A bit of history

Once there was a great race of people. They lived very very far from here and knew much of magic and were masters at using it in the five forms. Their Self Masters saw the links the planets made in their galactic dance, saw that those supporting life formed a rapport, and reached out to one another across the vastness of space. They learned to track these linkages, to learn the grandly subtle language of the planets and worked with the other Elemental users to create great ships to quickly traverse the distances to other inhabited planets.

The first peoples they came upon where the Dohlkele. If you've never seen one it's very difficult for me to describe them. They are small, winged, and resemble a cross between a deer and a crow. They have long tails for steering and claws on their legs for gripping trees. The oddest thing about the Dohlkele, however, isn't their appearance, but their memory. They have none. When this space-faring people came upon the Dohlkele they were greeted by a chorus of voices, all speaking in unison. They have a hive-like mentality and a collective memory. They took one of the Dohlkele with them on their ship and soon found he was unable to remember from day to day. The space-farers saw how vulnerable the Dohlkele would be to outside invasion and made a deal with them to always protect them from harm in exchange for the use of their planet.

The space-faring people, which you by now might have guessed to be your Jothani ancestors, prospered and became numerous. They explored many different planets, but no creatures they encountered they enjoyed spending time with quite as much as the Dohlkele. When the Dohlkele's sun was dying, the Jothani worked to make a home for them on one of the moons in their own system. This was done, and both races prospered.

But this time of prosperity couldn't last forever. A great Cataclysim occured. Some say the Elemental users used too much, some say a hostile race was discovered and attacked before any could give warning, some say it was the Jothani's pride itself that brought the once great nation to its knees. Either way, the Jothani were forced to evacuate. They took the Dohlkele and as many native creatures as they could and fled the system. We know there was an explosion, it rocked the bonds of the living planets and shot the Jothani farther and faster than they had ever ventured before. They became trapped around a system that held one small yellow sun and nine planets, the third of which called to their navigators. It was teeming with life.

-Excerpt from The Exodus, as recorded by Raoute Le, Jothani Archivist.