The Story of Mydaiel

"For six months after Deadland fell, the survivors stayed in the mountains. Six months of despair, with no knowledge of where they could go. None wished to offer shelter, not when a single human had destroyed a whole corner of the land but days before. On the seventh day of the seventh month, one among them, by the name of Mydaiel, rose up and called the others to follow. And follow they did, for there was none who would do aught else. Seven more days it took them, to travel through the mountain paths. And with each day, their leader seemed to grow a bit brighter, until the entire cave shone like moonlight and precious ores and gems glittered in the walls, but none sought them then. When the mountain finally released them, he was bright as the sun itself. He led them to brown and empty lands, and there was where he spoke to those who had followed.
"I do not give to you the idyllic forests of the east, nor the guarding woods of the west, nor the icy walls of the north, nor the great fortress of the mountains. Those are neither mine to give nor yours to take. I give you the plains of the south, not dead but ageless. I give you not prosperity, but I give you survival. I give you assurance that beauty and grandeur will no longer steal from you honor and gratitude. Take this land that none other has conquered: it is left for you, not as refuse but as a treasure might be stored in a plain box lest it interest thieves."
Some left, then, to seek beauty and grandeur nonetheless, in the little places of the lands of others. But for those of us who stayed, Mydaiel stayed as well, and he taught the taming of the alpacas, and the building of the grass huts and the yurts, and to choose leaders among ourselves after him, and other simple and needful things. And not long after that did he leave. For one day he advised we follow another, should he come to harm or death, and so the first chieftain of the Dulein was chosen, and the next day Mydaiel was nowhere to be found, and never was he seen again."
This is one telling of a common folktale of Shanh Duleiel regarding the founding of the first tribes. Historical evidence for it is entirely absent, and in some cases it is considered proven false; for instance, no sign of precious minerals has been found near the surface level of the Tate-Laku mountains, and had they been so easily available, doubtless the native races would have been mining them long prior. Nonetheless, the tale is more consistent between tellings than most, particularly the name Mydaiel; it is not uncommon for children across the veldt to be named for him.