Oseth

This is a world with thousands of years of history, from the primordial tribes of the People, to the ancient clans of the First Kinfolk, and the medieval kingdoms of Man. The People called her Latowchō, the Kinfolk called her Hjoss Eorthin, and the present-day Men simply call her Oseth.   This planet was born by the tantrums of a demonic child, who shaped the world from a dormant, fungal place into a vibrant atmosphere. The Green Demon^(ytbl). He was a child lost from home, his planet of the Green Moon^(ytbl). He was pulled away by the great gravity of Oseth when the Green Moon grazed too close to its neighbor, millions of years ago. Now, though, the Green Demon is dead. He was killed by those that he created, his beloved People.   The Creation Age^(ytbl) passed, making way for the Idol Age^(ytbl), when the cultures of Oseth worshipped new gods^(ytbl). These gods waged war against each other and vied for the belief of their subjects. They, too, passed away, as all things do.   Then the First Kinfolk came. The lesser children of the greater, but deceased, race of People. They saw little magic^(ytbl), unlike their ancestors, but they forged their empires through the inventor's looking glass, anyway. They invented things that the People neglected to forsee.   After the First came the next, the four kinfolk^(ytbl) of today. Most peculiarly, the Men. The Age of Kyriarchana^(ytbl), the Age of Lords^(ytbl), and so many other times passed in quick succession, with Man in the spotlight. Finally, today, we have the petty kingdoms of Man fighting one another with their squabbling politics. They work against each other while a greater threat rises from the Green Demon's bones. After all this time, the Green Moon has come again.