Two hundred years ago, a young prince of the ancient tribe of the Tyros came to Parna to escape the wrought of his brother Rorschach who on becoming king had ordered the death of his twelve so that his son alone would be heir to the throne of the kingdom. This young prince arrived hoping to become sufficient in everything arrived the shores of a barren land which became the land to which his descendants would toil and suffer for little they would gain from a land that was stone in everywhere. Then a great chief arose from among this people and brought a solution to their problem of continuous hunger in a land that offered so little. He told his tribesmen to build ships that they were going to raid the world for their food and so began the years of the summer raids where our people rampaged the world in search of food for their families and other goods of value our most joyful raids were against our ancestors the tyrians as we packed up their goods and shouted "ayei carlsia