A pleasant sensation of heat was all Ferghus felt before suddenly coming into existence. A sense of curiosity overcame all else, and he broadened his senses to examine the world around him. It was an empty land, a virgin land. It had potential. It had possibilities. Oh, the joy of exploring them. 

And then came the voice, [b]"You are become Fire, Master of the Forge."[/b] His mind was then filled with knowledge of his powers, and his body made to fit those powers. His very essense was unrefined, unlike how some others were, but Ferghus liked it that way.

A command then came. [b]"Rise."[/b]

Ferghus felt the excitement. His body took on the form of a man, rugged and well-muscled. He would rise, all right. With pleasure.