 So, it's come to my attention that after I posted the video fanboying over the Ebron supplement that Wizards put out, some of you voiced your concerns that you don't even know what an Ebron is! And that is a cryin' shame, so I'm gonna fix that right up. Howdy. How's it going? My name's Davy Chappy, and today I'm gonna be putting as many videos as I can to teach you the pure awesomeness that is the setting of Ebron. Today's video is gonna go through time from the in-universe creation of the setting right up until Modern History. Now, keep in mind that there have been a few changes to the setting over time as it's been updated for new editions, so expect some oversimplifications as I try to hit as many plot details as I can, and leave a comment below for what you might want me to go in-depth about in the future. But with that out of the way, let's begin. So, in the beginning there was nothing. Then there were these three primordial dragons that formed out of that nothing named Siviris, Ebron, and Khyber. Siviris and Khyber really didn't like each other because Siviris represented goodliness and nicitude, and Khyber was an edgelord loner kid that only listened to fearless vampire killers, and their fighting eventually got so annoying that their moderate sibling Ebron said, Fuck it, we're being a planet now! And then they were. Siviris became the ring around the planet, gained dominion over most of the planes of existence, and also spawned dragons. Khyber became what amounts to the Underdark, controlled the elemental and chaotic planes, and started creating other edgelord demons, and Ebron became, well, Ebron, the entire planet outside of the core. And so it gained the material plane, as well as Ebron's version of the Feywild and the Shadowfell. With the dragon vor finished and the world created, the only thing left to do was have creatures live on it. And thus, a bunch of other creatures were born, and they all got their own little slice of dragon ball to live on. There was Aranol, the land of elves that don't like to die, Argonesson, the land of seclusionist dragons that kill anyone who goes there, Frostfell and Everest, essentially the north and south poles, Sarlona, the birthplace of humanity, Xendric, the batshit, crazy jungle land with giants and shit, and Corvair, the place where pretty much everything happens. When the world of Ceres created, Corvair was being run by an empire of goblinoids called the Ducan, and things were good. There was mass murder, slaves everywhere, total peacetimes, up until some craziness happened that fucked everything up. A new plane, unconnected to any of the three dragons, popped into existence, and its name was Zoryat, the realm of madness. From Zoryat poured these assholes called the Dalkeer, which is Eberon's beak for very, very bad time. See, the Dalkeer were these charismatic but completely mental alien flyboys that had a penchant for biological experimentation, creating a bevy of Lovecraftian monsters and nightmares, but the most impressive of them being, wait for it, the Illithids! Yep, that's right, in the world of Eberon, mind flayers were created by the Dalkeer to do all the same things that mind flayers are known to do. Isn't that neat? So, with an army of alien creatures at their backs, the Dalkeer immediately made like a band of adventurers and started their mass genocide of goblins. Of course, not expecting a goddamn alien invasion, the Ducan got each individual one of their goblin asses handed to them, and it started looking like the crazy Joker Dalkeer boys were actually going to take over everything, when suddenly, out from the literal woodworks of Eberon popped druids! Indeed, a large sect of primarily orcish druids known as the Gatekeeper Druids said fuck no to all this nonsense that was happening around them, and they severed Zoriath from its connection with the material plane, and then banished the surviving Dalkeer down into the deepest depths of kyber, never to be played by Jared Leto again. In the aftermath of the war, the Ducan were left in shambles, and a once mighty and proud race of goblins decayed into the more recognizable form of roaming clans of savages and cutthroats. As the years went on, more and more races began to appear, and about 6,000 years after the Dalkeer got bitch-slap by some druidwood, the entire continent of Corvair, which once again is the place where everything tends to happen, started to attract a great melting pot of races, with humans totaling about half of the entire population. After a while, more humans started to band together, to work towards a common goal, and before they could even go down the tired D&D masjolists of racism and mass murder, the various groups of humanoid powers all came together, and the continent became unified under one great human nation known as Gallifair. And then nothing bad ever happened after that at all, ever. Until it did. But that's all for today. I hope you enjoyed this new type of video. I've never done a lore video before, so I hope it did a decent job at conveying information without being too confusing. As always, leave a like and comment if you enjoyed, subscribe if you want to be a cool dude, and maybe support me on Patreon so that I can slowly make my entire world revolve around D&D. Also, if you want to stay up to date on all of your Dabby news, I keep a link to my Discord and Twitter in the description below. But yeah, Dabby out.