[ IP ] The City of Palaquin

When their ships came from the west, there was no telling what they were capable of. From their wooden platforms, they flung stones and fired arrows onto our islands, trying to weaken us, but we did not fall. When they found their way on land, they sent their armies, they constructed towers of loose material to climb our walls, and they even used magic powder that exploded on contact with fire, but our walls did not fall. Day after day, night after night, we repelled their attacks, until both armies were exhausted. When the enemy was on the precipice between victory and defeat, they retreated to their ships and called on forces unlike any we had seen before. From the west, four giant men trudged across the vast blue waters and approached our island. 
 
 We used the enemies wooden machines to hurl stones and fired arrows at these beings, but they did not relent. We constructed shoddy towers and charged with swords in hand, but they did not falter. We exhausted ourselves, throwing lives away in an attempt to find some way to make these beings relent. Afraid, we called on our own forces, beings we thought to be equally powerful. 
 
 Our people first prayed to the winds, to bring storms and rattle our enemies with lightning. A man came down from the heavens and stood on our walls. He used his sword to direct the skies, and conducted a great typhoon. Our enemies faltered, but only for a moment. They approached the island, their sights set on the land that held it. 
 
 Next we prayed to the oceans, bidding them to bring waves to crash into these foes. A dragon rose from the seas and curled around the eastern tower on the island. From there, with a sharp gaze, he and the many creatures of the sea called waves so large, they rushed over the island, and broke on the legs of the four foes. Under the harsh wind and brutal waves, our foes slowed, but did not stop. They circled the island, and began to reach for the earth surrounding it. 
 
 We then prayed on the storms above, calling for lightning to descend and strike the mountainous beings. In a bolt of lightning, an ancient man clothed in white stood at the very top of the northern guard tower wielding a staff. He rose his staff to the sky and commanded the thunder and lightning from the clouds above. Like a sword, the man used the streaks of white lightning as his weapon to strike the heads and bodies of the four beings. The beings flinched, and cried out in pain, would not cease. With their hands dug deep into the earth of the island, they took told and drew the island high into the sky. 
 
 In desperation, we now call on one final deity. The very one who commands those souls that have departed. We now pray on the woman who resides in the shadowy land of the dead. We pray to her to reap the souls of these creatures, and we pray that she will spare our own. If she is not merciful, these words scribed on the walls of our stronghold shall be our last. We beg of the next people to inherit these lands. Never forget the power of the gods.
