If you truly want to become a Lorekeeper in heart you must listen well. No matter what your caste-name is, you will never be a real Lorekeeper until you have learned and understood all that I have to tell you.

When the tides came to undo the beauties of Ker’yis we were ready to leave. Rumor had reached us and from among our number the Deathspeaker Ysabella Calla had begun to prepare for the eventual defeat of the Cyclopean masters. Her forethought and presence of mind was the only thing that allowed us to escape. We piled onto stolen ships and, in those last horrible moments, it was Ysabella Calla who led us to the land.

When we arrived at the mouth of the Pri’had, we were a worn people. Our ships first touched ground at Poent-by-the-Sea and if you ever journey there you will find the very tombs of the first settlers in that place. The halls of Poent echo with the untold manifold whispers of history. Where cascades of water reveal the Sunwarden’s Face, know you that those places were first gazed upon by our great ancestors and it was they who made this a home.

After the first winter, there were many who wished to move on. They said, “This land is too cold. It is not like home. We want to follow the river and go onwards.” To this, Ysabella responded “The Ladies of Salt and Wave guided us here over the waters. The Reed Queen and the Sunwarden have chosen this as our new home. Any who leave here spit in the eyes of the Ladies.” But they were not convinced. They believed that there were other lands that lie beyond the Pri’had and deep in the dangerous wildernesses of Tamal. So onwards they went. To those who stayed behind, Ysabella said, “We must rule ourselves now in the way of old.” With these very words she established the first Priesthood Council in Poent-by-the-Sea and those Priestesses gathered together to decide the fate of us all.

We learned to tell time by the ways of the eladrin, the bright-ones who had conquered our old masters. It was in the year 4903 that we landed on the shores of the Pri’had. By 4990 we had established all manner of settlements up and down the coast. The lands of Tamal had become hospitable; our handicraft made farms out of the forests and great stone cities out of the plains. In the five thousandth year of the Middle World the Priesthood Council chose a new seat for itself; the city of Llyn, heart of the land we now called Demat.

Llyn itself was the junction of all the canals in the new lands and all irrigation flowed from it. The Council reared up a great chamber in the city and there they resided until this very day. In 5008 the Council sent expeditions down the Pri’had. Soon enough they encountered Stêr where others of the pried race had made their landing.

When our envoys landed in Stêr we saw what they had built and we extended the hand of friendship. However, the Priesthood Council in Llyn felt that the Stêrnians should be under the aegis of Demat; they were after all the true ruling body of the pried. Of course, the Stêrnians thought differentially. This was the beginning of the First Stêrnian War, which raged from 5010-5013. Beladore Mina Willworker has been credited with developing the first fire-throwers for use on the Stêrnian rhue wood ships which were highly resistant to conventional means of attack.

Once a peace agreement was reached (the Stêrnians having ceded rights on several outlying territories but demanding to be free from the Priesthood Council) the Council turned its eyes north of the Pri’had. There, in what the humans call the Midlands, were a patchwork quilt of various kingdoms that could benefit from Priesthood oversight. This was in a time before the College was founded (as you should know, the College thrust Demat out of the Midlands quite forcefully, desiring to manipulate the rulers of those lands without the interference of well-meaning pried).