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ARK: Survival Evolved & Ascended Companion

Lore-drop, people! (Kinda late, but this should be enough lore to make up for it):

THE GODS OF URTHAA

Tirra, Terva, and Ferunner are the three main gods.

Tirra is the god of war, night, and chaos. Depicted as a man with dark red skin and three snarling Mur’don heads, in bone-iron armor, holding an Ur’nott in one hand and a Mar’toa-Naka in the other.

Terva is the goddess of hunting, guarding (in any form), and silence. Depicted as a woman with the head of a Ter’fyn wolf and Suun’tai armor.

Ferunner is the god of fire, life, and death. Depicted as a golden Boggr’u with five heads.

To the Sahr, there is also Torrin. The Bones of the Ground. God of hunger, murder, and vengeance. Depicted as a goat-horned shadow of a man.

The Eldest Tale

Every child of every Clan learns how Urthaa was born, with some differences.

During the Age Before, the world was naught. Only Ferunner’s light pierced the shadows of Torrin, his accursed shadow-kin, banished to the Void Beneath.

After many, many millennia, Ferunner’s Fire grew dim with boredom. So, he chose to create. First, a spark of golden fire flickered from his claw. From it was born Tirra, baying like the hound he was forged to be, his crimson light flickering eerily. And so, Ferunner spoke, his voice everywhere and nowhere: “You, Spawn of Fire, shall be known as Tirra. You will be my Wolf, my soldier.” Ferunner turned, his eyes blazing brighter. From that blaze came the silver light, Terva, bow already in hand, cloak swaying in a breeze that did not exist. And so, Ferunner spoke, his voice everywhere and nowhere: “You, Spawn of Light, shall be known as Terva. You will be my Huntress, my killer.”

Thus, it was as Ferunner said. His claws traced the Void, tearing from it a rock. One of his tears fell upon this rock, and from it sprung water. Terva came to watch, slowly circling the odd rock. She breathed upon it, and from that breath came the ground. Tirra’s eyes burned. “Let me, sister.” He came closer, the light of his eyes spawning beasts from the sea, what we know as the beyond-ancient kin of the Mur’don and Boggr’u. Ferunner closed his fist around the rock, and when he opened it, there was true life upon it…

But Torrin’s darkness stained the rock, creating death, chaos, hunger.

Ferunner spoke once more, the final time he would speak, his voice coming from everywhere and nowhere: “Let this stone be known as Urthaa, for it bears life.”

-Ranger