Know ye, oh loyal citizens, how our great Nation of Karluchan was formed. 4 Ages ago (DM Note - as people, demi-people and constructed being who have been in this world all your lives, you understand 4 Ages to mean 4 centuries in our terms, so 400 years), our world was a dark place. Great beast in the air belched fire and brimstone upon the earth, where creatures hurled monstrous forms of lightning and projectiles and the flying demons. The gentle races were forced to live in caves, and communication between tribes was impossible. As the moons progressed, the battles grew more fierce, but less common. Men and dwarves, elves and gnomes, goblins and orcs, and species of all types began to be seen moving about when possible, larger tribes formed. Groups built conveyance to travel the seas to look for more hospitable lands. Just as civilization was beginning to be formed, alliances reached, friendships sealed... the skies grew dark, and the last remaining sky demon emerged from the clouds. The creature announced that it's name was Narav, and he would speak with the most learned and brave of the assembled low races to deside whether or not we should be allowed to live on his world. The clerics of all the known gods convened, and prayed night and day for guidance as to whom they should send to speak for the survival of the populaces. On the Quarter moon following the convening of the Clerical Council, a stranger from the north appeared. Tall of stature, but twisted in form, a lumpy pretrusion on his back, but walking with the confidence of a decorated general. He went to a clearing in the low lands that lie between the hills of the North and the Mountains of the South, found the largest tree, and sat down at the tree. Not a word the northerner spoke. Any who enquired of him were ignored. On the Half moon, a second stranger appeared. Tall of stature, jet black hair, and dressed as a nobleman. He came from the south, from the mountainous regions. Like the first stranger, he went to the low lands clearing, and joined the first stranger at the tree, sitting beside him. They ackonwledged each other's presence, but no words were spoken. On the fullness of the moon, a third stranger appeared. Not as tall as the first two, but thin yet muscular. He came in a small boat from the west. Nobody knows how such a small boat made a journey from the west safely. Once he reached the low lands, he joined the others at the tree. That night, all three strangers arose and began walking. Those who's histories we still have state that the Three left the clearing and walked to the coast, where a boat was waiting. No crew, no supplies, no stores.. But the largest boat the witnesses had ever seen. The boat sailed off. History does not record what happened. We don't know who the men were. We don't know what happened to Narav. But we do know the results. After the 3 men departed our shores, we never heard from Narav again. The sky demon did not threaten the ground dwellers. Flora and Fauna flourished. Tribes became clans, clans begat hamlets, hamlets begat town, towns begat cities, cities begat nations. Karluchan sits at the crux of the modern world. The histories record that the geographical area where the 3 met before their journey was in our current borders. In Visaria, as well as all of our cities, we remember the 3 men - we know not who they were, or what they did. We only know that their voyage coincided with the end of the sky demon Narav, and that is certainly enough to honor these men for. In all our cities, you will see Tall Elm trees in small groves. We ensure these are cared for, in hopes that one day, we might learn what became of the 3 and want there to be a place they can recall to return to. This endeth the lesson.