The Lone Survivor

In days long gone past according to the Scripture of the high Triskele:

It all happened so fast; our ancestors were not sure what actually occurred.

One moment they were the smallest province in a massive continent spanning empire called the Nameless, and the next moment they weren't.

It is said that the Nameless Empire was very technologically advanced, and that they were using forbidden arts to conduct experiments that tested the very nature of the universe itself, although the actual details of the experiment remained shrouded in mystery.

Our ancestors wrote that one morning the sky lit up so bright they could see it through their eyelids, as though the sun exploded, and there was a sound like fat sizzling, or maybe cloth tearing, that seemed to reverberate through their bones; through the land itself.

They must have called out to their gods and mothers in fear and panic; but before they could do more the world went dark. When the light returned moments later everything seemed normal; it was hours later when they discovered that their little province was somewhere else. The land within their borders remained the same, but the geography beyond was completely different. There were mountains where there should have been plains, seas where there should have been deserts, cities were there should have been swamps, and thousands of countries where there should have been one Empire.

They asked: Where is our world? Where are the Nameless and what did they do? Where are we now?

This was over twenty decades ago. Since then we have decided that this must be a blessing of the Holy Triskele who delivered swift justice to the Nameless and a message to us that we should start anew. They were plainly tired of Empire's who meddle with the laws of gods and nature.

So we made our own nation; we became the Republic of Lutia: Good democratic, gods fearing people.