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Even to the eldest amongst the Magi it is no more than ancient legend, but it is said that once there had been a mountain which had grown so large that all other mountains looked upon it and proclaimed it to be King of All Mountains and it ruled over all of the land. The King of All Mountains was quite pleased to rule over all of the land, but one day it looked up and saw that there was a far larger kingdom contained within the Sky and became jealous. And so King of All Mountains continued to grow.
For a very long time the Sky had looked down upon the King of All Mountains with indifference, but one day the King of All Mountains had grown high enough to grasp hold of the Sky. "What do you do here, King of All Mountains?" asked the Sky.
"I have grown so very large that I dominate the lands below," said the King of All Mountains. "But I look up and can see that you control a far larger kingdom than my own, and I wish to rule over all of it, as well."
This, of course, did not please the Sky. "You may not take possession of my kingdom!" the Sky shouted.
"If you do not give to me your kingdom, then I shall devour you!" proclaimed the King of All Mountains, who then proceeded to eat the Sky.
The Sky began to shake. In terror. In anger. In humiliation. Great tears fell from the Sky as it shook and cried out "The King of All Mountains is devouring me!"
When they heard the cries of the Sky all who resided within the kingdom of the Sky hurried to offer their assistance. The Stars rushed in upon the King of All Mountains, but the King of All Mountains devoured them as well. The Moon crashed down into the King of All Mountains, but was devoured as well. The Clouds gathered and obscured the sight of the King of All Mountains, but though he could no longer see he continued to devour the Sky.
The Sun came and asked that the King of All Mountains return the Moon, the Stars and the Sky which had been eaten. But the King of All Mountains refused. The sun drew closer to the King of All Mountains and cried. "Please, King of All Mountains," said the Sun, "I do not wish to be without my friends the Stars, the Moon and the Sky. Since you have devoured them, I ask that you devour me as well."
The King of All Mountains looked upon the Sun and saw how sad it had become. And so the King of All Mountains swallowed down the Sun as well. But the Sun was too hot for the King of All Mountains and burned from the inside.
"Help me!" cried out the King of All Mountains to the other mountains in the kingdom. "The Sun has tricked me!"
The other mountains began to move to aid their king, but the Clouds saw the King of All Mountains in distress and did not wish for the other mountains to aid the King of All Mountains so they spread out and rushed to hide the sight of the other mountains. When the other mountains could no longer see they cried out to their king "We cannot aid you, King of All Mountains!"
Then, with a great roar, the Sun burst free from inside the King of All Mountains and flew back up into the Sky where it was given a place of prominence.
The Moon called all of the Stars to her and led them back into the kingdom of the Sky, but along the way they became lost in the part of the Sky which had been devoured by the King of All Mountains. The Moon looked about for the Sun but could not find it. "Stay here," the Moon told the Stars. "I shall go and look for the Sun." And now the Moon travels the Sky, searching for the Sun who saved her and the Stars and the rest of the Sky. Sometimes she travels far enough to see the Sun, but then turns back to gather the Stars and loses sight of the Sun again. Sometimes the Stars become so sad when the Moon cannot lead them back to the Sun and they throw themselves out of the kingdom of the Sky.
And where once stood the King of All Mountains now lies a giant crater, and on all sides sit the mountains who tried to help their king, with Clouds in their sight so they do not yet see the fate of the King of All Mountains.
The name of this crater is the Black Ice Valley, named for the blackened sides of the mountains which face it. And within Black Ice Valley live many varieties of Dragon. Some are large. Some are small. Some are gentle. Some are ferocious. Some have wings. Some have horns. Some have wings and horns. Some walk on four legs. Some walk on two. Some live in trees. Some lives in great rivers and lakes.
And living within Black Ice Valley with the Dragon are a tribal people who learned long ago to tame some of the Dragon. They bathe in water steeped with the petals of a flower unique to Black Ice Valley to tell the tame Dragon who is friend. Any meat that does not smell of the Dragonblood Lily is permitted to be eaten by the tame Dragon.
The Wild Dragon, however, do not care what meat smells of. Therefore the homes of the Dragon Masters are well fortified around the naturally occurring hot springs which dot the floor of Black Ice Valley.
To visit Black Ice Valley is a dangerous proposition. First, one must cross mountains shrouded in mists, then climb black cliff faces as smooth and as sharp as glass. Once in the Valley itself there are terrible creatures and plants one must survive, as well the wild Dragon which roam the great forest there. If you survive thus far, do not feel relief, for the Tribes of the Dragon Masters are no friends to other men and are as likely to feed you to their tame Dragon as they are to listen to you.
And whether there once stood a giant mountain in the place where now lies Black Ice Valley is unknown for certain. But the surrounding mountains are covered in thick clouds which makes it hard to see, as well the nearest are seemingly burnt on one side. The Moon and Stars are trapped within the emptiness of the nighttime sky. And sometimes other mountains burst forth fire from within. Perhaps it is a natural occurrence. But then again, perhaps it is the power of the Sun reminding the mountains not to reach so high toward the Sky.

--From A Compiled Study on the Histories and Legends of the Unique and Varied Geography of the Lands of Paladia by Relquesh of Endport, an aged Magi who is said not to have been seen by a reliable source in nearly 800 years.

Description
Here we go!
This is what I scratched out on the back of this picture:

Even to the eldest amongst the Magi it is no more than ancient legend, but it is said that once there had been a mountain which had grown so large that all other mountains looked upon it and proclaimed it to be King of All Mountains and it ruled over all of the land. The King of All Mountains was quite pleased to rule over all of the land, but one day it looked up and saw that there was a far larger kingdom contained within the Sky and became jealous. And so King of All Mountains continued to grow.
For a very long time the Sky had looked down upon the King of All Mountains with indifference, but one day the King of All Mountains had grown high enough to grasp hold of the Sky. "What do you do here, King of All Mountains?" asked the Sky.
"I have grown so very large that I dominate the lands below," said the King of All Mountains. "But I look up and can see that you control a far larger kingdom than my own, and I wish to rule over all of it, as well."
This, of course, did not please the Sky. "You may not take possession of my kingdom!" the Sky shouted.
"If you do not give to me your kingdom, then I shall devour you!" proclaimed the King of All Mountains, who then proceeded to eat the Sky.
The Sky began to shake. In terror. In anger. In humiliation. Great tears fell from the Sky as it shook and cried out "The King of All Mountains is devouring me!"
When they heard the cries of the Sky all who resided within the kingdom of the Sky hurried to offer their assistance. The Stars rushed in upon the King of All Mountains, but the King of All Mountains devoured them as well. The Moon crashed down into the King of All Mountains, but was devoured as well. The Clouds gathered and obscured the sight of the King of All Mountains, but though he could no longer see he continued to devour the Sky.
The Sun came and asked that the King of All Mountains return the Moon, the Stars and the Sky which had been eaten. But the King of All Mountains refused. The sun drew closer to the King of All Mountains and cried. "Please, King of All Mountains," said the Sun, "I do not wish to be without my friends the Stars, the Moon and the Sky. Since you have devoured them, I ask that you devour me as well."
The King of All Mountains looked upon the Sun and saw how sad it had become. And so the King of All Mountains swallowed down the Sun as well. But the Sun was too hot for the King of All Mountains and burned from the inside.
"Help me!" cried out the King of All Mountains to the other mountains in the kingdom. "The Sun has tricked me!"
The other mountains began to move to aid their king, but the Clouds saw the King of All Mountains in distress and did not wish for the other mountains to aid the King of All Mountains so they spread out and rushed to hide the sight of the other mountains. When the other mountains could no longer see they cried out to their king "We cannot aid you, King of All Mountains!"
Then, with a great roar, the Sun burst free from inside the King of All Mountains and flew back up into the Sky where it was given a place of prominence.
The Moon called all of the Stars to her and led them back into the kingdom of the Sky, but along the way they became lost in the part of the Sky which had been devoured by the King of All Mountains. The Moon looked about for the Sun but could not find it. "Stay here," the Moon told the Stars. "I shall go and look for the Sun." And now the Moon travels the Sky, searching for the Sun who saved her and the Stars and the rest of the Sky. Sometimes she travels far enough to see the Sun, but then turns back to gather the Stars and loses sight of the Sun again. Sometimes the Stars become so sad when the Moon cannot lead them back to the Sun and they throw themselves out of the kingdom of the Sky.
And where once stood the King of All Mountains now lies a giant crater, and on all sides sit the mountains who tried to help their king, with Clouds in their sight so they do not yet see the fate of the King of All Mountains.
The name of this crater is the Black Ice Valley, named for the blackened sides of the mountains which face it. And within Black Ice Valley live many varieties of Dragon. Some are large. Some are small. Some are gentle. Some are ferocious. Some have wings. Some have horns. Some have wings and horns. Some walk on four legs. Some walk on two. Some live in trees. Some lives in great rivers and lakes.
And living within Black Ice Valley with the Dragon are a tribal people who learned long ago to tame some of the Dragon. They bathe in water steeped with the petals of a flower unique to Black Ice Valley to tell the tame Dragon who is friend. Any meat that does not smell of the Dragonblood Lily is permitted to be eaten by the tame Dragon.
The Wild Dragon, however, do not care what meat smells of. Therefore the homes of the Dragon Masters are well fortified around the naturally occurring hot springs which dot the floor of Black Ice Valley.
To visit Black Ice Valley is a dangerous proposition. First, one must cross mountains shrouded in mists, then climb black cliff faces as smooth and as sharp as glass. Once in the Valley itself there are terrible creatures and plants one must survive, as well the wild Dragon which roam the great forest there. If you survive thus far, do not feel relief, for the Tribes of the Dragon Masters are no friends to other men and are as likely to feed you to their tame Dragon as they are to listen to you.
And whether there once stood a giant mountain in the place where now lies Black Ice Valley is unknown for certain. But the surrounding mountains are covered in thick clouds which makes it hard to see, as well the nearest are seemingly burnt on one side. The Moon and Stars are trapped within the emptiness of the nighttime sky. And sometimes other mountains burst forth fire from within. Perhaps it is a natural occurrence. But then again, perhaps it is the power of the Sun reminding the mountains not to reach so high toward the Sky.

--From A Compiled Study on the Histories and Legends of the Unique and Varied Geography of the Lands of Paladia by Relquesh of Endport, an aged Magi who is said not to have been seen by a reliable source in nearly 800 years.