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In the millions of years following the awakening, Akira, Nakai, and the gods of Kyou kept a closer eye on Asyke.
It wasn’t until the designed races began to emerge that they noticed.
The races that Akira had designed existed, yes, but so did other races, which while not impossible– Akira used evolution for a reason– so many different races was unlikely. Not to mention that they felt almost identical to the stone giant from so long ago, albeit very diluted.
The thing, whatever it was, had altered life when it arrived, creating these. . . heretical races.
Orcs were brutish, goblins were cruel, skaven were malicious, and golems were far too close to the monster for any god’s taste.
But none could touch them. The giant's creations resisted the power of the great creator. The other races, the ones made by the creator could, but they lacked the power to hurt them meaningfully.
To solve this, Akira gave her creations the power of magics, and taught them how to use them. The dark races had such magic too of course, but they lacked the knowledge to use them effectively.
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Something new had arrived, bearing the signature of the beast. Although some looked human, even the untrained eye could tell the difference. These were its creations. They made deals, granting power in exchange for various things. Once, one gave a farmer the power of a king in exchange for his family. The farmer became a noble, and his family disappeared.
Agents of the Church of the Grand Creator sent priests, paladins and clerics all over the planet to wipe out any of these creatures that they found.
A few succeeded in their mission.
Most resorted to genocide and slavery of the non-creator races.
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“Power with a price.” the demon reminded.
“It is worth it to wipe them out.” The human king responded.
The demon just smiled.
The king’s family disappeared in their sleep that night.
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Krika was a higher demon. Not quite a member of the demon royalty, but fairly close. He answered plenty of summons, typically more desperate ones. All the better to spread the Dark One’s influence.
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Usually he would be summoned in the room of a castle by a noble, or in the fields by a peasant. Occasionally even in an alley by a criminal. Krika would always give them what they wanted. Power. Money. Women. Men. Krika loved taking it all away when they needed it the most, then feeding their soul to the lesser demon hordes.
But this one. . .
“Please demon! Take me away!”
An elf, dark in skin and pale in hair, begging to a demon of all things?
Krika growled, his mandibles chewing the air as his red eyes darkened. Using his bladelike front leg, he carefully lifted her chin, making sure to accentuate the sharp edge for a silent threat.
“Why would an elf such as yourself want to be taken from your land?”
It was only after he saw the lashes on her skin that he realized. The races made by the Bright One were quite unaccepting of anything that they think could be even tangentially related to the Dark One, so an elf with dark skin being ostracized and tortured wasn’t that far out of possibility.
Without another word, Krika embraced the elf, and they were gone. And though her pursuers hunted for days, they were not found.
Many more dark elves disappeared from their cells the following nights.
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The skaven were among the most hated of the Dark Ones creations. Orcs made good servants due to their enormous strength and low intellect. Goblins made good slaves because of their fast breeding and supposedly less than impressive intelligence. But the skaven? They weren’t just decently smart, they were fast. Even a high ranking rogue couldn’t match an adolescent skaven’s speed. Most skaven that were captured were killed, and the ones that weren’t escaped not long after.
For years now the skaven clans had been planning. The dwarf kingdom was their target for now, due to the dark tunnels being perfect for skaven to hunt in. Of course their large stature might make it difficult, but dwarf tasted good, and skaven loved the dark.
After the slaughtering of the Dwarf town, the skaven were poking through the libraries while snacking. When they saw the forging techniques of the dwarves and magic studies that they were looking into? it might have only been enchanting, but it ended with the skaven being the ones enchanted.
Skaven were fast. Over a dozen elf libraries were raided by the morning.
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Goblins were often seen as the weak link of the dark races. Not strong or fast or seen as particularly smart, but that was alright, for their gifts were well hidden. Goblins were sneaky, patient, and intelligent. They worked well in groups, and could last months without sustenance.
Goblins were the masters of the long con. They came across as weak, dumb, with their only strength being their numbers. But goblins were excellent liars. They stole pickaxes and shovels, storing them for the oncoming revolution. They smuggled maps and information to their dark kin. They sabotaged weapons and armor, made plans in the dark, and were always listening.
Nobody ever looked at a goblin, but they likely should have.
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Orcs were the strongest of the Dark One’s races. They were large, tough, and physically unmatched. They weren't that smart, but they didn’t need it. Their fellows did the thinking, and the orcs did the fighting. As it happened, evidently their huge strength, large physique, and their low intelligence made them the favored servants of the bright races nobles, as capturing them alive was difficult– most orcs tended to fight until they died, and then some more– so they made a good symbol of status when compared to the goblins.
Orcs were not that smart, but a single orc could match a squad of high ranking knights. Captive orcs were often smarter than their free counterparts, as they would rather live to fight another day than die without reason. When orcs were used as servants, they often had to be kept in heavy chains, else risk the violent deaths of every living thing nearby.
Orcs were the bane of mages, as they not only resisted holy magic, but were outright immune to magic from all non-holy sources.
Orcs did not need brains. Their brawn was enough. But when a smart orc was around. . .
There was a reason that captive orcs were kept far away from each other.
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That didn't take too long.
Not going to lie, I'm excited for this.
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