Galaniŕ are natural creatures of Manc, co-existing with the 7th Plane, but it is possible they originated on another Plane of Existence. They are certainly one of the oldest races upon the 7th Plane, but even they are not one of the first to have inhabited Lawranier. Once they were as children to this world. Their knowledge and understanding of how nature works took many generations and they grew from their naive beginnings to become one of the most intelligent and caring of races within the 7th Plane.
At the height of galaniŕ civilization they ruled and influenced most of the known and much of the unknown lands. Led by the galaniŕ
balail, the peoples were highly crafted, logical and very skilled in
most fields of life and progression was swift. As they progressed,
however, the time came for the world to change. The forces of the
Dimensions were stretched and Lawranier became a place of chaos and
darkness as newer races began to emerge with more than just expansion
on their minds. What the galaniŕ then did is now lost or
forgotten, but its effect was profound. They seem to have released the
fabric of Manc to the Plane and taught lesser races the ways of Manc
and natural forces. These new races unfortunately could not grasp the
full potential of all they were taught. Some found they could not
accept that it was for everyone, beginning to try and keep it for
themselves. Some began to meddle in how the forces of nature worked and
misused their gifts from the galaniŕ balail.
One race, now known as the Ancient Race, began grow quickly and understood the ways of what the galaniŕ had said better than almost all others but decided to worship this power and so the first deity was formed from the very fabric of the 7th Plane. From all the essences of whomever would listen to their version of how it all should be they found new power in their god and began to forge war upon the galaniŕ balail. The galaniŕ hid and those galaniŕ people who did not were destroyed. The Ancient Ones turned some of them Evil transforming them into grotesque beings of hate and darkness who turned on their galaniŕ kin. The galaniŕ balail found they had no measure against such foes and so decided upon a dangerous course that would either destroy all Anicent Race members or all galaniŕ kin but leave many of the other races safe. They created another dimension and there they moved many of their peoples to safety and sent word to all their allies, and other known races that were not ally, but not foe either. This word was intercepted by the Ancient Race and they too planned to escape this attack of the galaniŕ balail. Quickly they began to place their own kin into different dimensions and Planes of Existence to keep them safe. This made the galaniŕ balail realize it must be now or all would be lost, and so brought forward the Half-Galaniŕ. The Half-Galaniŕ was a dilution of galaniŕ balail and one of the new races, the serevmen, then but a primitive people. As the union grew to fruition, many of their adversaries were retreating to other worlds, other Planes, but upon the birth of the half-breed they sacrificed the child to the 7th Plane's force of being, using all their might they released the life essence into the Plane's essence and in so doing caused a momentary stalling of all forces at work. Nature stuttered. Manc paused, and was then destroyed, opening rifts of dimensional shearing, throwing the Plane into disarray. Aside from a few that escaped, the Ancient Race still, not yet to safety, found themselves being consumed and all other races suffered greatly also, but nothing as compared to the great races: Galaniŕ and Ancient Race. The galaniŕ that performed the act were consumed and the world bucked and shook. The remaining races and peoples looked to their hearts and found solace in the faith of hope and together created forces of faith and thus many deities were formed at that time. When the act had at last faded, the Plane eased its convulsions, the races re-emerged into a changed world. Manc had returned unexpectedly, albeit altered. The Ancient Race also remained but were neutered and fruitless. Of the galaniŕ, they hid for many Cycles and this time is called the Time of Shadowlight for they dwelt within a dark light, one that stood within their fortress of wood and tree.
For seven Cycles, by the cairngrom reckoning, no galaniŕ lived on the 7th Plane. Those changed by the Ancient Race disappeared into the depths of the world and became known as Deep Galaniŕ but called themselves Venkesh. Other galaniŕ kin survived but their defeat cost them their graces and they became stunted, deformed, and darker still.
When the galaniŕ did return after seven Cycles their place on the 7th Plane had changed greatly. No good race held remorse against them but found them strange. Introduced to the deities they perceived them as aspects of nature, much as they saw animals, plants. or weather. They found that other races died after few Dodecates, and also found the remains of the Ancient Race that had hated them for their loss.
The galaniŕ decided to remain hidden further and kept to their forests and woodlands. They watched from their boughs as the world settled down to its new form. The galaniŕ blamed themselves for their own failures and many left to live other lives as dishonoured beings and the first separation took place. It is believed that these became the Galaniŕ Durn or Dark Galaniŕ. Quickly the galaniŕ re-mastered Manc art and powers over nature, but the nature had changed much and functioned not as they had known it.
Now, the galaniŕ are one of the oldest races in existence on the 7th Plane, but none now dwell that did before the Shadowlight. New leaders were taken as old ones left to re-enter their created dimensions. Their break in the Plane's force meant no galaniŕ could send their soul to any deity, their souls would be taken to the new dimension and cared for by the oldest of galaniŕ.