There was a gem found in a magic-soaked mine of the isle of Lorillia, a small, but gem-plentiful island just off the coast of Nagai. For this mine a gem such as the Am’thet was one that was extraordinarily rare, as this mine had - from the day that the first haul was excised from it - only produced the Blood Gems used for the Tahk art of Aethermancy. Thinking that it might be fit for such a thing, and noting its size and color, it was quickly taken to one of the Crimson Tahk’s gem masters and tested for any magical capacity. To their surprise, it was not just a novelty - nor even something equal to Blood Gems. It was by far superior, and, as a whole gem, a most deadly piece of magic. The perfect gem for Aethermancy, it was divided into seven pieces - meant to be re-unified when the right time came - and divided amongst the 7 seats of the Nuert-I about a century ago. In that time, each of the seven pieces have seen their fair share of operators, as the Nuert-I - if they did not or could not wield it themselves - selected for themselves a Champion of the Am’thet to harness the gem in their stead. It had been this way for as long as the Am’thet gem had been in the grip of the Tahk, and there was even a case of someone being named after the Am’thet gem not long before the current predicament had been encountered. Slaughtered, a master magician and seated Nuert-I had their Am’thet gem stolen, the murdering, traitorous thief escaping out of the Tahk nation’s seat of power and off of Nagai to somewhere in the Reach. That was what had sent Vahki and two of his followers on their current mission - an event that would hopefully end with the reacquisition of the Am’thet gem, and, truth to be told, Vahki was a bit worried. He assumed that - as he could not find the Am’thet gem in any shops throughout Allira, or in various places nearby - that the murderer intended to use the gem for their own purposes. Certainty in their narrowing down of their target’s location to the Reach was a break in the case, but what kind of break was it if it narrowed the location down to such a broad area, anyway? Sure, Vahki knew that he was not to the North, South, or East of Alliria - but it was not much better. At least it was something, though. Right now, though, they had a more immediate problem. In the middle of the reach they had found traces of a large figure’s activity, and signs of the hunting of the thief’s - Al’tel’s - favorite animal, seemingly focused. Unfortunately, the lack of a trail failed to inform the party that, instead of an oversized Naga, they were dealing with an average sized troll that was nearly 10 feet tall. Vahki gazed the troll down. How did he not leave any trail? Or, uh… she, maybe. Vahki wasn’t sure. The troll lifted a staff, and grass rose up from the ground of the Reach. Vahki furrowed his brows. “Oh.” He said. The troll was magic. Quickly, he dove out of the way as the grass shot forward like a projectile. He tumbled to his feet, and clamped his hand over his cheek before looking at it while he continued to move forward. He was barely grazed, but the grass still managed to cut him. “I hate snakes! And humans!” The troll roared, in common. Vahki would have to investigate this incident after the fight with the troll was over. He rose in the air, launching his Canopy of Spears. Six spears catapulted forward, composed of magical energy itself, with an aetherial net between them. The troll was captured, but then it dispersed into grass, melted into the ground, and rose up - reorganizing itself - in a new location.