Boden, our home, is an underground haven built by the "Gnosis Evalith". Despite our memory of their visage all but faded. Our progenitors handprint of existance continues to fester. The Dediscere War, a nightmare carved into the subconsious of every Eved and Evalith, a perminant scar engraved deep into the fabric of consciousness. Flashes of soil bathed in sublime fluids draining from fractured bones left by the dead. Once the rubble had settled and we cleansed our blades from blood of friend and foe alike we surrendered to the eternal black, and in the end there was only silence. Within Bodens hallowed chambers of peace and tranquility only we, the Eved, remained.
The Dediscere was the end of the Evalith, but where our history began. The Eved rose to heights never dreamed, only taken. From tribes we grew into cities, and from cities, our states were founded. Asiyah, Etziluth, Seolfor, Kirsiam, Malkuk, and the Tyreinium embassy. They are The Core, the beating heart of our Cradle (Boden).
As our people centralized within The Core overtime we abandoned the outer reaches of the Hekatombs and their vast, intricate, and uncharted paths. Choosing to remain close to our trade routes from one city-state to another for the sake of convenience. It is our turn to carry the torch through the divine dark to continue where the Gnosis Evalith finished. Whether in search of ourselves, or an unknown future, we are alone in the penumbral abyss.