And so Tobris, seeing the king of the Myvolin walking in his garden came a upon Theol a second time. Hark he said unto the king, for mine is the word of Pelor, and He has seen beyond the horizon to the north and to the west the raising of a great temple, greater than any other yet built since the fires touched Zakhara, and he would have this temple for his own.

from The Book of the Myvar

The morning after his visitation Theol called a meeting of his chieftains. He ordered that the entirety of the Myovlin nation should be brought to Baatra; that all men and women should convene a great assembly to be held in one turn of the moon. In no uncertain terms Theol explained that the penalty for anyone who did not arrive in Baatra by the appointed time was death. As his potentates raced to their fiefs to gather their subjects, Theol laid preparations for what must come next.

In a months time, a great throng had filled the city and spilled onto the rolling hills about Baatra. There was a festive air to the assembled Myvolin. For the first time since the fall of Byblios their people were all gathered together in one place. Six days of prayer were followed by six nights of feasting and the people rejoiced in their king.

On the seventh night, King Theol appeared before his subjects to reveal to them the purpose of their gathering. He explained his goal to take the word of Pelor to all of the lands of man. Their future lay far away from their ancient home and so the city of Baatra was to be abandoned for all time. As the Myvolin listened in stunned silence, their king took a torch and with his own hand lit a great fire in the heart of his palace. Within an hour the people stood on the open plain as their great city was consumed by fire.

from The House and the Empire, The Chronicles of Mann

The festivities had stretched on for six days and six nights, with great rejoicing amongst the gathered Myvolin. Chiefs of the steppes raised glasses of sweet wine with noblemen of Baatra in the columned halls and palaces of the city while in the surrounding fields a great revelry was held amongst the common people of the tribe.

On the seventh night, as the assembly reached the zenith of its merriment and drink flowed as free as the swollen rivers of the monsoon, the King of the Myvolin appeared before his people and revealed to them the purpose of their gathering. In horror I watched as he threw a burning brand into his only recently completed palace, causing fire to race amongst its slender, fluted columns and airy rooms to the domed ceilings of its ornate chapel.

At first the people stood as I did, in disbelief, but soon they took up the cause of the king with a fervour and zeal that bordered on madness. So quick did the conflagration spread that the entirety of my stocks and wares were destroyed, and all credit that had been extended to the Myvolin was lost as they abandoned their city, leaving it and myself in ruins.

from an account of the destruction of Baatra by Ashraim bin Hassar al’Kalaid, Drelorian merchant, 1999