Two hundred years ago a magical catastrophe struck the people of Djemity and annihilated their history.
In a single instant the libraries of the Teklo were emptied, the maps and charts of the Aquienos vanished and the ornate tapestries of the Sylphim unravelled. Worse still was the effect upon the people of that time, for the knowledge of history itself was ripped from their heads. Many were left dazed and confused from the loss, but the truly afflicted were the loremasters and teachers. Bereft of their wisdom many were left as childlike simpletons whilst others became dangerously insane.
Since that time the peoples of Djemity have struggled to rebuild their past from what few clues remain scattered about the lands. Sometimes fragmented writings are found hidden in ancient tombs, or blasted into the landscape of isolated areas, far from any habitation. Occasionally artists find themselves struck by a strange inspiration to create works based on a history they no longer know.
For most people the loss of their history has only increased the importance of their traditions. They are a link to a past that will hopefully one day be rediscovered; a connection to ancestors whose names have been stripped from all memory.
Since the End of History, scholars have been able to piece together patchy information on some ancient history. These are partially guesswork and disagreement exists between and within the races as to their accuracy.