Somewhere on a tall mountain on the great continent of Moria, a man suddenly appeared. He looked like a human, but had some oddities. His eyes had 2 eyelids and he crimson scales that went from his chin to some were under his robe. Large leathery wing lay closed on his back as he stared off into the horizon with a sparkle in his eye.
“Mmmm, what surprisingly pure and stable energy. Even a universe at the end of the “extreme growth” stage would not be able to compete with.” the mysterious man muttered. “I’ll have to report this.”
Elsewhere, an Old Mole Man like creature sat on the top of a stone that was on a lone mountain. His eyes were closed and the aura around him seemed very peaceful, even in the the fierce winds that carried a nearly black cloud with purple lightning crackling through it.
The clouds gathered above him as the lightning went quiet. Suddenly his eyes snapped open just as a large purple lightning bolt struck toward him. He faced the bolt head on, no even moving to defend himself from the strike, though his aura changed from a peaceful one to that of a indomitable mountain.
Emyir awoke with a jolt as he felt a large amount of universal energy culminating in one place. He was very puzzled but also slightly panicked. He quickly moved to the location in post haste to investigate.
Upon arriving at a lone mountain, Emyir noticed a old, wise and slightly haggard looking Moleman creature that he instantly identified as an evolved Mole Man being struck by 7 bolts of purple lightning. Upon closer inspection, Emyir noticed that the Mole Man had small amounts of faith energy around him acting as a sort of a power deflector. He also noticed that the lightning clouds contained trace amounts of divine power that was slowly being absorbed by the Moleman.
Emyir was interested in the scene so he began by following the faith energy to a group of Molemen at the bottom of the mountain. The group contained 1 old Mole Woman, 7 adult Mole Men and Women, and 14 young Mole Men and Women of various ages. The whole group looked toward the mountain top with a hopeful look in there eyes. Emyir guessed that they all were family of the Mole Man who was taking the heaven sent tribulation.
Emyir knew now for certain that the Old Mole Man was attempting his demigod tribution. In preparation for congratulating the Old Mole Man he needed to know the his name, so he looked into the Old Man’s past. He saw a betrayal, love, revenge, repentance, and finally enlightenment. The Old Mole Man’s name was Morren Trock Llihelom (ll-i-hay-lem), but he was normally called Morr or Morren. He was one of the oldest still living Mole Men and obviously the strongest.
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He waited until after the final 9 purple lightning bolts were completely dissipated to make himself known to the first demigod. First he forced a beam of divine power to split the clouds for him to fly through. Then he waited out of sight for a minute while closely inspecting the Mole Man. When he deemed the time right, he increased the intensity of the divine power in the area as he slowly floated down from the storm clouds toward the very drained Mole Man.
“Morren Trock Llihelom, you have successfully ascended pass your mortal shell and have become the first half god, a Demigod. Congratulations.”
Morren was awe struck. The voice was the one he heard after he had gotten revenge and was lost in despair. The voice that had set him on the right path. It was the creator of all things, The Great God of Balance, Creation, and Destruction! Emyir!
Emyir couldn’t help but laugh at Morren’s expression. He only stopped after he noticed that Morren had kowtowed before him. He never like when people were super formal, it made him uncomfortable.
“Rise Morren Llihelom.”, Emyir said in a commanding tone, “You are the first Demigod. You should feel accomplished. But not too much, for there are far higher skies. Since you are the first I shall tell you what you must do to advance. You must travel the world and experience all sorts of situations until you comprehend a part of the workings of the universe. I cannot stay for much longer but I will tell you, If you wish to spend a long time with your family that it would be in your best interest to explore the world sooner and find a sub dimension to study the energy of, there is one more way for you to get your family back if you can’t ascend to godhood fast enough, but I don’t have time to tell you what it is. Goodbye and goodluck, Morren the First.”
With that, Emyir, the clouds, and divine power all disappeared as if they never existed.
Morren sat there, going over every single word that Emyir had said over and over in his mind. He only broke the cycle when the family showed up and hugged him. After a long celebration, Morren said his goodbyes as he left in search of enlightenment.
Seeing an evolved Mole Man made Emyir curious of the changes in every species. So he spent some time looking over the world and studying the changes. The changes can be summarized as almost every species evolved an innate ability or more, and more creatures that were either mana based or/and intelligence were born.
The Mole Men evolved into a creature that was pretty much Durrocs, so Emyir decided to call them Durrocs instead of Mole Men, and only slightly splice their genes to evolve them to be more Durroc-like. They lived either solitarily or in small clans on the Venar continent. They worshipped the creation part of Emyir.
The Chintzies evolved into Monkey variant Volves that he envisioned so he decided to call them Volves. They had even built 14 city-states, 2 Duchies, and 1 Principality. The 14 city-states made up 3 alliances. They, like all creatures worshiped Emyir, but they specifically worshipped the balance part.
A demon like intelligent race had come into existence in an area of the Moria that had previously been a dead zone. They were extremely warlike as recources were scarce. The race were split up into up of 9 major clans, 45 minor clans and 300+ small unranked clans. They were impeccably similar to the Malor race he was planning on creating so he just called them the Malor and edited the genes alittle.
After noting all the changes in his mind he decided to create 3 divine beasts. He picked the large plain on the North side of the Vassek continent because it was in a central area or the world.
He gathered green and brown energy in in a ball on the left. Red, orange and yellow energy into a ball in the middle. Lastly he gathered black and blue energy into a ball on the right. They slowly took forms. A qualin on the left, phoenix in the middle and dragon on the right.
“Hello father”, They said in unison.