Far to the north, in the mountains west of the Vents of Hthrak, a portal
stands open, connecting our world to another. Beyond lies Krenindala, a
place inhabited by draconic Dala'myrr and the violent ormyrr race:
progenitors, slavemasters, and would-be exterminators of the xoran.

From the first moment Achaeans stepped foot upon the dusty surface of
Krenindala, they were met with open hostility. Many fell to brutal
attacks by the ormyrr and Dala'myrr before retreating to the safety of
the underground. But even that is no longer safe, as the past months
have seen a host of ormyrr steadily encroaching upon the portal's
subterranean location, carefully positioned in unassailable numbers.

In our own world, disease continues to spread among the xoran, carried
to Achaea by the few refugees who escaped Krenindala before their tragic
end. Thus far symptoms have been minor, but rumours of advanced illness
are beginning to emerge... a growing concern for Achaeans, if the fate
of Krenindala's xoran is any indication.

Penned by My hand on the 9th of Mayan, in the year 608 AF.