The Creation of Stonegate, The End of One Story and the Beginning of Another

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The earth churned the ground ripping and breaking precisely as was needed. It was as if a well practiced hand touched the mountains and opened that which had been a secret for centuries.

Two heads lay strewn upon the ground and she, Lira, lay dead next to them. The unexpected murderess of the final two Lycan lords. There was no Mira, anymore, this split had reformed itself into one being again. With the rage of the gemini she had slain her betraying allies.

The Lycan lords now dead, and the last remnants of a weak pack swept away, they set out to survey the tremors and destruction to their new mountainside home.

His eyes spied the fledgling crack within the mountain's wall and a compelling notion hit him. With fury, and the strength of a Lycan, Myrddin drove his fist into the mountainsides weakness. It was as expected, the mountain shook and crumbled as dust covered this group. Opening into a cave and chasm below..

Malikhia, the fiery Lich, conjured words of power and transformed bits of fallen rock to a ladder of sorts. There, they began their perilious descent into the heart of the mountain.

Their feet met ground alighting in this tunnel of caverns, native creatures abounding. It was obvious there was some other way, small and unknown to man, into this place. Yet the adventurers did not tarry, their eyes alighting on a dark cave opening that whispered softly their names..

It was amazing and awe inspiring as they entered the cave, torches lined a path, hundreds of them, bathing the cavern in a fiery glow. Their eyes taking in the greatness of the cavern walls, their shadows dancing tauntingly about them in the cavern light.

Did they follow the path? Nay, their eyes drifting to the corners of darkness. A bit of rebellion and a penchant for unpredictability compels them to refuse the expected path and delve into the quiet solitude of the caves secrets. That is where she waited for them the vengeful spirit from years ago...

Merci, Ze'v and Kuruth were searching just a bit up from the others, Merci paused as she felt the presence, the cold air encircling Ze'v. Come closer child! Stay close to me...Yet it was to late, as the wrathful spirit of his mother appeared. With powers rare to a spirit she forced Kuruth’s blade towards Merci. The young boy Z'ev jumping hastily in front of her, saving her life and destroying his own..

Willow knelt at her dead sons side her heartbroken silent tears ripping thru the room..They christened him a warrior and a hero.

From the darkness came Grarine as if timed, this old spirit and mother of the first wolf king, arising to their aid. Together she and Malikhia brought fury on Akela's head banishing her to a plane of endless nothing to spend her hours tormented and lost never to reunite with her son.

Myrddin spoke to the shaken group, his strength and quiet leadership infecting their hearts saddened by death. Let him not die in vain, let his sacrifices reward be known, come we must press on...

Grarine waited on the path, and they followed now the torches revealing even greater wonder. They stopped beholding what was lain there, upon a swirling vortex of nothingness, was a rock, not a stone but a rock. Glimmering were tools of many others who perhaps had come here long ago and never had won its secrets. They stood silent the feeling of great occasion upon them this group of adventurers, these guardians..

She spoke to him, her body wavering in the torchlight, horrendous shadows dancing their tale about them. Myrddin knew that a test of heart and mind was before him. You have brought the key as asked. Merci stepped forth her dreams had foretold of this, and she knew her part only to well. Endless silence at what ghastly feat would have to be wrought,,Yet nothing was gained without sacrifice.

Their faces paled as it was learned that which must be done to secure the stone:

Myrddin you shall cut her heart and bring it forth, Willow you shall gather her blood and pour it thus, Malikhia you shall capture her spirit and give unto the stone...

A cry arose from Merci's children near, Crickettes face paled. Many outpoured, why her, take me... and tears sprung into Merci's eyes. Willow the first to speak, if Merci has faith in thus then so do I. So did Malikhia and Myrddin agree and so Merci walked before Myrddin preparing to lay down in sacrifice.


A blade upon the ground waited and he grasped it as if it was death itself and standing over her, her face calm, he looked focus and driven yet his mind raged at the act that he was to commit. Merci, his beloved friend, to kill her and rip her heart forth was much like driving the blade unto himself. Yet Myrddin held strong in faith, trusting in Merci and his friends that he would not be lead astray.

He plunged the weapon into her heart and the body lurched her precious red blood spouting and flowing upon the icy cave floor...

The heart was rended and torn by his own hand, the blood gathered by willows, and the spirit released upon this rock. Each item caused this rock to crumble, each moment revealing more stone. Finally a great vortex of a gate appeared. A line between the living and the dead....

Grarine once more stepped forth. Wolf King you have completed your task, the stone is yours, your strength is proven. Take it and accept your reward. Reward, the word murmured thru them. What reward?

Bits of shrine stone are riveted thru the stone, they give it a magical quality unlike any other. It has the power of life and death, a vortex or gate unto its guardians....

MERCI he roared, the walls shook. Her spirit loath to ignore a command, was called forth from death, stepping joyfully from the vortex. A cry of relief floating thru them all. His next words called forth LIRA, and the fallen lady was restored once more awakening upon the ground where she had died returned to them as well. Yet his lips did not speak Ze'vs name and there was some curiosity here. Yet Myrddin knew the boys peace at hand. Considering his tortured life with a vengeful spirit and thus he kept silent letting the great hero reach his reward. He would not selfishly pull him unto the living again.

They turned, Malikhia casting a gate to home. The stone revealed itself to be quite small for now, and Myrddin holding his prize close. So they left, whisked away, the new Guardians of Stonegate, following he, their silent leader, the Wolf King.

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