Goddess of Music, Siirnidir. The goddess of Celebration, Friadir. The god of Inspiration, Griigadir. The three siblings grew up mischievous and full of wild life. They became known for pranking the other gods to such an extent that they were nearly labeled gods of chaos as a trio. But as they matured, their temperament settled them as their pranks grew old and their interests refined.
Asomnador granted them graces for their immaturity if they would pass his test of a thousand years stillness. The promise being that if the three gods turned themselves to stone and awaited their calling, he would not curse them to the bark of Yld - Tree of existence. The trio settled their feet into the earth of Wyl and waited. It was during this time Druukal and Gelendor clashed once more. Druucal, wanting to gain an advantage over his brother Gelandor, taunted him with a wager that if the trio was successful, Gelendor would have to give Druucal dominion of the fields of hunt for the two hundred years to follow the success of the trio, Gelendor's own personal leaves of Yld where his deceased followers' souls would live in the paradise among forests of the forever hunt.
Gelendor felt prideful and resented his brother's taunting bet. The trio had already insulted Gelendor in the past and his distaste for his brother furthered his anger. In an attempt to cause Siirnidir, Friadir, and Griigadir to fail, Gelendor brought hosts of hunters comprised of Vulakaian and Birdkin into their midst. The trio settled in the stone made for perfect protection against the elements and Gelendor lead some of his followers to live among their self-imposed prisons. Gelendor was no fool, he knew that the presence of people was not enough, so he gave these tribes great bounty in their hunts and fishing of the rivers. Foraging was easy for these tribes and their leaders and elders even became fat from the health of the tribe's richness. Gelendor whispered encouragement to his priests, coaxing their celebration and praise and prayer to him. As a result of the tribe through Gelendor's influence, the trio of stone was surrounded by parties, celebration, life, and bounty. Despite Gelendor establishing an entire empire with castles and palaces and great builds suspended by stone and magic between the three kneeling mountains, they did not move. Silence and nothing more came from the three mountains of to be gods.
Upon the completion of their test, the trio gods were raised from their tombs by Asomnador, leaving the mountains behind with the Empire in their mountains intact. The trio were rewarded with godhood and each given a reward from Asomnador. Siirnidir was given a lute made from the shed mother of pearl of one of Numariador's children, the instrument had a richness of sound which ranged from all notes of warmth and sharpness. Friadir was given a skirt with stars woven into the tassels, her dancing twirls illuminated the night skies with bright brilliance and attracted dancing lights into the skies, joined by the Foxes of Aurora. Griigadir was given a Quill made of a feather given by Sylvandir, to write stories of richness from both happiness an blight. Anything written or drawn by him from then on would light up the eyes of all who beheld the works, filling the mind with imaginative energy and a desire to create.
As a result of Gelendor's arrogance of accepting his brother's bet, Asomnador bound and forced him to inhabit the mountains which previously held the trio so he could do nothing but watch his brother Druucal chip away all the faith the small Empire had for Gelendor on top of the dominion of the fields of hunt being in his brother's care. For two hundred years, Gelendor wept as he saw the love the mortals had for him fade to hate and resentment in their misery. Upon the end of the two hundred years, Druucal laughed and mocked his brother in the stone, only to be drown out by a noise he did not expect to ever reach his ears, let alone muffle the laughing mockery of a god.
The mortals were singing and rejoicing, for the moment Druucal's influence was no longer allowed, life had begun to spring forth within the mountains again, and the trio of gods blessed the surviving tribes from the once Empire with a new sense and reason for joy despite their two hundred years of disparity. Fish returned to the streams, flocks of deer hurried into the area to take advantage of the veg and overgrowth which they were denied by Druucal and the land was now growing rich and plenty once the famine was waring off. New life of plants and bugs enriching the lands after feeding on rot to bring a wellspring of life back to the area with even more diversity than before. These mortals grew so appreciative of the lands and life and sense of celebration and the trio was giving them, the tribes united and vowed themselves to the lands and nature, turning to the ways of mysticism and living lives of nurturing caretakers rather than ever raise so much as a kingdom ever again. Thus was born one of the oldest tribes of the surface Nomad people we know of today.