Before the earliest chapters of Theria's history, there were the wretches. Vile brutes and slithering abominations pestilising every corner of our lands.
Their sentience was never in question, only the topic of their riddance, and until the Great Sealing War any mercy shown upon them was an act most traitorous.
And so it was that we turned them against the angels, and their floating city descended, and the war was won.
Only... what safe land remained to revel in it?

-Sutemain, scholar of Caragal's Hidden Archives