their hopes fell, their dreams failed them, and all rational races were gone.

 What remained was a world more reminiscent of a wasteland. The irrational beasts of the wilds grew to be, once again, the dominant species in Gurr'Kha. Whatever was left of rationality was no more. 

 Eventually, rational beings could rise again, and they would name the world they lived in differently. They would find, many, many years later, the remnants of what had once been the civilizations which were destroyed by the death of what their people believed in.

 Gurr'Kha is unfortunate.