After the obliteration of Apavim near the start of the war and our decisive victory in the Valley of Agony centuries later, our remaining luminaries and elders reconvened in Janthir, near the Golden Lake. They discussed suitable locations to break ground on a new city. A fresh start, free from the tyrannical oversight of the seers. It did not take long for the gathered host to realize that our best option was beneath our very talons, in Janthir. We had long maintained an outpost at the lake; its enchanted waters were well suited for the crafting of our scrying eyes and other spell craft, as our ancestors in Nayos would do. Its importance made it a prime strategic target for the seers, one Yagon exploited to set our final trap. The city of Bava Nisos then rose from the end of a dark and bloody chapter. It was a renewed promise to those of us who still sought a way home, a future gateway to worlds beyond, and a citadel dedicated to unfettered research. In the next section, I will discuss the city's decline, the growing obsession with bloodstone research and its disturbing application, and how the war left several generations of our gilded and even some of the older generations vulnerable to the superstitious ramblings of a cast-off dragonspawn.