‎　‎Some time in the past, long before the memory of the Tok people, the landmass to the southwest of the Torgali Jungle was inhabited by a mysterious people whose abilities and wisdoms far surpassed anything the Tok had seen before; even stranger was the mystery behind why this entire region erupted into the sky and what happened to the mysterious inhabitants. A small number of strong-headed and inquisitive Tok people were awed by the mystery of the land and ventured to scale the shattered landmasses to reach the highest floating islands. The islands offered little in terms of natural resources outside of their strange new inhabitants, like the sky bison, gryphons, and a wide variety of flying and gliding marmots; what it did offer in plenty, were the ruins of the previous people, with secrets hidden behind their mysterious language and scripture. Quickly the islands gained notoriety and drew those who were likewise amazed by the remains of the past peoples. Showing great respect and reverence for the ruins, the islanders began to dig into the shattered edges of the islands, building structures and services deep underneath the ruin. Quickly the islands became stratified; the surface ruins and structures occupied mostly by the scholars, archeologists, students, and elected governing members; the island cliff sides and caves occupied by the remaining population of laborers and non working populace, and below the islands hang a complex network of light wooden structures, housing vendors who farm the bay below and the surrounding air streams for various goods.
　‎　‎Over time the residents of the islands began to uncover some of the secrets of the previous people, deciphering and adopting their language, to the best of their capabilities. More importantly, they began to understand the way these people used to live and what brought them to great power. Now calling themselves the Dawi, after what they believe the previous people were called, they committed fully to adopting the lifestyles and ways of their chosen “ancestors”. The most sacred tradition the Dawi adopted was the idea that all good citizens must also be good soldiers. Each citizen member of Davunica, as the islands are known today, is required to serve the cities and their civil forces for up to half a century. This tradition is so ingrained in the Dawi, that even those that have left the islands feel responsible to serve their new homeland in whatever way they can, often as long standing and respected members of a city or royal guard. It is not only the ways of the past people that have transformed the Dawi, but the strange floating islands themselves, that the Dawi have resided on for generations.
　‎　‎They respect the traditions of their clans, tracing their ancestry back to the founding of their most ancient structures in the youth of the world, and don’t abandon those traditions lightly. Unlike most other people of the empire, the Dawi do not revere any gods or spirits, preferring to address the world and its issues with logic and invention. Many Dawi revere their unknown ancestors as some would gods, laboriously devoted to the writings of the past looking for any clues or hints to their glorious history. They have greatly committed to unlocking the secrets of these ancients, and many Dawi commit themselves to the life long pursuit of this knowledge, adopting a monk-like lifestyle denying themselves anything not adopted from these peoples