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The Post-Cataclysmic Age
Where civilization collapsed, barbarism flooded in. Folk learned to raid and kill for grain, to trade in flesh and steel, to build power out of violence and hunger. Wolves became mercenaries, equine tribes turned fertility and milk into contract and leverage. Lion kingdoms rose and fell, always hungry, always reaching for what could not be kept. The den-cities of Vulsa and Roedon are monuments to collapse, law and pride standing only as long as the next disaster allows.
The Cataclysm’s legacy is a living wound. The crust of Vandyrus is riddled with voids, rifts, and buried collapse. Valleys fall away in a night; seas vanish into cracks; entire cultures disappear when the ground betrays them. No one trusts the ground, the sky, or even the promise of peace. Superstition grows out of soil that devours the dead—and sometimes the living.
The present is an age of desperate alliances, petty kingdoms, and doomed banners waving over future sinkholes. This constant ruin has shaped Vandyrus into a world of the haunted and the hungry. To be born here is to expect collapse, to risk everything and trust nothing.
Yet even in the ruins, not all is decay. The old slaver gates, impossible artifacts, still link Vandyrus and Thanator—arteries pumping misery, trade, and ambition between two dying worlds. Raiders, slaves, exiles, and cults pass through them still, shaping the little that remains. Vandyrus endures—not because it remembers, but because it refuses to be erased. Cultures rise from necessity; folk define themselves by survival in the face of extinction, knowing the next age may be the last. History here is a tapestry of gaps, a string of endings dressed up as legacy.
Vandyrus will never match Thanator for splendor, ambition, or mythic pride. What it has instead is stubbornness, a grim pleasure in surviving every collapse. Its only gift from the Cataclysm is unending ruin: a world that never finishes dying, that never forgets how to bleed, and that grants peace only in the silence that follows its latest fall.
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Vandyrian Lexicon
The Following Terms are of Vandyrus and its greater connected strata and may be useful to understand certain documents, passages or even common phrases:
Ereth – An obscure and rather archaic Vandyrian word, Meaning something akin to existential essence or a “greater foundational spiritual purpose“, such as in The Ro’Edyne Cycle’s:
- “weaving new blood into Roedon’s ereth”
Grundy – Slang: Meaning something fundamentally true on a gut level even if aetheric or elusive:
- “Physics, for all it’s mad witchcraft be the grudy basics of natural order.”
Wrathian – Describing institutional cultural cruelty:
- “Don’t get caught, lest ye’ find yerself mired in Wrathian tortures!“
Perforated – Common slang for being shot with a rifle or a smaller slug leaving a hole:
- “Ka’s blood! Damn raven sniper near got me perforated!”
Boogy – Bad Loot; The opposite of booty or ‘good/worthwhile Loot’. Often meant to describe junk or folly filler:
- You’ve got nothin’ to gamble with, mere scrap & boogy!”
Sko’Gore – An engine that burns composited waste through alchemical means:
- “Aye! We have a chassis, just need guns and a mean Sko’gore”
Ul’Dyne – Very ancient, Pre-civilizational, pre-historic:
- “Amidst the sparse and ul’dyne spires of the Kartongan wastes”
Alchetanger – A sealed glass tank with a metal cap, often kept in vaults of shrines:
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