Our people arrived here when the forests were still young, child. We made our home here, and made this land ours, and we have forgotten where we sailed from. Some say we left from a cruel kingdom far to the East of Hoitan. Some say we came from frozen Triir, far away in the south. Others believe we sailed from Fasaath, or from beyond the stars… all we remember is we fled from a great and terrible disaster.

A hundred families set off in a mighty seaship, the greatest vessel anyone had ever seen! Half the forests of the Vikol would not be enough timber to build this mighty vessel. Away we sailed to safety, but the journey was a long and dangerous one!

Our ship was sucked into a great whirlpool, and we were tossed and shaken. But our ship did not break, and we were brave!

A great wave carried us out again, and a mighty waterspout threw us into the air! But our ship did not break, and we were brave!

We landed with a crash, and the waters closed over our ship. But our ship did not break, and we were brave!

After a hundred nights we came to this land, to beautiful Abhesk. The mighty ship sailed up the river and where we stopped, we founded the first city of Mirsvr. From its masts and timbers we built the first Spires. We felled the great trees of the Abhesk and built the first ships of the air, and we learned to fly.

We sailed out across the sky, over this beautiful land that we would make our own. All the Great Cities of the North were founded by us. From Otvev to Zhikav we took this land and built our Spires.

The monsters of the deep forests and the jagged mountains could not scare us – our ships flew above them, and we were brave!

Cruel Anshessi chiefs and cunning Erthani cheats could not trick us – our ships flew above them, and we were brave!

Long frozen winters and great storms could not stop us – above it all our ships flew, and we always were brave!

And so Abhesk, the greatest land on Ycairm, became ours.