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Off the mountains of the Qaywandar, from whence flow the ten thousand rivers and from whence flows the mother of all rivers, the Dahuur, do the clay-fingered people, the dehru of the white silk hair and eyes of lapis lazuli, stretch their arms and take repose in the favour and immense bounty of the gods. How so their reclining came to be and how such favour was cast down upon them is spoken only by the ascetics and mendicants who tread the winding roads of the land of Dehrthaa, is spoken only by the monks in their mountain monasteries - chambers upon chambers and alcoves upon alcoves hewn into the rock and woven - and is spoken especially by the priests in their great temples built like pillars, like towering causeways unto heaven; carved therein are the tales of old, the beginning of the gods, and the end of all things. And it is carved in the rock of ages and whispered on the tongues of those most learned pillars of the dehru peoples that Dehrthaa was not always Dehrthaa, but only came to be Dehrthaa in later times when the era of the lordship and mastery of the tiger and the lion and the dircaan were at an end. The earth was tamed by the gods and the rage of the beasts against the clay-fingered people extinguished, and the eyes of lapis lazuli inherited all upon which the gaze fell: and behold, the clay-fingered people of the white silk hair and eyes of lapis lazuli were the first to tread upon the land and first to glance of it, and they called it Dehrthaa, the land of promise, the Elysium of the mortal plains, the heavenly garden of the earth, the shimmering pearl and singular beauty upon the crown of creation.

Of dehru beginnings let this be known: it came to be in the time of Aeron, whose name in the generations that followed would no more be Aeron, that a terrible bloodletting fell upon the people and none knew whence or wherefore or by what manner or means it came to be. And it is said that from the millions of persons who in that time made up the great nation of the voirans - who with the fifth generation from the time of that very bloodletting would no more know themselves as voirans but only dehrus (insofar as all who call Dehrthaa their home are such) - were reduced to a fledgling group of six and threescore persons, no more than that or less; onescore of menfolk, twoscore of womenfolk and six not of majority, of whom two were daughters of the voiran race and four were sons. And in the wake of that great culling - which can be explained in no other sense than that the gods in wisdom mysterious so willed it and the gods in sublime sagacity so planned - was the voiran nation in great disarray and turmoil; its shattered remnants wandered here in the forests of that frozen land and there, hither thither wandered unknowingly and blind, back and forth wandered in tears and in confusion not knowing whither they wandered, here and there wandered lost and abandoned, awaiting only absolution from the fetters of life and the end of all wanders.

But the voirans of those days were made for wandering and not for loss, and the gods were aggrieved to cast the gaze on them and find them as thus; so they sent forth from the seven heavenly bodies and the twelve constellations of the celestial plains, and also from the aerial courses of the moon, and from where the sun sheds its rays on all of creation, and from where the fourteen planets circle across the empyrean field and speak fortune, and shed on the eyes of mortalkind some of the divine secrets and mysteries, a single saviour and guide. A single white raven they sent down from that celestial map of all that was and is and will be. Into a man formed him, a man with eyes of lapis lazuli and hair of white silk, as they were, and as snow was his skin - and their skin all in those days, for their flesh had not mixed with the clay of Dehrthaa and they were not of the clay-fingered people. A single guide from the map of celestial guidance did the gods cause to descend upon those six and threescore voirans. And in this manner their number arrived at completion so that they were seven and threescore all together. And upon them - alongside Aeron who would no more be Aeron - descended the sacred soul and own breath of the gods, which then they called Voia but would call by another name in later times and forget forever the Voia-name as to the windmill of forgetting they would consecrate the Aeron-name and all names as came from the land of ice and death before Dehrthaa. Arosh was the raven-guide named, that breath of the gods Vanadey.

Golden were the days of all who followed Arosh, blessed all who walked in the shade of Vanadey the breath of gods. Where the foot of the raven-guide fell was spring, behind him ever the shadow of winter; never could it near and never could it grasp and never could it sup upon they who took to the path of Arosh. Above was Vanadey, the breath of the gods, to left of them and to right on the narrow path, behind them also and beyond was that sacred soul and below them in the earth. None faltered who walked in the way of Vanadey, none tired who journeyed with the breath of the gods and were as one with her.

In such manner did they, those lost souls from the time of the culling, come Dehrthaa and call it home. Off the mountains of the Qaywandar, from whence flow the ten thousand rivers and from whence flows the mother of all rivers, the Dahuur, did the clay-fingered people, the dehru of the white silk hair and eyes of lapis lazuli, stretch their arms and take repose in the favour and immense bounty of the gods; until the end of days and death of the world.

[hider=Summary]A post I started ages ago when I still had plans for Aeron and the remnants of the voirans creating the Chindia civ. Thought I'd post it. A weird esoteric post basically describing some elements of Chindian civ and how the voirans travelled to it from the north. (They did so through the tunnel networks flammity bammity goddess created.)[/hider]