The God Vasaa came to the planet thousands of years ago, when the stars were still young. In their mouth they carried the spark of life. Taking a handful of salt from the Great Bite, and a handful of ice from the World’s Dome, they spat out the spark and around it they shaped the first Humanity.

Vasaa taught these humans of the world. The God gave their creations the gifts of magic and of masonry; of where to find water in the wastes, what foods to eat and what foods to shun; and of the laws of kinship and warfare to govern the nations. Vasaa placed the human tribes in the Canyon Lands, where the great arms of the Ketyin and Orlen meet above the Great Bite. The God then lay down to sleep and gave their name to the planet they had so blessed.

The Great Migrations brought these human nations forth into the world.

The People of Beren and the People of Amger travelled West into Ketyin, and here they settled.

The People of Hobin and the People of Saratxa travelled East and North into Orlen, and here they settled.

The People of Chemoi stayed settled in the Canyon Lands.

The lesser tribe of the People of Camares struck far to the East and settled in the lands around and below the Eastern Ridge. Here too settled the People of Godin, children of the Hobin.

The lesser tribe of the People of Finaqba travelled south to the edges of the Great Bite.

As they migrated, the Fasaathi waged petty wars and struggled over water and shade, and food ever was scarce. The Harpies of Amtlar – horrid creatures in the shape of winged humans, but yet not of Vasaa – ranged forth from their mountain fastness to prey on the humans of Fasaath. To this day these beasts yet stalk and harry humanity. Though through this trial and many other, the harsh land and burning sun took its toll on the people of Fasaath, the deepest desert oases and the least patches of shaded rock are inhabited by we who overcame this planet.

Here these tribes made their homelands, but today humanity of all nations may be found in all the settled lands of Fasaath. The nomadic Binni too roam the wastes – traders and wanderers who, alone of all the humanity in Fasaath, are not of Vasaa, and have no homeland here.

The last Great Migration took place twenty generations past, when the People of Duare – children of the Chemoi – set forth from the Canyon Lands on a religious crusade. They marched the length of Orlen, around the Great Northern Range and the World’s Dome, in search of a new homeland deep in the planet’s unforgiving far quarter. After many generations of prospecting and toil, they founded the Garden City of Ilqi, and dug the great Polar Canal to feed its many marvellous fields and farms.