Many years later the man called Gerrek of Mèn was noticed walking the streets of ?ama?, no one could report having spotted him enter the estate nor leave it but days after his departure from the city, Fenelon was seen for the first time in ages to leave his voluntary seclusion. A merchant barge sailing down the Greyflow stopped at the private dock of his estate and he boarded it. The barge, a Temme Nakka from upcountry reached the confluence and started sailing upriver on the Darkwaters.
As he disembarked the light was getting dim in a clear sky devoid of clouds, he was at a small trading counter on the lower shore of the Darkwaters Fenelon was still unsure about the journey he had set upon. He purchased a horse from a Tannoz along with a Kaabutar saddle and rode away from the town of Enlil deep into the Leni Forest. The great commotion he had felt rocking Uithil for a whole night had come from far away, from lands he had never heard of and that were not even on the maps of Sardis. Gerrek however, had come knocking on his door asking him peculiar questions about it. It was almost as is that Gerrek man knew Fenelon better than he did know himself. He showed him maps he had drawn during his travels. They were unlike the maps he had seen in the palace of the governors of ?ama?, and much more exhaustive than the map Sardis had sent him, the details and the names they bore covered all the space on the soft leather sheets. The scruffy traveler asked him to point out where the disturbance had come from, in so far as he could.
A landmass, lost in the ocean below the sunset lands, almost right under the circle sea. Gerrek called it Sété.
But he had been positive; this was where Uithil had suffered a commotion that had reverberated worldwide, there was still a spot on the upper rising side that he could sense, like a dull throbbing he could place precisely on the map; the oddest thing was, after seeing Gerrek's maps he could almost conjure them in his mind. It was as if he could construct a mental image of the maps that shaped the world in its entirety, and on this mental map he could see himself and the throbbing point on Sété and if he focused enough he could see the Maga? of Sardis and yes, Gerrek too. The wanderer, as he called himself in jest, left the day after with a warning for Fenelon:
"If this is what I feel it is, then my boy your lonely days in this lovely voluntary prison are at an end. What will come will rock the world and lit a fire so large and wide it may very well burn ?ama? and all the realms around it." He then proceeded on giving instructions to Fenelon on what to do next. Who to go to, and what to ask of them. Finally he settled by the fireside and launched in a lengthy narrative of the tale of Gesaldene of The Tcheremis kin.
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“Etheldene and Lepentar had all but conquered the isle of Sété in the war to settle the empty lands on its boreal rising side where they had landed with their people. The tale tells of how Etheldene had been shot by an arrow on the battlements of a city he was besieging. The scene when Lepenthar puts his lips to the wound to suck the poison out is famous for many poets have used it as an illustration of the absoluteness of love. Etheldene and Lepentar both die in each other's arms in the city their army had overrun.
Etheldene's father had been a demon lord who was cast out of his realm on a flotilla of twenty-seven massive ships and had protected and fed his people during the twenty-seven years of being lost at sea with his powerful foul powers. That demon took revenge for the death of his son on the people of Sété and subdued the Tjetjian senate forcing them to settle peace with him. But the demon was weary of conflict and mourning his son, so his demands were reasonable and the senators found it in themselves to grant him the lands he wanted and control over the cities his son had vanquished. Much later the demon died and his descendants inherited the throne and ruled benevolently over the people and the sailors of the city of Erii.
Navigators by tradition, the Eriian people kept building ships and exploring the seas in order to find the lost realm of their demon king; where legend had it, immeasurable wealth awaited them. The Eriian citadel ships became famous worldwide for every time they would enter a harbor their holds were loaded with the most extraordinary goods from places no one had ever heard of. But the one item of greatest value that the citadel ships carried were the maps of the Cartographical Office. The first of their kind, they quickly acquired enormous importance for they allowed the rulers of the world a comprehensive view of their own lands and the lands of their neighbors. Some realms even forbade private ownership of said maps.
Traders, cartographers, and explorers, the Eriian ships were welcome in the harbors of the world and the city-state of Sété soon had trading counters in the cities that mattered for trade and politics.
Daringly crossing the Sea of Storms, the sailors of Erii had opened the route to the Alvarve cape and the Setting side had discovered that past the gargantuan peaks of Goldrac, there were lands and realms. One of the cities of the rising side at the mouth of the Magris River, on the high red cliff coast of Nadistec was the ancient city they had fled from so many years ago, still standing and thriving under the name Erna.
Today the impotant descendant on the throne of Erii conjured the spirit of his ancestor and brought him back welcoming him in his own body, the demon king had returned. He was already subjecting the remaining realms on the Isle of Sété and enrolling them in his armies. Entire forests were being logged and sent to the shipyards to build what can only be described as an armada of citadel ships whose only purpose is the reconquest of the long lost city on the rising side of the world.”
