That Which Was Stolen
The Bard Queen is a symbol of good, the Unweaver is an evil cancer upon the land, but the Bard King cares only for himself.
He stole the memories and stories of his victims to fuel his Worde Horde. Tragic stories only he knows grants him great power and the King goes to any lengths to keep them a tragedy permanently. He had stolen and spread the artifacts and placed a powerful enchantment upon the door.
The Magpies had fought Death Knights, Dragons, and dealt with angry shopkeepers for these artifacts! All the while never knowing what lie beyond.
Now it was time to break the spell, but Dogstar of the Lesser Sidhe was nowhere to be seen. The raven gave a caw of mocking laughter. It had deterred the easily distracted magician.
Not all was lost. Because they were under the Earth, Strifeclaw led the other Guardian as she stepped forward once again:
Heed me, oh wicked Thief of Stories
whose presence is only expanded by Greed
We resist you, oh terrible King of Bards,
Ye who thrives upon this wicked deed
Let what you have hidden be unearthed.
Let that which was stolen be relearned,
Let this spell be the end of your treachery,
And let the power you took be returned!
We found the gems of prisons might
In a mirror we fought a dreaded Death Knight
In Jail we did spend to earn the Gem of Air
And in Lore Lost did we find the Book of Earth
Your Cunning words cannot defeat this Song
Your Darkness cannot stand against the Light
Charity and Cheer shall be thy Bane,
And know now that we shall win this Fight!
And thus the festivities began, but the Bard Kings wicked minions tried to stop them.
A raven stole the power they raised and tried to deter them, pecking at them and summoning rain and thunder to end their parade. Even Strifeclaw could not bite this bird which was protected by some foul enchantment.
When it seemed that they could not defeat the bird, Strifeclaw had a new plan, to call on the Fairelanders charity to bind the bird itself:
Heed me, energy given in faith and cheer,
Do not be mislead by wicked fear
Let what was Good become as firm as stone
and leave this wicked Bird a statue prone!
The Fairelanders were asked to fuel the spell quickly to turn the bird to stone. They responded swiftly. Thousands raised to defeat the Kings minion. The avian screeched in shocked pain and then fell to the flow turning to stone.
The Kings last distraction defeated, the Magpies and Fairelanders redoubled their efforts. They helped pass 7 million for the Faire. And 100,000 towards their goal.
It wasn’t before long that the Magpies had unlocked Water and then Air.
Time was running out. They needed to make a large push to finish before the spell weakened.
The Magpies let out a mighty Caw-kaw! The door began to open and it was thought their prize would be revealed.
It was a sick little boy who had lost his Fiery red hair. It was the long lost Guardian of Fire.
His sick condition, surrounded by water, and locked behind powerful enchantments brought righteous anger from those gathered. All this the Bard King had done to keep this source of his power?
The Fire Guardian collapsed as they let him out. There was no way to save him it seemed for even the other Guardians could not lift him without causing Fire severe pain.
The Magpies fetched a cart and tried to get him to the Sentinel. The boy smiled at them and then died shortly after seeing it.
The Magpies mourned him while others in the back still needed to know what happened. Before they told the great tragedy the boy erupted into flames and floated into the air.
The Fire Guardian was reborn now, not as a human but as an immortal Phoenix.
The Guardian thanked the Magpies and all who had has contributed to his release. 266300 was raised today to free him. 404,501 at full total.
The Magpies thanked everyone who joined their cause. It was a harrowing adventure and the prize was nothing they imagined. But now they had learned that some treasures are more valuable than gold.
Although…it still is quite…shiny…