Morim Ithlond's Story

A man ran through the streets of Skyfall Citadel with his chest heaving and his eyes wild. He was looking for someone and if he did not find them soon, the arrow which was watching him would pierce through his heart. He was going to die but not if he found the target.

"Where is he, where is he, where is he," the man chanted to himself. His clothes were stinking and damp with sweat stains. The man's face was covered in fresh dark blood. A fever was sweeping through him and it was clear that he was plagued. The Citadel Guards began to take notice and started to slowly inch toward him but due to the plague, not even they were keen to enclose on the man too near.

A guard closed in on the man and clamped a hand down over his shoulder. He screamed at the top of his lungs in sheer terror and fear. He had failed! He had been caught! The spectacle drew many eyes. An arrow flew through the air and landed directly in the middle of the screaming and plagued man’s chest. A gurgle frothed in his throat and what had been in his hand rolled along the ground.

It was a stone. It was a deep cerulean and shined with the sun’s rays like the ocean would. The stone stopped and then started to roll again along the ground. It weaved between citizen’s feet and then stopped right at the edge of Emys’i’s vision. It was almost as if the stone began to shine even more to catch his attention.


In the shadows a figured moved along the rooftops.

The stone shined even more when Emys’i had claimed it. There was a sense of familiarity as if the stone knew that it was destined to land in the hands of the fae-like creature. A song hummed from the stone like the ones made by the tide when crashing along the beach.

And somehow, Emys’i would know that the stone’s name was S’rit.


Morim’s face almost split into two portions as a stone was claimed by Emys’i. Things were beginning to be set into motion and darkness would claim all of Gaia. The S’rit Bow would be his and he would open the path. Eras will reign over the world once again and put Gaia back in her place. Everyone would die when he swallowed the world.

All that was left to do was to wait for Emys’i to take his spiritual journey as Gaia began to feel more threatened.

Morim left the rooftops and climbed down into the streets. Her task had been completed. There was one with the stone which was not aligned with Ry'nn or that damned Winter mage. It was the exact mixture of chaos that was needed; a surprise trap to be sprung when all the 'champions' least expected it. Morim had not felt such success in a long, long, time.

The dark elf disappeared into the alleys of Skyfall. She would keep an eye on the creature and the stone. But for now, she was not going to reveal herself until after his trial was completed. The elf disappeared, as quiet and undetectable as a ghost.

The planet by this point was mostly obscured with clouds and storms. The had rolled in starting from two places unseemingly connected; somewhere in the Weargtooth Mountains, as well as the Exalted Mountains. Before long Gaia transformed from a green globe to a gray one.

Lightning spidered across the planet to strike somewhere on Siv'en. It spidered again to strike, this time over in the Kadota Peaks. Again the lightning struck up in the Weargtooth Mountains. Purple sparks beneath the clouds sprung up for an instant over what was north Ellaria beneath the clouds.

A force grew stronger across Gaia, and as it did another force weakened. There was a quake - though barely able to be sensed, something deep beneath the ground stirred in Siv'en. The clouds there illuminated, sky breaking for a moment to reveal a valley bathed in light, before a great flash and the light dissipated, dark skies again closing in to obscure the view.

The dead star Eras shifted ever so slightly. Nobody but the greatest mappers of these stars, having had tracked them for a millennia or more, would notice anything irregular about the movement. It was slightly, oh so slightly, faster than usual. Eras's great mass moved fully into position, placing the great Soja directly between the dead star and the planet. With this stellar line formed, Eras' power could truly grow. The magical nature of the Chousin called to Eras, well within his grasp. He tested the waters, pulling power from the Chousin as he did the stones of the Iskjerne Viking settlers, of the Taiyou weapons, of the Whispering Woods and the Bez Daha Trees. He took a little sip, and liked what he tasted, and went to draw more.

Gaia called to the champions. Time was running out.

Eras finished his great move. In position, the dead star continued to drain life from the forces of spirit, magic, and power surrounding Gaia. The great alien structure was a main target for Eras. As he drew from the Taiyou ship, drew from the Viking's forged stones, drew from Gaia herself, and the sword far below, Eras grinned.

It was very faint, but a new light emerged in the sky. Not so much new as newly awakened.

The Champions of Gaia

A band of adventurers that were chosen for a quest that started out for mere stones through deceit. Nightfall is coming to Gaia with the Second Rising of Eras. The Champions will either plunge the world into darkness or bath it in everlasting light.

A subtle glitter undulated across the mountains, the call of Gaia. Barely noticeable to the naked eye, but nonetheless the Spirit of the Realm calling for the Champions to rise. Were there any in Skyfall Citadel who would heed the call?

The faint sound of stone scraping stone bounced off the walls of Skyfall Citadel. The mountains almost seemed to vibrate as slowly the head of the Colossi rose to the horizon off in the distance. Obsidian eyes caught the pink light of the clouds, surveying the mountains as still the Colossi upwards did rise. Soon he was visible from the citadel. Long arms extended to support the Colossi as for the first time in Ages he stood up. His hands were still firmly planted beneath the earth. The top of his head breached the pinked clouds still dumping rain here in the Skyfall Citadel, which sat on his brow above those dark eyes.

There he stood in the horizon. His brow passed through the clouds, though his obsidian eyes surveyed the Exalted Mountains. He glanced over far to the east, swept his gaze from there to Valley of Dorant, a strange place of recent history that was a popular destination for those who liked to go hiking and never again return. There, the Colossi frowned. A pulse of Gaia's magic grew stronger somewhere in the mountains as well. The floating mountains hovered a little higher again as Gaia's blessing was accepted elsewhere in the mountains. The head hovering over the horizon focused it's attention to that spot. The remaining foundation of a town on the back of his left shoulder was made visible as the Colossi turned, dust rushing through the mountains as Ni'Thorne moved.

The walls of the citadel protected the main city from these dusts, but those living on the outskirts rushed the gates in a panic.It wasn't much longer before the alarm was sound.

Meanwhile, in Norde Keep, the Oracle of Skyfall was to be put on trial. A false king had risen to the throne in the turmoil from years past, managing to slip through the ranks. He remained one of the most feared and hated individuals, his heart set on a lady he couldn't have. He did not believe the legends, felt Eras would never come back and Gaia was a fairy tale you told children so they didn't believe people like He could exist. As the corruption in Skyfall grew stronger, so did Eras, feeding off of their evil ways.

"A greater storm is coming!" Shouted an elf to the dwarven smith running for cover into the nearest tavern with her. Those who had not made it to the Norde Keep to witness the trial weren't about to leave while an alarm was being rung to keep them safe. What was happening, anyhow? You couldn't see the horizon from most points in Skyfall Citadel, but those who did would have fear struck deep into their hearts. Those who did would surely denounce the king.

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There was a great explosion, a might boom across the Kingdom of Skyfall. The walls of the Citadel quivered. The People of Skyfall huddled in their residences - or remained trapped in the unfolding drama in Norde Keep.

Two quakes followed as to the south two great masses of stone collided and made home on the border of the Whispering Woods and the Exalted Mountains. A cloud of dust and debris rose through the mountains, slamming against the outer walls much like the last cloud of dust did. For the most part it seemed everyone had made it in.

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The rains had stopped as well, and the clouds slowly began to clear.
They were a little pink around the edges. The pink seemed to be fading.

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Crulamin stared in awe at the titan. A tome slipped from his hand, tumbling onto the cobblestone pathway, but it was mostly forgotten. The young half-elf trembled at the sight of the being that had caused such destruction. He prayed to whatever gods would heed him, and then he rushed into the keep to seek shelter.