Not sure if a second submission counts, but I am writing one anyway.
This post does have some ties with my previous post, but they both don’t need each other to make sense.
A Legend, of a Land Above the Clouds
When there was war between the factions down on the great plains of Vesteria, only the ones above, brought us peace. Long ago there used to be a great city on the grounds of Vesteria. This citadel, as some called it, was a place of peace and tranquility. Where magic could roam free, and the people were one with the monsters. It was a time of great joy, but it didn’t last forever.
One day, a group of dark spellcasters decided to lay siege against the citadel, to destroy it, and to spark a conflict of war. They used the same magic that the citadel used for good, against them, and this symbolic act of destruction, was devastating to all. People ran into their homes, as wave after wave of dark magic was flung at the citadel. The guards of all four factions set up their posts and defended the citadel hard. Yet the onslaught of destruction was too much, and the spellcasters took the citadel.
Women and children were slaughtered, while the men were chained and brainwashed, to continue their fight. Fathers were forced to kill their own families, while the evil spellcasters just watched. All of the survivors fled to Catantro, the only other fortress that would be strong enough to withstand an attack. As the warriors, hunters, and mages fled, the fourth faction stayed behind in the sewers of the Citadel, for they had their own plans.
The evil spellcasters, with an army greater than before, attacked laid siege again to the city of Catantro, yet this time they lost the element of surprise. The three factions fought back, and a stalemate followed. Each side waiting for the other to run out of resources. This stalemate ended shortly though, for the fourth faction laid siege upon the evil spellcasters, from the Citadel. The spellcasters, on a retreat from Catantro towards the Citadel, were beat up by the four factions, but the citizens at Catantro realized, that once the spellcasters took back the Citadel, it was over for them.
So the spellcasters arrived back at the Citadel with their massive army, ready to lay siege back onto the city they just took, but the fourth faction had a much better plan. Using the magical energy they had harvested, the powered the Citadel towards the sky, taking the surrounding chunk of land with it. The spellcasters were split in half, and as their generals retreated into hiding, the main army on the Citadel was defeated.
And so the Citadel floated above the clouds, and the three factions from below crumbled and went their separate ways. With all sides of the war badly injured, and the fourth faction flouting above the clouds, there was no clear winner of the war.
We can only hope that the fourth faction prospered up there, for with the recent corruption of the Port city of Fidelio, and the resurgence of the evil spellcasters, awakening terrible beasts beneath the ground. We can only hope that another faction can come back down from their city above the clouds, and save us.