Journals of Drek Orenaid
The washing waves against the foreign shore woke us from our slumber this morning. The cawing of strange birds filled our ears and the talking of foreigners on the docks outside intrigued us. I stirred, unable to ascertain our location. Where were we? What were we going to do? Would we find the Jug? Questions rattled in my weary head. While I did not know it at the time, adventure, as always, was calling...Thousands have read the immortal words of Drek Orenaid and the extra descriptions added by his cousin Castor, but very few have experienced the wonders of the strange land of Kerath. None, actually, before Drek's arrival there some sixty years ago. Now scribes are kept busy in the libraries of Sedesta as many clamour to know the curiosities of this new continent. While Drek Orenaid is no storyteller, his words have sparked hundreds of expeditions to the new continent, opening up a whole new frontier in the exploration of Orkanis. It is a story of cultural exchange in a strange new land, a tale of curiosity tempered with loss. It is a legend about what it means to let go...
This journal was written as part of the story of the figures Drek Orenaid and Castor Orenaid during their adventures in the Kerathian metropolis of Sha-din-ko. The original reason for their adventuring was the search for a relic of the Free Ones, an item known as the Jug of Getranus.
This journal contains the first recorded journey to Kerath and the first known contact between the peoples of Sedesta and their Kerathian brethren. This has caused remarkable changes in Sedestan and Kerathian society that are still being felt three generations later.
I don't expect to be praised or rewarded for what I've done. Getranus knows I've lost a lot along the way. If anything, I've learned this: you never leave empty-handed from an adventure, even when it leaves you with nothing but the clothes on your back. You carry your pilgrimage with you wherever you go.