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Dear Citizens, King Senshi has located this old story amongst his private collection, which he felt might have some bearing on the tomb, which Nagnag has uncovered, and taken cover in. I am not sure what it means yet, but it may help to solve the mystery and he has passed it on to me to share with the community. This story must be hundreds of years old, or even older than that. It dates to a time long before Yuri, long before any record I have ever seen. It speaks of the beginning of our age, the age of magic. - Sprit Guide Eldridge -- The Eight Gates Deep below the ground in the furthest reaches of the land lays a dark and evil heart that beats eternal. No one knew of the power the decaying body would hold, even this long after death. The crypt alone would not hold the spirit at first, and it started to break free. The master's students, the guardians who opened the new age of magic, gathered to hold their old mentor in his final resting place. Four mighty seals were placed around the crypt, using magic from each fork of learning. For decades the seals held tight, and peace was upon the land. The great minds of magic continued to maintain the hold on the crypt, while developing stronger and stronger powers. But the pupils underestimated their teacher; for he knew more about the magic they held than any other soul before, or after him. The crypt began to warm again with power, the seals became weak, and the crypts powers could be felt leaking out. Once again the four mightiest magic users came together to meet with the leaders of the four kingdoms who sealed the mighty mage. Magic was not the answer any longer, some how deep within the void between life and death his magic was growing. A simple lock had failed in the past as well. Together these eight decided to use a mix of both plans. Each was to forge his or her own key so no one group would have the ability to open the crypt. Each was to hide the gate in the ground so as to be hard to see for anybody who did not know what to look for. Once the eight gates were in place the crypt grew cold again, and nothing was noticed. Generations went by, and still nobody noticed a change in the dormant master. Still the leaders did not feel comfortable. Each kingdom sent a small tribe to guard the tomb. Each sent equal amounts of men to make sure no one kingdom would have controlling power. In all twelve groups were selected, and remain there to protect the tomb, and the eight gates deep below the ground they slept on. | |