When Uz of Uz First King of Uz found the Fuel-Less Fire on the banks of the River of Life, It told him of the marvels and wonders of the Desert of Demons and the Worlds Beyond Counting. With the Fire's words he lived many lives in strange lands on strange worlds. When the Fire's words ceased he built the First City of Men.
But there was one place in all his lives that he did not tread, for the Fire had warned him. North of the Sea of Salt was, and is, a land that is the dwelling place of Mot, and no man should venture there. But men did. There they built a city. Jerah, City of the Worm squatted hideously on the banks of the Sea of Salt. The men of That Place dealt in death and their ghoul-priests reveled and sang litanies to He Who Must Be Obeyed, a strange and almost forgotten aspect of the Dweller in Darkness. They said He taught laws older than time, older than Fire. The Laws of the Fretting Worm were harsh and demanding and the soldier-fanatics of Jerah spread them as far as the Almodad, the Jewel of the Desert.
The women of That Place bore an intolerable yoke the likes of which is unseen in this day even among the savage Phutians. Daily were members of their sex cast into His maw and great and terrible was their suffering. In their sorrow and horror they called out and they were heard by Li-Lit of the Night. For the first time She Who is Over Her Slaughtering Block came down from the high mountains with daggers of light. She struck at Mot and thus did Death strike Death. In the City of the Warrior Women, known to the men of Uz as New Jerah, they say that She Who Devours Infants made Mot blind and cast him back into the Dark.
Now Jerah is no more. The ruins of that smashed city still remain like bleached bones on the shore, but only fools venture to the place where He Who Pulls into His Gullet dwells.