Exodus of the Kaladonins
The Kaladonins rejected the primacy of the divine. In their arrogance they thought that man alone could set his own fate. That they continue to survive to this day is not an example of the truth of their creed, but in the mercy of god.
from a sermon delivered by the Eighth Patriarch of Vintara, 91 LE
This land was given to us by the gods so that we may be free. They did not make us in their image to bow before them and surrender our resolution! They have defended us from the outside world to offer us one shining chance to make what could never otherwise be had: a land of perfect freedom.
Instead, we shackle ourselves with perverse laws that enslave us to a will that exists only in the twisted philosophies of narrow minds. Zakhara was never meant to be thus!
Our exodus shall be done to preserve the gift of freedom. We must be diligent in the lands beyond these borders to forever hold that hope, no matter what tribulations await.
from The Call of Archus Kaladon, year 0 kc
It is not known where the sons of Kaladon have gone, but it is assured that they have left. Their villages are empty, their lands untilled and their palaces are dark and quiet. For the first time since the founding of Zakhara there are only twelve learned men in the Symposium.
Though their heretical views were clamourous and caused great upheaval in that body, the fracturing of what the gods have laid out sits heavily on my mind. It draws forth a deep and terrible fear. For if the Symposium is not eternal, then what of all else?
from the personal papers of Sympate Hajjar ibn Balshash ibn Drelor, dated 282nd cycle of the Mysteries
Though the sea had taken its terrible toll, we persevered, confident in the knowledge that our leaders had forseen the lands we now sought. As we crossed the boundaries of night and at last the light of dawn graced the horizon of this wild and mysterious world we were overjoyed by the sight that lay before us: land! Here at last we had found the place where our people could live and thrive, preserving always in our bosom the memory of Biblios as it had been in the beginning.
from The Founding by Brodeus son of Kaever of the Kaladonians, year 0 kc