The day that Heaven fell, and the Heart was broken, the five demonic tribes sought to divide this world amongst themselves. To do this, they drew sticks to decide the order in which the clans would pick the regions of Vitalune.
The shapeshifting Lurals drew the longest stick and got the first pick of the wildlands. They chose a lush forest filled with plants and herbs of all kinds. They thought they would never starve again and that there would be food and medicine abundant, but many of the plants they discovered were poisonous or covered in thorns.
The nocturnal Noctara drew the next longest stick, choosing a dark cavern filled with precious gems. They believed many to be valuable or have great use as a magical focus, but many of those crystals were broken or were merely rocks that glimmered like a fool’s gold.
The loyal Rivarae drew the next longest stick, choosing a grand valley with a raging river flowing through it. But not long after they arrived, that river turned to a sea as storms battered down the valley. They were left with a flooded kingdom always victim to raging hurricanes.
The solitary Ymnerum drew the next longest stick, choosing a region high atop the mountains. They sought their solitude but were met with starvation and an eternal winter. In a place where no plants grow and a place of eternal winter, the lonely would have to rely on others for their clan to prosper.
And this left the cunning Rhali as the last to get a region. With all options exhausted, they were left with a barren desert on the outskirts of the Wastelands. What was seen as useless held the most useful gift. Deep within the mountains was a source of magical energy said to rival even that of the Heart, and thus, the Rhali prospered as a fierce warfaring clan.
And so the clans stand today, adapting to their ways of life. But even now, the Rhali continue to expand their territory and dominate the Demon Country of Vitalune. If only the other four had taken more time to notice the diamonds in the rough.