Centuries later, pretenders arose.
The Later Jantaran Union was a kingdom in name only, ruled for nearly sixteen centuries by the so-called Pheryn Dynasties—cold, calculating warlords and sorcerers who claimed lineage from Elder Jantara without possessing its discipline, doctrine, or restraint. They adopted the symbols of the old league but not its substance, wearing masks as intimidation rather than ritual, hoarding gold instead of circulating it.
This was a civilization of ledgers and lies. Its histories were self-authored, exaggerated, and mutually contradictory. Guilds recorded grievances instead of laws. Faith was replaced with mysticism weaponized for control. Its end came abruptly.
In a single mass poisoning—still unexplained—half a city died in one night. Thrones fell together. Rulers, courtiers, and priests collapsed in confusion and terror. The aftermath was not revolution, but slaughter. What followed was carved obsessively into frescoes for two centuries: betrayal, fire, beheading, and ritual humiliation of the dead.
Yet even this did not birth Bantos.
The usurpers who followed clung to the carcass of the Union for another three hundred years, until they too failed. Their fall left behind a vacuum, not a successor. For centuries after, the lands of ancient Jantara were little more than caravan corridors—crossed, exploited, and ignored by Zhuru’s wider powers.
By this point, even the jackals themselves admitted the truth: Elder Jantara had been real. What came after were not heirs, but parasites.
The Rise of Bantos
- Old Jantara
- The Bantos Rebellions
- The Bantos Uprising
- Bantos
The Jackalands of Yorozh
- New Jantara