The Mana Nexus

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There was a gasp, and The Steward flung himself there when he saw the state of the Mana Nexus. They had heard Gaia call to The Champions. They had trained their whole lives to heed this call. It had come not long ago and they had acted. Peace lasted, and Eras continued to slumber.

"She's grown too weak!" The Steward wailed from his hands and his knees. Their sparkling pools was faded, almost murky, and her what would be waters had receded.

The other kicked him in the side, "Rise, fool, and mourn when all is lost. We've yet a chance."

They peered into the pool. The first slowly drew himself to his feet. The second was deep in thought. If the Champions hadn't been formally called upon... Now was the time. The second turned to the man at her side. For a few moments they spoke of the call, of the best way to assemble, and they even began to bicker in regards to what exactly should be done about this.

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.

The pool quaked. The Stewards snapped their full attention to the Mana Nexus. Deep at the center, down in the farthest depths, was a dark smudge. It sent chills up their spine. The weakening was palpable.

Not an hour later they had all assembled. Roughly one hundred of The Stewards of Gaia together was an impressive sight. Roughly one hundred robes of different sew, a carnival of fabric and design. Each hailed from a different culture throughout the planet of Gaia. Some were even from closed societies, here being the only outside glimpse anyone would ever gleam.

Combining their power with the Mana Nexus, they cast a great projection. It would land on the Champions of Gaia in turn, the World Spirit of Gaia herself appearing to them. She was a leaf in a tree, a whisper on the wind, a falling rock, the pattern of the rain. If you were lucky enough, she appeared to you in a dream. No matter the approach, the message was clear.


A ripple of glitter undulated out across The Stewards, up and out and around and across the entire planet of Gaia. Almost invisible to the naked eye, but nonetheless a sign that Gaia wouldn't go down without a fight.

The call had been sent, and now they would wait. Raifea was surprised so many had come to attend, having had subscribed to the ideal that all hope was lost. Augments of weather and strange appearances in the sky were omens for the worst. Raifea supposed it was a testament to the resilience of the Children of Gaia. They would turn a blind eye, but they wouldn't go down without a fight.

Raifea unclasped the tiny little glass bead holding his robe together. There were a lot of bodies in here. Before there was the opportunity to get trampled Raifea hopped to the edge of the crowd and scaled a mosaic on the wall. He perched on a bit of crowned molding which bordered the art, decided this seat was horrible, and took a jump.

The tiny form of a qote in a billowing gossamer robe sailed over the crowd, aiming for a small table near the entrance.

Aerlinde Ithildin couldn't help but feel frustrated at the sight before her, a large crowd of people. Some of them were summoned like her and her brother, and they were not the target of her ire, but a significant number of them were definitely Stewards.

The same Stewards who had disappeared who knows where, leaving the burden the Order had taken upon itself to people who had been wholly unprepared for their sudden absence. There had been none qualified left to take this weight upon themselves, but needs must, and so she, the discoverer of the fact, had volunteered.

It had been so very hard, but she had persevered. She hadn't been able to stop the degradation though, and now, when it had gotten to the point of no return, they dared return? Call upon others to fix their mistake? Their negligence? No, mere frustration might not be the right word. Anyone who knew her would be able see she was beyond livid, despite trying not to show it.

What had passed had passed after all, and they should focus on a solution, instead of pointing fingers.

Her brother Caladion, also in the room, was likewise in a bad mood. Not just because of the terrible situation they found themselves in, but also the fact that his daughter, Gilthoniel, had not returned home yet. This was not a rare occurrence, but with everything happening, he couldn't help but fear the worst.