[b]Location: H1[/b]
The Galvese ships were routed and smashed. Their commanders were dead. Their troops were split and had lost all their morale. Their forces had been strong, but not as strong as the united armies of the island. Not as strong as the gods that had found a common goal. And now that goal was over. Now there were only scattered remnants of an army, willing to put up a fight but hardly willing to fight. With no ships to take them hom, even if they were spared it was their fate to be left here. They awaited the decisions of gods they've never heard of, let alone prayed to. Would they be vengeful? Merciful? Michievous?

Their lives and so many others rested on the whims of Deities that had found themselves in a position of power.