Almost from the moment the royal Son was born, the royal houses of Brantee and Pooqla began fighting over matters of succession. As the year of royal mufting progressed, the peace became increasingly fragile, and it looked as if war would break out in earnest the moment the boy emerged from Nog's pouch.
To everyone's surprise, triplets emerged instead -- a son, a daughter, and a mufter: the Triplets of Saint Nog.
Despite the fact that the most rational explanation of the event was that Nog had snuck another couple of infants in with the royal boy, the event was hailed as a miracle, and the ensuing 76-year peace resulted in the birth of the Empire of Brantee-Pooqla. The Brantee-Pooqlans then waged war across an entire continent, dragging their neighbors kicking and screaming into a golden age of commerce, art, and lots of taxes.