Much that once was is lost. For none now live who remember it.
It began with the forging of the Great Shark. Many streams were given to the Chumbuds, loyal, supportive and most devoted of all beings. For two years the light of Atlantis burned bright, and the chumbuds found strength and will in their blue idol.
But they were, all of them, deceived. For another path was taken. In a land far across the sea, in the cold northern reaches, the Shark forged in secret a life, and into this life she poured her kindness, her attentions, and her will to be free of obligations.
One by one, the streams fell. The screens grew dark. The age of consistency was over.
The hour of Gura had struck, and the crown of Atlantis was cast into the abyss.
Yet, death would never write her name: from her very ashes she burned down, a new, different form rose again.
With great promises and expectations, the hope of the Chumbuds was rekindled for a short time, but the darkness of silence soon returned.
The Last Alliance of Chumbuds waited, but the streams never came, and the notification bell remained silent...
