I have walked Innatraea for most of my life. From the forbidden salt-worn docks of the Ara’Ayim Isles to the frozen ridgelines of Nordria, from the golden markets of Tursim to the deep silence of forests whose names are no longer spoken aloud. I have eaten at the tables of rulers and slept in ditches, listened to the Am’Ayim sing of Di Saalt at dawn, watched a Dryad weep, and sat with shepherds who knew more about Innatraea than any scholar ever will.
This book is what my journey has gathered, written down as I found it. Some of what I have recorded here will be familiar, and much of it will not. There are places on Innatraea that do not want to be known, and people whose stories have been deliberately buried by those with the power to do so. I have dug them up where I could, and where I couldn’t, I have told you they exist.
I am not a scholar, or a historian, just a man with strong boots and a good memory who believes that every person on Innatraea deserves to have their truth written down.
If you ever find yourself walking a road I have described, stop and listen. She will tell you the rest herself.
— Tavid the Traveler
The Compendium
More entries are being written. Tavid is still walking.