They knew it was only a matter of time before the mortals of Agossa attacked them, so they fled into realms of their own creation—Cabryx into one of fire, Vhyrian into one of earth. They continued sending messages, and those among us who were most skilled at interpreting them became our intercessors. Our connection to the divine.
"It was through the intercessors that we learned how powerful the mortals of Agossa had become, and how your creators had decided to finally defeat them—by summoning a flood to cover the world, ridding Agossa of all its mortals, traitor and servant alike."
These words send a chill down your spine, to consider…
"How long did it take to prepare for the flood?" you ask Doria.
"Our people were given one month to ready themselves for the judgment of Agossa. That is when the arks were built—and when the flood came to our realm, beast and mortal alike were saved. But those years spent upon the waters would change our people in ways they could not have expected—for while the followers of Cabryx lived every day in the hope that they would be released from the arks, the followers of Vhyrian seemed quite at home on them!
Indeed, the Great God Vhyrian thrived in that time of fear, when order ruled our people, and the floating cities became our world entire. Soon his servants even had the audacity to declare the arks his sole dominion, and forbade Cabryx's followers to worship their own goddess upon them."
Truth be told, the story of the arks is told very differently in Vhyr: there, it is said that the servants of Cabryx, unsuited to life among the waves, staged a failed revolt against the servants of Vhyrian.
If the Vhyric version of events is to be believed, the threat of another mutiny hung over the fleet's voyage for years, until the waters subsided.
"I have no reason to doubt it," Doria says. "Make no mistake—I have heard Vhyr's account of the tale often enough. They claim my people attempted to take over the fleet, simply because they feared the water, ha ha!"
"That is the version of the tale I heard in the City of Clay," you admit. "Is it untrue?"
"More than that, it is a vicious lie! The Vhyric captains were the ones who adored the sea! Indeed, they would have lived a generation upon it, if they had their way. They commanded the fleet to sail farther and farther afield, toward the edges of the realm, where no land had ever been! If the winds had not driven us back toward the mountains, we would never have known they had risen. We would have been left to drift on the waters forever."