Lore and History of the Exiled Lands

   Gather Exiles, and listen well to the whispers of the past.

   Posted here is a living history of the Exiled Lands. All transcriptions were done by skilled scribes and historians in the employ of Cal's Emporium, Antiquities Division. These links go to documents and pictures that are subject to change in the future as this mysterious world develops and matures. This is also not a complete record, as certain items have not been transcribed yet or have been redacted on the word of Cal herself.

   For now, enjoy reading these selections about the world of the Exiled Lands, and learn a little more about the people that once trod the same sands you now walk upon.












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