Welcome, Traveler, to the land of Sedena.

We stand at the end of history.  Or maybe the beginning.  It's probably not somewhere in between, because if it were there certainly wouldn't be nearly as many strange and wondrous things happening all around us.

I suppose I should think about that for a while. 

...

I better wait to think about that until after I finish writing these Chronicles, or they may never get written.

In any event, it is a momentous time, even for an aging gnome like myself.  And if this is to be the end of many peoples, at least our passing will be part of a good story.  Maybe the best of stories.

In any event, it all began in the lands of the East, where once, long ago, Humans from across the sea settled on our misty shores.

Or longer ago than that, when a hammer of Starfire split the earth, and men and wolves arose from its ashes...

No, it really began at the beginning, when the children of the elder gods, born into eternal slavery, came to understand the meaning of a word that was whispered on the wind that blew over the still-cooling continent of Sedena. 

Freedom.

-Dorinschandelandor