Molkarg was in a secluded cave with Drikdarok and Sunkdarok. He had told them about his communion with Darthyxithruz and his wishes. They had agreed to rebel. Now that they knew that Shedanaran wasn't some all-powerful god, they did not need to be afraid of him. There was a lava pit in the middle of the cave, and they each had a piece of metal and a mold. An anvil stood in a corner. Molkarg placed a stone bowl over the lava pit, which promptly heated up. He placed the metal in the bowl and it melted into liquid. He put the mold on the floor and poured the melted metal into it. It was held in the shape of a crown. Molkarg said some words in a whisper 'Drika unhgarkgutu (I give my strength to you)' A red light left his eyes, which turned them black. It went into the crown. This is what Darthyxithruz has said to do, 'make and object and pour your strength into it, and I will add some of mine. It will leave you weak, but when you wear it you will be strong'.
Molkarg fell to the floor, he seemed to be enveloped in shadow. He grabbed some tongs weakly and pulled the crown out, placing it into water. It hissed and the water glowed red, then purple. He grabbed for it with his hands and placed it on his head. The shadow left him and the color returned to his eyes. He took a deep breath and stood up. One thing was left to do. With his new strength in magic he bound the crown to his head, so that it could only be released by him. He nodded and Drikdarok did his next, with Sunkdarok after him.

----------

[i]Molkarg, burns like fire for eternity.
Drikdarok, stands strong against all.
Sanukdarok, that which harms him comes to harm.

Darthyxithruz the great, Darthyxithruz the consumer, Darthyxithruz the creator.[/i]