The sun beamed down upon the nine as they walked into the open air, a complete illusion to the true darkness that would soon blanket the land. Time was running out and getting everyone out was the first priority. A golden gate had earlier that week been constructed by two of the more refined mages of the group, Sir Ducati and Magus Bellon, and would house a portal, a gateway into a new realm free of corruption.
The nine stood in a circle around this artistic gate and focused, clouds blocked out the sun as magical energies flowed out from their bodies, lightning began to strike the area, colours, lights and shapes colliding in the centre like currents in a whirlpool, thrashing and writhing, like enraged animals, culminating into a single, white shine. The shine expanded, golden energies flowed out, hindering the High Kings, but not stopping them. Against this pure energy they endured, holding out until their task was complete, days and nights passed, no food, no rest, just total focus and concentration, thinking of nothing...
Nothing but a new world...
Six days to the casting and it was complete. Drained but elated, they observed their handiwork. The Gateway had an ethereal, golden shine that radiated power and invited comfort and safety. Together, the nine High Kings stepped into the light.
When the light faded, the nine were greeted by a view of breathtaking beauty. Atop a mountain, the ocean ripples and glides beneath them, bathed in a fantastic orange light from the most gorgeous sunset the group had ever seen. A new land, a new start.
And a name for the area had already arrived in Cherbert's mind, a memorial to old Altera in the tongue of old.
This place was to be christened Galo Gulch.
