Historical Record #
The instant of The Great Shift slammed the Githyanki out of the peaceful Astral Plane and onto a new world, right onto the slopes of a volcano. A heavy silence fell over them all. The mind-leash of their eternal queen, Vlaakith, was simply gone.
A quick, confusing panic tried to take hold, but their military training—that harsh, ruthless discipline—crushed it down. Vax’ildan the Blade, a Githyanki commander who was a terrifying force to meet, immediately took charge. His will felt like an iron fist squeezing every scattered unit back into formation. In 6,618 BR, he named their new nation The New Red Hand, a title meant to honor their blood-red banners. It was a new beginning forged entirely in blood and fighting. The first weeks and months were a dizzying rush of work. Vax’ildan made sure his power was total, executing anyone who dared challenge him and forcing the rest to obey. His rule was a cruel kind of meritocracy. Only the strongest and smartest Githyanki got to rise up.
The desperate scramble to just survive eventually calmed down, and Vax’ildan’s time as sole ruler came to a quick, violent end. The most powerful warriors and cleverest strategists—the ones who had proved their strength in a million small battles—came together to form a council. In 6,590 BR, they threw out Vax’ildan’s single-person rule, replacing it with a group of generals they called The Crimson March. Power was now something the warlords shared. Each one constantly fought to get more influence, leading their own small armies in a non-stop, smaller-scale war to grab resources from the rocky volcanic slopes and deep in the green forests. This whole era was defined by that constant competition and the relentless, brutal need to be the strongest. Githyanki society became this super tight, perfectly tuned machine built only for military efficiency.
But all that infighting and power grabbing inside The Crimson March couldn’t last forever. In 6,241 BR, a brilliant strategist named Ki’thak acted fast, having all the ruling generals of The Crimson March killed at the same time. He showed the people exactly how the warlords’ selfish fights were actually making the entire Githyanki race weaker. He presented a vision: one strong, united state under a single, supreme commander. Ki’thak created the Skoraos, a unified war machine, with himself as the first Imperator leading the charge. The focus shifted entirely from fighting each other to conquering everyone else. Under Ki’thak’s command, the Githyanki launched a series of brutal, full-scale campaigns that grabbed the entire southern part of the island. He established the core rule of Skoraos: martial skill was the only thing that mattered. The state’s single purpose was to get ready for war and then fight it. His time, and the time of the rulers who came after him, saw the building of massive war spires and the systematic turning of every single part of Githyanki life into something military.
Centuries went by. The soldier-focused ideas of Skoraos started to become stiff, unbending laws. The constant, massive need for new soldiers and supplies, combined with the slow, tiring nature of their cold war against the Githzerai, brought about a new kind of social change. By 893 BR, the Githyanki state wasn’t run by pure warriors anymore. It had become a complicated, multi-layered system managed by administrators and scribes. The Imperator’s decisions were no longer final; they had to be processed through countless layers of bureaucracy. This new system, now known as Skorval, was built for long-term planning and endless efficiency. It made sure the Githyanki could keep up their eternal watch and the occasional fighting. Key people like Scribe Valyk, a Githyanki who could figure out troop movements with the perfect clarity of her psionics, became just as important as the generals on the battlefield. The main focus was on keeping order and being ready for a war that was always promised but never quite seemed to arrive. The average Githyanki, though, just found their lives controlled by an endless stream of regulations and orders from the central government.
The Stellar Rupture changed absolutely everything. A massive amount of raw astral energy flooded the planet, and it hit the Githyanki hard, boosting their already strong psionic abilities beyond anything they’d ever known. Skorval, with its stiff, bureaucratic structure, was simply not ready to handle the wild, massive surge of power suddenly available to its people. While magic was spreading everywhere, the Githyanki doubled down on their psionic heritage, seeing magic as a lesser, messy art. This new era of raw psionic power allowed a different class of leaders to finally rise up: the technocrats and psionic masters. Vylix, a brilliant psionic architect, saw that the Skorval bureaucracy was holding the Githyanki back from their potential. He and his people staged a silent, bloodless takeover, slipping into the government and stealing its control systems. In 2,034 AR, they declared the beginning of Zyrin, a society where technology and psionics were completely fused together. Everything worked toward a single, unified goal of total control and endless expansion. Vylix’s rule was one of absolute, mind-powered-technocratic control. Every citizen’s work and thoughts were watched and monitored for what the state considered the greater good.
Today, Zyrin is a powerful, unyielding state. Its cities are mind-bending masterpieces of psionic architecture. Its military is a perfectly synchronized machine of weapons powered by thought. Its people are well-oiled cogs in the state’s grand design. The focus is still on their endless cold war, but with a new layer of terrifying technological and psionic advantage. The Githyanki truly believe they are right on the edge of a final, total victory. They have all the perfect tools to make sure it happens. But even under the surface of this perfectly ordered society, some people are starting to quietly wonder about the whole point of their existence, which seems to be nothing but endless conflict. The ancient warrior spirit is still alive in them, but they fear it might not be enough to sustain them against a future that only holds war.
Present Day Details #
Founded: 2034 AR
Capitol City: Vaxis’karr
Citizen Population:
Government Type: Psionic-Technocratic Hegemony
Leadership: Vylix and his sycophants
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