Plotline: Main
Type: Social
When the vessel arrived, it was small, and square rigged. At the time, I couldn't tell you who had built her, but I know now that it was Furdish inventor Jana Velossa, working off what she had been told were Numerian designs.
It was crewed by Norvik... and by people with distinctive green to grey to tanned brown skins, built tall and broad and muscular. Uruk. People from my homeland. And yes, indigenous to other places as well.
So, eventually, our colonists had arrived, or at least the military force to get humans used to looking at other peoples. In the backlash after the latest draconic age, the slave races took to diminishing the numbers of their former masters. Then, the humans began a near-genocidal campaign against the other races.
And then, after two generations of war, it suddenly stopped, and populations regrew, the remaining monsters pushed out to the edges, giving the people room to behave as the monsters had.