On the subcontinent of Stratem, beyond Korelri’s

south range, can be found a vast peninsula where

even the gods do not tread. Reaching to each coast,

encompassing an area of thousands of square leagues,

stretches a vast plaza. Aye, dear readers, there is

no other word for it. Fashion this in your mind:

near-seamless flagstones, unmarred by age and

of grey, almost black, stone. Rippled lines of

dark dust, minuscule dunes heaped by the moaning

winds, these are all that break the breathless

monotony. Who laid such stones?

Should we give credence to Gothos’s hoary

tome, his glorious ‘Folly’? Should we attach

a dread name to the makers of this plaza? If

we must, then that name is K’Chain Che’Malle.

Who, then, were the K’Chain Che’Malle? An

Elder Race, or so Gothos tells. Extinct even before

the rise of the Jaghut, the T’lan Imass, the Forkrul

Assail.

Truth? Ah, if so, then these stones were

laid down half a million – perhaps more – years

ago. In the opinion of this chronicler, what utter

nonsense.

My Endless Travels

Esslee Monot (the Dubious)

(MoI, UK Trade, p.277)