Orenda is an event full of adventure, mystery and intrigue. It is set in a fictional, alternate history version of 1869. A world of expeditions and colonial wars. Of industry, poverty and social injustice. But also of great discoveries and people striving for a better society. And a world of Orenda, a new fuel, the capabilities of which seem endless.
After their adventures in Australia, the travellers sail to Batavia, Dutch capital of the East Indies. Their plan is to help those in need after the devastating eruption of Krakatoa. When they get there, they arrive in a country torn apart by cicvil unrest.
The regent offers them a place in the famous Hôtel des Indes, which has been spared by the floods. The city is under the protection of the army under the command of Lt.-Gen. Termijtelen, and any excursion out of the compound can only happen under supervision.
Quickly, the travellers discover that what seemed a humanitarian mission at the outset, is in truth much more than that. Lt.-Gen. De Brauw’s obsession with revenge has played no small part in getting them here. And his thoughts on how to deal with the unrest among the starving villagers are draconian at best. Unbeknownst to them he has dragged the travellers into a local power struggle that endangers the lives of thousands of civilians. Can the villages be saved? Can De Brauw find peace? And who will rule the land once the travellers are gone?
Furthermore, the other guests at the hotel are unexpected to say the least: Empress Sisi, Talleyrand, Metternich, De Bagration, Krupp, Lord and Lady Raffles, and the mysterious inventor Ada Liepspitze, to name a few. High placed, and important people. Why are they here? What are they talking about? Is it to do with the current Franco-Prussian War or is something else at play entirely?
At the heart of it all lies the secret of Alexandrine and its connection to the mythical rebel leader Kalajengking, and his tragic tale of love and loss. Of courage and deceit. And of sacrifice.
Orenda website (is being moved)
Lenny de Rooij
It was so atmospheric; a continuous stream of ‘picture perfect’ Victorian scenes, like living in an Efteling fairy tale.”