There is much lore and tell about a land thought long bygone, and most tales are so far askew as to make it's true existence no more than fairy stories and myth. But the documents that hold the true accounts are coveted with great reverence and secrecy, and in these scrolls lie the stories of truth; regarding such a land called Avarae, and those who dwell therein.
These chronicles are called Avaronthestre.
Avarae is not so much a location as it is a condition. Say, a state of existence just adjacent to the one you and I know. Those within know nothing or at the most, a very small amount of our plane of existence. Some tell of it in the same tones of myth and fable as we are sometimes known to speak of them. For, you see, very seldom few have ever seen Earth. Those are the gray folken, the Ministers of Chaos who pass between dimensions as you or I would pass between rooms.
It is they that know the secret of time, and the secret of death and birth. But, the gray folken are another story. You see, there are many stories in Avaronthestre. Some have to be told in certain order.
I shall relay the accounts herein as best a humble storyteller can, thereby also describing the emotional elements. Any story of worth will include emotion; for without, it is but an apathetic account of stark history- such as one might hear from a bored schoolteacher. Professor I am not- merely a follower of events and an interpreter of the glass. It shows me what I tell you, and let there be nothing lost betwixt the Numin and the page.
