The Míresgal Stones of Power

The 9 stones of power given to the by the creator that contain the full power of their people.   One of nine stones of power made for the first made of each of the Prime beings by the creator and the alchemist, inside a mote of the gold and silver sparks, the breath of the creator, a pinch of earth of the land that first being called home, and a drop of their blood.   The stones contain the power of their people, allowing even those without overt magic ability, but who are of the species belonging to the stone (as well as the genetic descendants of that species), to invoke the stone's element out of nothingness. But any who touch the stone NOT of the blood have the power turned back on them in unpleasant ways, if the being in question survives at all.   In the early ages of the Realm when the nine prime species were the overwhelming majority, magic was more common, even amongst the mortals. As such, the Miresgal didn't offer many gifts that were not already present in those that could touch the thing.   Some kingdoms kept their Míresgal in the hands of the rulers of the kingdom, where they became crown jewels or heirlooms, while others placed theirs on a pedestal in some place of reverence, but tradition held that the Míresgal belonged to ALL of the blood of the Vanir, or the Humans, or whathaveyou, and if one of that blood needed the stone, they had all rights to it, so long as it was returned to its traditional resting place.   As the centuries stretched on, the Legacy Beings increased in variety and number, and mortals with their short lifespans lost touch with their innate magic, the history and lore of the Míresgal fell out of wider knowledge too.   In the waning decades of the Legacy Age, the Water Míresgal was locked in a glacial vault in the Palace of Ivor in Niflheim (or so Lord Winterthorn thought), the Fire Míresgal was being played with by a Fire Elemental child who dropped it over the border in Midgard, the Earth Míresgal was set into the throne of Óleryd Castle in Nidavellir, the Air Míresgal had been lost since the mid 300's just south of the Wall of Winds on the dwarven side of the border between Jotunheim and Nidavellir, the Creation Míresgal was resting in its place in a tree temple in the city of Enedon in Alfheim, the Destruction Míresgal was similarly resting in its cradle in the Hearthstone Ruins, ancient temple to the night in Svartalfheim, the Ether Míresgal was set in the crown of the king of Asgard in the city of Ríndaer atop Blademount, the Luck Míresgal had become the lucky bauble of a renowned cobbler in Midgard, and the location of the Eternity Míresgal was a mystery finally solved at a small shrine in the wilderness of Frostwood Forest in Jotunheim.   One man, Mithrilon Treadwell, the first descendant of the first of each species, those whose blood and breath gave the stones life, found himself guided by what could only be fate to collect all of the Míresgal, the only one in the entirety of the Realm who could have done so. That is, until he started fathering children all over the Realm, not that most of them know of his existence.   The moment Mithrilon touched the final Míresgal, something happened to magic in the Realm, and the world turned over a new age. All who could tap into their wellsprings of innate magic could feel something in them lower the volume. All born after were still capable of magic, but it became harder and harder to discover in oneself in the first place.