[h1][center][color=gold]The Dawn of Galaxor[/color][/center][/h1]
[h2][sub][center][color=gold]Hero Chronicles - Chapter One-Two[/color][/center][/sub][/h2]
[h3][sub][center][color=gold]The Holy Writing Goblins[/color][/center][/sub][/h3]


Time passed and Galaxor’s cosmic energy returned to him. He watched in silence what the other divines had done, the blood rain, the astral realm, the dream realm and of course, the massive tree that grew where the Khodex fell on Galbar. What made Galaxor laugh, was the creation of the goblin states. It was impossible for him not to notice it and of course, have the Smilegma use all that information to evolve Maxima’s tribe. 

He also watched with interest what heroes might rise and from where, he noticed the great Jaxx as the love survivor of his spark and his friend…Jaxxx. A thing he laughed out loud enough to shatter the ground and make craters everywhere in the near vicinity of his location at the time, the desert. Overall he had fun but it was time to get back to work.

Galaxor long proposed to himself to learn more, be more knowledgeable and it was time for him to work on that. He teleported himself inside Goblin Underground and watched, amazed at how it evolved since he left it. 

The 50m cave expanded in all directions and in certain places of the tunnels the goblins have built, one could see extremely thick roots of the life tree. Buildings appeared in the cave, nothing too sophisticated but it was enough to give a decent living. The goblins themselves seemed more muscled up than the ones he saw on the outside, probably because of all the mining they’ve been doing but maybe a bit thin, even with all the muscles but not all of them. Some were round and fat while the rest…just thin. Galaxor looked a bit confused, the Cornucopia should’ve made sure they’ve all been fed. 

And that’s when he saw her, Maxima. A litter of 40 baby goblins around her and many guards, strong looking soldiers armed with different tools and keeping all goblins away from her. Maxima was seated upon something resembling a throne and watched with interest all that’s going around. With a loud laugh that startled all the goblins in the cave, Galaxor approached Maxima who quickly stood up from her throne. 

A simple look from her, all the goblins went on their knees. 

“[color=gold]ha! Ha! HA! HA! HA! Look at you tiny mortal. I see you’re using the power I gave you to take control of your tribe, put them to work and all. [/color]” said Galaxor with a big smile on his face.  In truth, Galaxor didn’t care who’s taking control of the tribe or what they’d do. If they were evil, a hero would rise up to take care of them, if they were good, an evil hero would rise up to take control. In the end, both outcomes satisfied him.

“[color=green]My creator. Welcome! Welcome! You haven’t graced us with your presence in a long time. I have done what I’ve been given, reproduction and command. Our tribe has over 800 members currently, most on the small size and we’ve expanded our territory as much as we could. Let me know if something is not to your liking and I’ll make it happen. The Goblin Underground is yours to do as you wish. [/color]” said Maxima, while looking Galaxor straight into the eyes. Galaxor chose her exactly for this behaviour. Fearlessness in front of anything. Now [i]that[/i] was the sign of a hero. 

“[color=gold]If there were things not to my liking, Maxima, I would’ve fixed them myself. A hero never waits for handouts from their betters. They strive to BE better than their betters until they become their betters…and then, there will still be better than them even at that point and they’ll have to become even better until there won’t be anymore better for a while and then there will be someone better and better. It’s an endless cycle of bettering. With that said, there are some changes I’ll make to this place. First of all…GOBLINS COME OVER HERE! [/color]” said Galaxor, putting on his thinking cap as he explained the theory of heroism and then shouted a command to all goblins in the vicinity which if they could’ve, they would’ve teleported to him but it was pretty close, speed wise. 

As soon as the goblins gathered around him, Galaxor clapped his palms and a wave of cosmic power started to spread away from him into a wall, carving into it a room. The cave’s floor transformed into something akin to gold and statues of Galaxor rose from the ground in different heroic poses. Maybe it was a coincidence but the temple was raised exactly underneath the other temples from the tree. With an additional “umph” from Galaxor, anyone who was a hero would find themselves thinking more clearly and in depth while inside, thanks to the heroic ability of Calm Minds. 

The goblins, initially on their knees out of fear, now were on their knees out of reverence for the power of their creature.

“[color=gold]PPPHHHEEEW! Now, this place is a holy temple dedicated to yours truly. Keep it clean, keep it safe. I will always know if something is happening to it and if it’s dirty. So…MAKE SURE IT AIN’T! [/color]” said Galaxor with an exaggerated phew and tone.

“[color=green]You heard him! We’ve been honoured to become the holy guardians of the temple! Oh’ Great One! We thank you for your faith in us. [/color]”

“[color=gold]No faith, just a gamble. Now, onto the next order of business. I shall be teaching you some VERY important things. Look at me. [/color]” 

As the goblins lifted their heads to gaze upon their creator, Galaxor’s aura flared with divine power and the knowledge of writing, drawing and other forms of knowledge storage were suddenly in the minds of the goblins. The goblins looked at one another as the knowledge settled into their brains.

“[color=green]You! You and you! Quickly act upon this. Get me those black stones we’ve found in the fire![/color]” immediately shouted Maxima while pointing at a few goblins. While the knowledge was new to her too, her boost as a hero made it faster for her to understand it and make the necessary connections to figure out how to use it efficiently. A rock they found with a black coating around it inside a burnt fire. The first type of “ink” to be used to write. 

“[color=gold]Anyways. I’m off. Make sure to keep this place clean and use the knowledge I taught you…OR ELSE! [/color]” said Galaxor with a laugh and teleported away, leaving the goblins to their business. A library will soon be built by them, Galaxor was certain of that. Not that they needed it since the Smilegma would do that for them but maybe the goblins had different plans in their minds. 

[hider=Summary]
Galaxor watched with interest what happened around the world of Galbar. Eventually he decides to continue his path towards knowledge and goes to check on the Goblin Underground where he notices that they’ve expanded very much and Maxima ruled the goblins with an iron fist.

Galaxor transforms a part of the cave into his holy temple and then teaches the goblins how to write and store information. 

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Start MP: 5

-1 MP to make a holy temple + -1 domain boosted MP to clear the minds of any hero who’d go inside the temple, allowing them to think more clearly and in depth.
-1 MP to teach the Goblin Underground about writing and information storage.

Remaining MP: 3
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