[@shylarah]I did include a bit about them under the "Broken Pantheon and their Flock" heading, but nothing beyond them being slaves and seen as former heretics. I'll add on a bit to that now.

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Before their nation was subjugated and brought to ruin by the Godking Varya, the Omestri people were a race of individual thinkers and philosophers, born with a natural propensity for art, culture, self expression, and a belief in living independently. Their connection to the Great Enemy, as other nations described the Fire Titan, granted them a perspective of both the past and future that other races just did not have. Unlike the Varyans, who believed they were born to conquer, the Lanostrans, who believed they were born to battle, the T'saraens, who believed they were born to lead the world forward in peaceful scientific advancement, or the Muraadans, who didn't believe in anything but survival-- The Omestrians who lived and thrived before the fall of their people believed in complete free will, in the obtaining and fulfillment of  individual happiness and solace through whatever brought it. Almost nothing is known of the deity they worshiped, or whether it was male or female, save that it was once the Remnant composed of the Left Hand of the broken Frost Titan. This God or Goddess, shrouded in mystery, seemed to want nothing of its flock but for them to live happily, it asked for nothing in return for the power it granted them.

Owing to their great capacity for ether, the first Omestrians were great sorcerers, capable of casting great and dangerous miracles that changed the world around them. Strangely, they never attacked other nations with this powerful magical force. In fact, like their unknowable deity, what Omestrians actually [i]did[/i] in their day-to-day existence in the naturalistic pine-shrouded region that was their homeland is a mystery. If one walks through the ruins of Omestris today, they would see beautiful palaces collapsed in the snow, monumental statues of ancient beasts standing sentinel over the high roadways and all other proof of the Omestrians' artistic and beautiful civilization, but nothing else. Did they all just live together peacefully, dancing in their city squares merrily? Who knows? All of their culture is gone, and the remnants of it, of what life was actually like in Old Omestris, of the true identity of their deity, is a closely guarded secret kept by Omestrian slaves, and they aren't talking.

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