Tears streaming down his mad face, the sorcerer Naron raised his hands to the sky and called out a great lament in a language that I do not know. He screamed until his throat became hoarse and blood frothed at his mouth with every utterance. Suddenly, he was engulfed in a sickening yellow flash, and set ablaze in blue flame. When what was left of his body stopped moving, the first raindrop fell and the ground began to tremble with a holy fury. Many legends say that Naron called upon Weer, or Beld, but I was next to him, and he did not call upon any God that day. He tapped into something deep and dark, something best left unknown. I saw fissures open in the ground and swallow towns and mountains on the horizon. I looked at the burning city of my father, and saw many of the grand towers collapse in the wake of the new calamity. The rain intensified to blinding sheets, and I desperately ran to the mountains. Screams echoed around me as the blind and panicked multitude desperately climbed. I reached the peak of the mountain and surveyed the tapestry of destruction before me. Above, stars began to plummet into the surface, and the night was illuminated with fire and starlight and cities and forests burned. On the ocean, I saw vast fleets of ships desperately sailing away from the damned city. The water was alive with screaming millions, all desperately looking to preserve their lives. In the city itself, I saw orange light shining through the Temple of the Abyss Lords. Whatever was in that temple was screaming, roaring in a dark and terrible voice I had never heard before and haven't heard since. Even from dozens of miles away, I could hear the agonized cries and wrathful roars. Some of those with us on the mountain, upon seeing the destruction and hearing their city's death throes, wept and went back down, driven mad by such horror. We stayed on that mountain for ten years, eking out what meager life we could from what little could grow there, Zot be praised. Eventually, the flood waters receded, and we few survivors descended down to a changed world. I looked to where my father's city had been, only to find a hole, an empty crater filled with water. The First City had been wiped from the face of the world, along with millions more.
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Awal seran (First Rain) in Celestial
The Great Flood, also called the First Rain, was an apocalyptic flood which occurred simultaneously to the Fall of the Kingdom of Mankind. The sorcerer Naron called upon extraplanar magical forces to summon a massive and longevic rainstorm (which was also the first rainstorm in history), whose waters flooded the world over the course of a whole year. The ritual was conducted at the cost of Naron's life. According to Methusulon, Naron's motivation for undertaking this act was to cleanse the world of the sins of the Deshenite Kingdom. Within a year, most life in the world had been drowned under miles of ocean, with communities surviving at the mountaintops and underground. Additionally, the realms of the Three Great Elvish Kings were also spared from the floodwaters due to the magic of their kings and intervention by Beld and Sirda. After ten years, the waters receded to Pre-Flood levels over the course of a year, an event called the Receding of the Waters. The Receding is considered the end of the Second Age.
Boats of refugees attempt to flee K'deshti
