"...and above the clouds in the night sky, his quiver at his side, he points his bow into the stars... Scytere defends those who send the arrow into the ranks of their enemies, his trickster's laugh mocking..."

- Text Fragment from an Early Salt Folk Manuscript

Thousands of years have passed since the ancient deities of the Salt Folk were paid the respect that is their due…

In the very beginning of Olaran when the Salt Folk took on the name of Sea Lords, the legends of the three Salt Gods were still passed on orally; mothers would tell their children tales of the sea god Thriese and his mighty fight with the Kraken of the Inner Sea, and how at last he subdued the beast by tying it with its own tentacles to a coral deep under the ocean… bards would sing in the firelit taverns at night about the mischievous Scytere, who laughed as he ran and sang as he slew… as ships pulled into anchor, sailors would pour libations of wine on the strand and burn offerings of grain in driftwood shore-fires in hopes to gain the favor of Eseld, the goddess of sailors on shore…

But as the years crept on and few of the tales were written down, they turned from tales to myth, myth to legend, and from legend to half-remembered stories told by old men and wise-women around the driftwood fires on long winter nights…

Deep under the ocean, the sea god Thriese slept, almost forgotten, even by inhabitants of the town that bore his name. In the night-sky Scytere’s belt gleamed brightly, guiding sailors across the trackless oceans, but he was only half-remembered, and the booming sound of his mischievous laugh almost forgotten. Eseld was remembered only as an oath some superstitious sailors would make while on land, abstaining from wheat in an age-old custom no one remembered the meaning of.

But now, with the researchers in the library of Thriese yearly discovering and translating more of the ancient manuscripts written at the dawn of Olaran, word is creeping down to the docks of the port City of Thriese… rumor grows of the ancient ways of the Salt Folk, and as war looms on the horizon, the inhabitants of all the coastlands of Olaran begin to wonder, is now the time to pay homage again to these ancient gods? Should some things that were forgotten, be remembered once more?