In the dawn of existence, a giant planet, almost destroyed, rose up. However, the castle still remained on it, impeccable, as if it had been immune to the various catastrophic events that had ravaged that world.
In its gardens was an enigmatic figure covered in a robe, examining with its multiple eyes the various plantations and flowers that surrounded it. Each plant seemed to tell a different story, some so beautiful that they seemed taken from an ethereal dream, while others were true nightmare abominations, as if they had been created by a twisted mind.
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The figure approached a particularly disfigured plant, with what appeared to be pulsating tumors around its root. It took a bucket containing an iridescent liquid and carefully poured it over the sick plant.
"Well, with this you'll be able to live for another fifty years," muttered the figure, tossing the empty bucket aside. Its voice was soft but resonated with ancestral knowledge.
As it contemplated its work, the figure felt a sudden change in the environment. The air turned icy, as if the sun had completely disappeared from its place in an instant. Upon turning, it found itself face to face with an ominous shadow that loomed over it. Although it lacked evident facial features, the presence seemed to stare fixedly at the multi-eyed figure with an unsettling intensity.
"Oh, you're here again. What do you want to learn now?" asked the figure, crossing its arms with an air of familiarity towards the strange entity.
The shadow extended a grotesque mass of ethereal tentacles and handed the figure a small mineral of a deep, bright blue.
"Wow!" exclaimed the figure with great surprise. "You've brought me some benthum. Fascinating."
The shadow nodded and approached the figure's ear, whispering in a tone that seemed to come from the depths of the cosmos. The multi-eyed figure nodded slowly, processing the information.
"You want to learn about the yhamak?" asked the figure, its voice tinged with curiosity.
"Yes..." replied the shadow in an otherworldly tone that made the air around it vibrate.
"Well, first you wanted to learn about the way they fought, and now you want to know about their race," commented the figure, scratching its head thoughtfully.
The figure began to walk towards the castle, with the shadow following closely behind. As they advanced through the dim hallways, the figure shared its knowledge:
"You know, someone came a while ago claiming to be from the same planet where the yhamak live. He claimed to have grown up there and have yhamak parents, but I have my doubts. His skin was black as the cosmic void, he was exceptionally tall and muscular, with fiery red eyes. Very different from the yhamak I know."
"Bhatzeid..." whispered the shadow.
The figure turned its head and looked at the shadow with its multiple eyes, which seemed to have stopped.
"My name is Bhatzeid..." whispered the shadow again.
"I thought you didn't have a name," expressed the figure, laughing a little.
"Yours?" asked Bhatzeid.
"Mine? I've long forgotten it, can you believe it? I keep a great amount of information, writing down every event that happens in existence, while I'm not able to remember something as simple as my name," expressed the figure, continuing its way.
"Do you at least have a nickname?" asked Bhatzeid again.
"Yes, if you want, call me the Supervisor," replied the figure.
They arrived at a gigantic door. With a gesture of its hands, the figure opened the door, revealing a vast library full of ancient tomes and strange artifacts floating in the air.
The Supervisor went to a blue shelf and took out a book. It sat at a giant table that was placed right in the center of the library, raised its hand, and a chair began to float, placing it in front of him.
"Sit down, friend," said the Supervisor.
Bhatzeid took an almost humanoid form and sat in front of the Supervisor. It materialized eyes along with ears and put its hand on its chin, paying too much attention to what the Supervisor was going to say.
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"Well, chapter one..." began the Supervisor.
Origins of the Yhamak
The yhamak are a race from the planet Aldheran. Their origins date back to the first years when the planet was formed, when everything was complete chaos and giant beasts reigned throughout the place.
The yhamak race lived in the depths of caves, hydrating themselves with the moisture excreted by the walls due to the constant sulfur rains that formed. The qualities of the stones made the water filter through so that it was drinkable for anyone who decided to drink from the rock walls.
But everything changed when the planet began to transform, heating its core, making the caves where they lived heat up in such a way that they seemed like a rustic oven to them.
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The deplorable conditions made them come out, facing the cruel world outside. Some decided to stay in the caves, but they made the decision to kill and take the blood of their dead to survive.
Those who had completely left the caves settled in places far from the giant beasts, until, through a series of events, they discovered that the blood of the beasts could quench their thirst.
This continued until the animals seemed to disappear from the planet, forcing all the yhamak to cannibalize themselves to drink blood. It wasn't until Yhamataw appeared, defeating all the evil yhamak and restoring order throughout their race.
Yhamataw's sacrifice made the yhamak race prosper, living in harmony and abundance, learning new things and building the foundations of various kingdoms scattered across the planet of Aldheran.
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The fiery planet that once was aldheran
Biology of the yhamak
The Yhamak have two defined genders, male and female, with particular characteristics in each one.
Male yhamak
Male Yhamaks have the unique characteristic of being born with two different types of skin. The grey Yhamaks are the strongest from birth; their bones are denser, their lungs larger to better conserve energy, they stand over two meters tall, and the horns that sprout from their heads are notably larger. Those born with this skin color typically become shamonak fighters or soldiers of their respective kingdoms.
On the other hand, Yhamaks born with a nearly pink skin color are the most common in the population. They are strong but not as much as the greys. Those born with this skin color usually take on heavy labor jobs such as agriculture, while some brave individuals attempt to become shamonak fighters. Most fail, but a few manage to make their mark in the history of shamonak.
In addition to their physical traits, male Yhamaks possess other remarkable characteristics, such as:
* They can withstand high temperatures due to their planet's former environment, with a maximum limit of 145 degrees.
* Their strength is extraordinary even without training; they can lift rocks four times their size effortlessly and carry heavy loads on their shoulders while walking without breaking a sweat.
* Their durability and endurance are also noteworthy. They can endure significant physical punishment before succumbing to pain and can run long distances without feeling any fatigue.
* The horns on their heads usually grow on their foreheads, but there have been cases where they have grown on the top of their heads, on the sides, behind their heads, or even on their cheeks.
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An grey and a pink yhamak
Female yhamak
Yhamak females, in comparison to their male counterparts, exhibit many differences. Their bodies are slender and sometimes considerably shorter, with the tallest reaching a height of one meter and ninety centimeters. They have the peculiarity of being born with different skin colors, which are more varied compared to the males. They can be born with pale/whitish, red, or the rarest, blue skin color.
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White skin in yhamak females signifies purity and innocence, with most maintaining a youthful personality for almost their entire lives. In contrast, those born with red skin exhibit increasing violence and possess extraordinary strength compared to those with white skin. They typically become soldiers when they reach adulthood.
On the other hand, those born with blue skin are coveted by powerful individuals, who force them into marriage or keep them as prized possessions. This is because, for the yhamak population, the blue color is associated with Azhamat, the creator god of everything.
Female yhamak are usually housewives, with males dominating the relationship. However, on special occasions, it has been shown that white female yhamak are capable of dominating even the fiercest yhamak.
Although they appear slimmer and more emaciated than the average male yhamak, when it comes to protecting their family, they become the fiercest beasts ever seen on the planet. There have even been cases where they have fought against a mhonktan to protect their offspring.
Female yhamak have a much longer lifespan than males. While males can live up to three hundred years if well cared for, female yhamak can easily reach five hundred years.
Yhamak culture
The culture of the yhamak is nothing out of the ordinary. There are songs, paintings, and various artistic works that recount past events, such as the Blood Scourge, a disease that ravaged much of the planet, bringing the yhamak to the brink of extinction. But the greatest event for the yhamak is the Shamonak.
The Shamonak is a martial art that consists of grappling, open-palm strikes, and most importantly, the resilience of the fighter. Shamonak fights take place in a small combat arena, with the only rules being that the loser must be knocked out or leave the arena to be disqualified.
There is a special type of Shamonak fight that takes place every fifty years, called "Shamonak to the Death," where the only rule is not to fall out of the arena. You can kill your opponent and use any technique; it doesn't matter if it's kicks or bites, as long as you harm your opponent, it's valid.
Outside of Shamonak, the yhamak focus on trade as their main source of income, selling everything from food to items that can only be found on other planets.
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Two shamonak fighters before their fight
Religion of the yhamak
The majority of the yhamak follow a single religion, the religion of Azhamat. Ancient tales describe Azhamat as the youngest in a lineage of gods, with his father being Khixnot, the god of the stars. Azhamat’s older brothers were named Vhixun and Trixon, both gods of the same element: chance, while Azhamat inherited the power to give life.
Azhamat was seen as weak due to his less offensive capabilities; he preferred to be alone and focus on bringing life to inhospitable planets that showed no signs of growth. Meanwhile, his brothers manipulated chance to do harmful things, such as deciding the fate of various civilizations or influencing their destruction.
It wasn’t until one of the plagues killed his family, a plague named Halebeorth, the plague of the unknown. The way it killed Azhamat’s family honored its name: it was so mysterious that when he saw the bodies of his brothers and father, it took him ten years to recognize who was responsible for it.
But instead of seeking revenge, he took it as an opportunity. He was no longer bound by his father’s actions or his brothers’ destruction, so he could focus more on what he loved: creating life and watching it grow. He gave life to a total of three thousand five hundred planets, with seventy-seven percent becoming prosperous civilizations full of life, while others were destroyed, similarly, by the influence of external plagues.
Azhamat’s last known whereabouts were during the great war against the plagues, which was led by the interplanetary doctor Francius Bonclay.
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Azhamat, god of life, son of the starbringer.