[h1][center][color=purple][b][u]Mekellos[/u][/b][/color][/center][/h1]

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Konrad was the finest coppersmith in his village. Everything he made, he poured his heart and soul into.

He had just finished producing his latest work - a sword for his chieftain - when an unusual purple light filled his smithy, blinding him. A strange presence passed over him, invading his mind, and then his soul. It was not painful, but it was a jarring experience nonetheless. He dropped his hammer, slumped to his knees, and clutched his head, hoping it would end.

End it did, only a mere minute later. The blacksmith opened his eyes to see that his smithy had returned to normal. Confused at what just happened, he picked up his hammer, and slowly returned to his feet.

[color=purple][i]Hello![/i][/color] two chipper voices, one male and the other female, suddenly spoke in his head.

The shocked blacksmith jumped in his skin, and brandished the hammer as if it were a weapon. His eyes swept around the smithy, glancing for the intruder, but he was alone.

"Who is there?" he demanded.

[color=purple][i]I am Mekellos. Avatar of Cadien. I have chosen you to be my host.[/i][/color] the voices said, no less enthusiastic.

"Cadien?" His eyes widened. "That... that's... I never thought... wait, host?"

[color=purple][i]Yep! Here goes![/i][/color]

The surging feeling returned, and he felt as if something was burrowing deep into his chest. Once more he fell to his needs. "What..." he gasped. "[color=purple]W[/color]h[color=purple]a[/color]t [color=purple]i[/color]s [color=purple]h[/color]a[color=purple]p[/color]p[color=purple]e[/color]n[color=purple]n[/color]i[color=purple]n[/color]g[color=purple]![/color]?[color=purple]"[/color] His life flashed before his eyes; his past, his achievements, his skills, his desires. Was he dying?

Then the sensation ended, and he felt raw power burning through his veins. A sense of confidence filled him. It was as if he could take on the world!

Then, new images flashed before his eyes. Images that were not his own. From a time long ago, in Galbar's early years, in the eyes of one of its oldest entities. Cadien.

His god.

And with those images, the God's wisdom was imparted on to him as well. He [i]could[/i] take on the world. He could do just about anything he set out to achieve. But that didn't mean he [i]should.[/i] Restraint was important. He had to use this power wisely and responsibly, and most importantly, he could never forget who had given him this power in the first place.

He opened his eyes, which turned purple. "I... [color=purple]I accept."[/color]

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Mekellos finds its first host, a blacksmith named Konrad.

No Might spent.
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