The Black Exodus

Era beginning/end

It is a day that no Dagomári would ever forget. The moment when Caatavil's light became that much darker. On the first hour of the twenty-ninth day, all true Fae vanished from the peninsula. Like "Effigies in the Cold Wind."

And with them, the beating heart of Dagomári society. For so long, the Tokaarii governed everything about them. They molded their bodies, taught them how to marshal their eversouls, devised the laws of their people, and were the focal point of their rituals.   For only the Tokaarii had the Enma daz Oñ.

hDaquó po Nüron, 'Wind Dolls.' For their gods looked like "Wandering Effigies in the Cold Wind."

And as the Black Exodus caused a collapse within that would cascade for several centuries. A terrible darkness that would haunt the Timberlands for centuries. It stuck with them. They called out to their gods and named them hDacónůr. For, while they left behind their vibrant cities of marble and timber like deathly ruins, hollow and lifeless. The Hyyl still had their heirs.   The Ďagômaari.