The Stone of Jas, a tool of immense power from ages past. It has passed through many hands, culminating in deeds both powerful and tragic. Regardless, it has left its mark on the lands of Gielinor, from the ruins within the Wilderness to the varied and fertile lands around it.

In the lands of Darkmeyer, where the legions of the supernatural rule over the pitiful population of humans with fear, the Stone of Jas has left its mark in the form of a stone no larger than a Blamish Snail's Shell. It would have been unremarkable if not for it being streaked with black highlights and being impervious to all damage, magical and mundane.

Miner #1033-B is a gangly teen male, pale and weak with anemia yet forced to work this mine for its rich metal deposits. Glowing fungus shines a cheerful blue light on his workspace as he swings his regulation bronze pickaxe against the adamant deposit. He swings Picard against the walls with as much force as his weak body can muster-he's been hitting the same rock for hours now, he's entitled to indulge in his thoughts once in a while. "Maybe I'll find a ruby within this vein, perhaps I'll even get a…"

A lump of raw adamant falling onto his foot breaks his line of thought but his eyes and mind were fixated on a stone the size of his torso. Disregarding the numbness, he stumbles towards the stone. Once touching it, he immediately feels at ease.

Hypnotized by the stone's pulsing black veins, Miner #1033-B felt a calm never before felt in his life. It was like what he'd imagine a mother's embrace would be: a warm, blanketing comfort that promises safety and reassurance, everything will be alright and there is nothing to worry about.

Vyreguard #291-L wasn't having the best of days. It and its mates were only having a spot of fun with the local fleshbags and may have over-tithed a little. "Well, by the flames of Zamorak, who the heck cares?! They're just going to get eaten and devoured anyway, why not eat 'em up right now?" It was in a foul mood as it patrolled and guarded the meatsacks in the mine. "What are they going to do to me? They can't even get rocks out of the wall, they won't even put a scratch on me." Out of the corner of its eye, it sees a miner drop its Regulation Bronze Pickaxe and reach for something in the wall with a glazed look. "Finally, something to beat on!" It swiftly moves behind the miner and then lays its eyes on the stone.

Vyreguard #291-L felt a surge of rage and a razor sharp clarity and focus: seize the initiative, the power, the RAGE, and lay waste to all who dare stands in its way.

The stone's pulsing rises, turning solid.

The stone lied there, bodies of vyre and human lieing around it in a jumble of limbs and a spreading pool of blood. If any were still alive, they would see the black gash pulse once more, just a little bit brighter and a little bit faster.