[h1][center][color=gold]The Hero and the Enchanted Weapon[/color][/center][/h1]
[h2][sub][center][color=gold]Crisis! The Outer Gods Invade![/color][/center][/sub][/h2]
[h3][sub][center][color=gold]A Collab Between [@Timemaster] & [@Lord Zee][/color][/center][/sub][/h3]

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[h3][sub][center][color=gold]The Goblin Underground[/color][/center][/sub][/h3]

As weeks turned to months and months to years, the Goblin Underground kept growing. Soon after Asheel and Galaxor visited, showing them how to use diamonds and mine them, Maxima had a dream. A location just a kilometre below them where large diamond crystals could be found. Something not seen before. Something…almost divine. 

Almost immediately the goblins dug downwards and found it…and life changed for the better for the Goblin Underground. With the help of the Smilegma, they discovered many uses for the diamonds. Weapons, armors, a new throne for Maxima…and many more small uses. Not that, that stopped their search for knowledge. A few more rooms were carved out to make room for all the tablets the goblins were writing, with only the most secret and important tablets being held inside the temple of Galaxor. 

[h3][sub][center][color=gold]Galaxor & The Knowledge of Everything[/color][/center][/sub][/h3]

This was interesting. Galaxor the God Of Heroism was thinking. Ever since he met the godling Eidolon or “little one” as he called it, they thought about knowledge. The godling told Galaxor it was a god of knowledge and while Galaxor didn’t believe him, it made Galaxor think. What if he could be a god of knowledge? Surely the hero needs as much knowledge as they can get. Most of the great tales of heroism started with the pursuit of knowledge from the villain or the hero solving the situation.

As such Galaxor spent time working in that direction. Making the Smilegma and gifting knowledge were just the first steps in understanding what he sought. With each action, he felt he understood things just a bit better than before. Actions which he believed to be achieved in one way, he now doubted. He learned to question himself and think. Think long and hard about something before doing it…in a heroic way, of course.

Eventually, after a long time, Galaxor flew high up into space. Taking a deep breath, he put himself in a meditative state and…meditated. Focusing on the knowledge of the universe. What is it, how does it work, how do mortals function? Everything and anything. Suddenly a burst of blue-ish power exploded from Galaxor as his understanding grew. His aura, usually yellow and bright as a sun, turned now a yellow-blue color, while his armour changed to include books and writing supplies. 



[h3][sub][center][color=gold]Preparations for the attack![/color][/center][/sub][/h3]
It was a quiet day for Galaxor. Most of his day was spent conversing with Maxima about the different problems the Goblin Underground was experiencing or simply answering questions about the universe…to a level that wouldn’t kill a mortal outright.

Towards the evening, Galaxor was about to leave the Goblin Underground only to be stopped by sudden migraine. A strong one. Something that only great danger would have triggered in Galaxor. Almost immediately, his aura burst out, almost blinding the nearby goblins before he teleported away, high above Galbar. 

Then he saw them. What he saw made him smile. A quest. Monsters from the blood ocean. Death of hundreds if not thousands and two mighty beasts. While Galaxor’s days were pretty chill, with his pursuit of knowledge keeping him busy, Galaxor didn’t forget how he started. A hero he was born and a hero he’ll die. ‘Alas, he could feel the power of the creatures. The immense powers. Strong enough to topple most divine beings. This was a job for an adventuring party. One led by him and how else to inspire confidence and...fight the monsters if not with a mighty weapon. Something truly divine and he had the perfect person in mind that could provide it. 

Galaxor never met Sylia but his goblins did. Maxima mentioned to him long ago that someone else moved into the underground and they had divine protection. Under Maxima’s guidance, the GU kept away from them. Guessing what the divine’s domain is…wasn’t hard for someone with a bit of brainpower. 

In a flash, Galaxor circled the planet and spotted what he believed to be a workshop of some kind, nestled in the heart of a vast city. It was well protected. Divine power radiating from it. He teleported once more to a safe distance on the outskirts of the city and let his aura blaze a few times, giving a notice to any divine around that he’s heading their way before slowly making his way to the Atelier. 

The white walls of the city loomed large as he walked through gates of wrought iron, thick as twelve or more goblins and tall as a giant. Intricate work was carved into the metal but the visage of a large hand cupping a planet sat in the forefront. Goblins wearing hard leathers and bows looked up at him with awe from their guardhouses, whilst others, the beastfolk and their many differences, bowed their heads in reverence. Many stopped what they were doing just to look. All wore fine cloth of dyed colours and many elders stood by with cane and crooked back as they watched him go by. 

Hushed whispers could be heard in every alleway, proclaiming that he be a Divine, the first besides their Goddess and the creator, to visit. Others gawked at his size. His muscles. His hair and skin. Others wondered why he walked the streets. What business could he have? What was happening? Small goblin children and beastfolk offspring ran amok, laughing and playing as if nothing was going on at all. 

The God of heroism passed many open markets, some bustling and others quite empty. It looked as if most goods were bartered, the pleasant trading of raw materials. Yet there also seemed to be shadier practices going on. The smells of unwashed bodies in dark stone buildings. A mortal crying here. Another laughing there. The sounds of bodies pressed together, oblivious to anything wherever a quiet place could be found. Life went on in those cobbled streets, for better or for worse. The sound of the river to his ear became apparent long before he neared it and when he reached the great banks of the river, with its arched bridges and long clothed canopies, he could tell it was built to avoid any flooding. 

He crossed and eventually came to a part of the city where different people became interspersed with the goblins and beastfolk. These beings were tall, with bodies made of bark and metal. Their flowing tangles of green metallic hair were done in several styles, from buns to plaits, but most kept it long and free. When they saw him, they bowed deeply as he walked by and did not stop until he passed. Then they went about their own business, with friendly chatter of crafting and working, between themselves. Eventually the workshop came into view, with its three tiers and ornate structure. The hovering orb above the Atelier, with its three rings of different materials, cast shadows over the place as they moved.

Galaxor offered smiles and waves to the goblins, beastfolk and all the creatures he would see. Even if this wasn’t a parade, he felt like one as all the mortals looked upon him with awe. The metallic-wooden creatures seemed the most interesting and a tablet appeared above him with a perfect drawing of the creatures which disappeared almost as fast as it appeared

Waiting for him at the entrance of the Atelier stood a tall Goddess. Her posture was erect, with hands held behind her back. She stared straight at him, and if he himself were not Divine, she almost looked like a statue. She had taken the form of reflective silver, and the only time she wasn’t shining from the sunlight, was when a shadow crossed over her. 

At his approach, Sylia folded a hand over her chest and bowed slightly. She then took a step forward and studied Galaxor with a scrutinising face.

“Welcome,” She began with a rich voice, “I assume, that you have deigned to visit over what’s transpiring down south?”

With a low, gratuitous bow, Galaxor smiled at the goddess while his aura flared once more. Just a show of gratitude for being allowed in the inner sanctum of a divine. 

“[color=gold]Greetings, Goddess. You are correct. Whatever happens over there will eventually reach all of us and our creations, wherever we do something about it or not. As a hero it is my duty to defeat those creatures and I would’ve gone straight away there and finished them off if not for my…powers. [/color]” replied Galaxor with a nod, before realising that he forgot to do something.

“[color=gold]But my apologies, Goddess. I forgot to introduce myself. I am Galaxor. God Of Heroism and Knowledge. The…[/color]” added Galaxor before stopping himself and realising he was about to say all of his titles. 

Turning away from the Goddess, Galaxor looked at the city for a second before turning back to her.

“[Color=gold]Before we get on to business, I'd like to say you've built an impressive place for yourself. I can see my mortals have served you well. [/color]” 

She nodded. “They may be diminutive but even I must admit they have tenacity. Though, there are some that are quick to regress to mere primitives. Here in Sylann I’d like to think they are given every opportunity to cast off lesser inhibitions to become worthy of staying.” 

“[color=gold]You call them diminutive, but you’ve just chosen the small ones. There are greater specimens out there. Taller. Stronger. Better. But, yes, you are right, they’re not the smartest creatures out there if left unattended. When I made them…I believed it was for the best to leave it like that. Give them potential but not the means to achieve it. I see things differently now. In fact, before we talk, allow me to fix this issue. [/color]” said Galaxor, in a friendly manner before going up in the air, above the Atelier. 

In a mere moment, millions of tablets appeared around Galaxor and started to circle him. One for each goblin alive. Looking at the tablets, Galaxor shook his head in disappointment. His previous work was...flawed. Taking a deep breath, he pushed his aura out his body, enveloping the tablets in a bright blue light which after a few moments faded but not before blessing all the goblins in existence with the heroic thirst for knowledge. 

Teleporting down on the ground, Galaxor bowed his head towards Sylia. “[color=gold]Their primitive instincts are gone. You’ll find out soon that all your goblins will learn their trades faster. They’ll seek to know more. They’ll wish to master as many skills as one can in their lifetime. [/color]” 

She gave him an approving look. “I shall look forward to seeing it.” She mused, touching her chin and then locking eyes with him, her expression softening. “We must be swift in how we handle the south, Galaxor. What is it that you desire from me?” 

“[color=gold]Two things. One, an alliance or a non-aggression pact between the Goblin Underground and your metallic-plant mortals. There haven’t been any incidents yet but that won’t last for long. Mortals tend to…have violent solutions for minor issues, no matter how much they’re told by their peers to stop. Coming from their creators on the other hand…that’s something else. In exchange, I’ll have Maxima share the diamond technology with them. [/color]” started Galaxor, as he raised a finger in the air. 

“[color=gold]And two, I’ll require a weapon. Something that can kill those monsters before they become a real problem. From what I’ve seen, they’re pretty resistant to your usual artefacts. Offer me a weapon that can kill them and I’ll make sure they won’t reach your Atelier. [/color]” finished Galaxor while raising another finger. 

Sylia crossed her arms and tipped her head, slightly to the side. “The Syllianth of the Tree are not mine to command. Only those that work the Forge. I cannot, in good conscience, do as you ask in this matter. Allianthé commands the tree and honestly, the way she fawns over Life, if any of them dared to draw a drop of blood, she would most likely throw them out. I don’t know what she would do with your people, however, I would suggest talking to her.”

Sylia stretched out her arms and rolled her shoulders. “Your second request, I can help with.”

Galaxor listened to Sylia’s explanation and shook his head. “[color=gold]Very well. My goblins were under the impression that since you’ve created them with her, you both hold command over them. I shall have a chat with Allianthé after the current…crisis is averted but from what you’re saying about her…she seems like an interesting goddess. [/color]” 

At the mention of her help with the weapon, Galaxor’s eyes sparkled with delight.

“[color=gold]I need something that can pierce armour. A warhammer or a war pick. Something…wondrous. If you can provide. [/color]” said Galaxor with a playful wink.

Sylia scoffed and put her hands on her hips. “Of course I can provide. Such nonsense to think otherwise.” She placed her left hand under her chin and began to pace in thought. “A sword will be of no use against heavy armor. Nor other slashing or piercing weapons. It will have to be a warhammer. Blunt force trauma. Armor can’t protect one if their bones are shattered. Now can it?” She asked herself with a long sigh. Spinning to Galaxor she said, “I shall require Galaxium or even Misrite, but Misrite might be difficult to produce. Come.” She beckoned to him and she began to walk up the white steps of the Atelier.

Galaxor chuckled at Sylia's scoff and followed her. “[Color=gold]Just kidding, I can see what you're capable of. [/color]” As Sylia started to explain weaponry to Galaxor he shook his head. A tablet appeared in his hands and he pointed it at Sylia. On the tablet, Sylia saw all there was to know about weapons and their stats. All the knowledge of the universe regarding weaponry, right in front of her. It, as well, contained the best materials to be used for them, albeit in a more basic form than Sylia could produce.

“[Color=gold]I know how weapons work, Crafter but I'm at a loss. What is Galaxium? I've got nothing about this material on any of my tablets. [/color]” replied Galaxor while scratching his head. Truly, even with all the knowledge of the universe, this was not something he knew anything about. 

Sylia rubbed the bridge of her nose as she looked away from the tablet. She muttered something about ‘children's game's’ and walked in front of the taller god. “Surely you know about Divinium?” She began, turning to face him but never breaking her pace, “The sacred metal? The Hum? It's under the tree alongside your people. Galaxium is an alloy of Divinium that has taken on heroic attributes. Your heroic attributes that were decreed into the nascent universe by the Khodex.” She shut her eyes and folded her hands behind her back. 

“A heroic feat or heroic tendencies in general, performed or witnessed by the pure Divinium, will become Galaxium.” She opened her eyes and looked at him. “What better substance would there be for a weapon? Besides Misrite, which would require extreme violence to obtain or Bohtrutite, which would require some fashion of toil to obtain, Galaxium is our best bet.”

“[Color=gold]I've never witnessed this alloy but I'll make sure to take notes about it. Well. Let's get some Divinium then. Surely my heroic aura will be more than enough to create it. Will it take some of my knowledge about weaknesses too? I have…learned a lot since we've been called to this world. But I do agree. A heroic weapon for a heroic wielder will be perfect. [/color]” 

Sylia shrugged. “I have not properly tested if a God's dominion over another aspect of reality can sway the Divinium to alloy. Or even combine with other alloys. However, anything we touch is capable of change. Whether through its base or by addendum. I theorise, if you will such knowledge into the ore, it will take it greedily.”

“[Color=gold]Well, I think it's time to test that out. I'm quite curious what it can be used for and how. If it's as useful as you seem to think it is…my GU will be in need of an upgrade soon.[/color]” 

They crossed into the first tier of the Atelier. The sounds of saws and axes became a steady beat and they crossed mortals, goblins and beastfolk alike, carving, whittling and learning how to work with wood. Sylia glanced at Galaxor, “The Divinium Forge at the Tree can help them, if that’s what you desire. I would be wary of what they might make however. As you will soon see, such weapons forged from Divinium are not to be taken lightly.” They neared the second tier of steps and began to rise. 

“[Color=gold]Thank you for the offer. They won't be making weapons more than to protect themselves, I can assure you of that. My Maxima hangs onto my every word and I've made it so that no goblin can ever deny her commands…unless they've been protected by one of us. [/color]” said Galaxor with a knowing smile. Mortals. They'll always find a way to cause harm if they've got the chance. 

Sylia looked at Galaxor with inquisitive eyes but said nothing more. They quickly made their way through the second tier, a place of cracking stone and melting ore. More goblins and beastfolk were present here. There were also the Syllianth and one of those glowing Striders, all teaching and learning in that bustling place.

Galaxor offered a friendly smile to each of the mortals he saw and in one case, offered a tablet with the library design schematics to one of the goblins. “[color=gold]You’ll thank me later for this, but it’s a useful invention. May it bring joy to your people. [/color]” said Galaxor with a wink to Sylia…and the goblin.

As they walked up the third set of stairs, a troupe of Syllianth walked past and Sylia paused to address them. “Hollis,” A tall Syllianth stepped forth and bowed. “Triple the watch on the walls, shut the gates and allow entry to only those who live here or seek refuge. Inform the Council once this is done.”

He bowed, “As you ask it, Goddess.” The man said in a deep voice before rising and hurrying off with the others.

“They can never be too safe.” Sylia said as the two gods began to walk again. 

“[color=gold]I understand that very well. The reason I’ve put the GU where I did was because of safety. They may feel isolated but when they’ll be out in the world…danger will lurk at every corner. Heroes will be needed but to make heroes…one needs to train and learn first. [/color]” 

Sylia gave a curt nod but said nothing as they passed the two towering Watchers before the great entrance to her workshop. Once inside she took him past working Syllianth, some so engrossed they didn’t even look up, to her private chambers. At the very heart of the building, twin doors of obsidian swung upon to reveal a well lit room. Sylia took off at once and flew up, where soft white lights hovered in the raised ceiling. She grabbed one and landed at the back of the room where a pool of mercury surrounded a raised platform. As soon as her feet touched the stone, it lifted off the ground. Without looking at Galaxor she spoke, “The Divinium awaits you to change it. Come.”

Galaxor let out a whistle as he entered the workshop, he knew all the designs of all the workshops in existence but this one was new to him. This…was truly a divine workshop, made only by those that have intimate knowledge of this craft. He followed Sylia as she flew up and nodded to her. 

Approaching the Divinium, Galaxor inspected from all sides before concentrating the power of both domains in each hand. One to give the Divinium his heroic essence making it a truly heroic alloy and in the other, the all the knowledge he had about monsters, weapons, weaknesses and the sorts. Sylia watched as this happened, the ore becoming entwined with a different hum as it took within it the shades of blue and gold, leaching itself of all white. 

When Galaxor was done she plucked it from the air and began to hum along with its tune. She next bid him to leave the platform with a nod from her head and when he did so, it began to hover further into the air. The pool of mercury began to ascend in round globules, shimmering around the platform, fixed into its orbit. She held the ore high in her hands, gently grasping with her fingers before pulling with such force, the ore began to glow white hot. The ore elongated with each pull, its feverish hum growing faint as it became metal, until it had grown forever silent. When she was satisfied with the length of the handle, stretching more than her arm and with the metal illuminating such light, the Goddess began to shape the head. 

As Sylia worked, Galaxor watched in silence as much as he could before eventually he started humming a ballad that was written about him while also writing on a tablet something to do with a cat in a box and whether it is dead or alive or both.

First she willed the metal to take a rectangular shape, large and mighty. Then she tapered one end into a great sharp point, for more precise hits. As the metal began to cool and the light became lesser, Sylia worked at a rapid pace. Almost a blur to any of lesser eyes, and it didn’t help that her form was constantly changing. From metals to stone and rock, even gemstones and woods. She embellished, embossed, wove and seemingly lost herself to the fever of work. Then all at once, her flurry of activity was over and that second of silence was followed by a tremendous boom, as she brought the warhammer down right in front of Galaxor’s feet. 

With the first genuine smile he had seen from her, she bowed. “One weapon to slay those foolish enough to call themselves Gods.”

What lay before Galaxor was beyond the likes of any mortal craftsmen. The electric blue handle was wrought with a golden vein that pulsed with energy and swirled around the handle in a never ending spiral. The spiral began at the golden pommel that resembled a regal lion, shimmering as if alive. The great hammerhead, the size of a goblin’s torso, was shaped to be flat on one side and of course, pointed on the other. It had the same swirling pattern as the handle. In the very center of the deep blue metal, and visible on both sides of the hammerhead, there lay a circle of solid gold that crackled with energy. It was both a beautiful object beyond the likes of any mortal craftsmen and also a potent weapon.

The moment Sylia’s work was done and the silence descended upon the workshop once more, it got broken again as the newly created weapon was brought down at Galaxor’s feet. With a chuckle, Galaxor said “[color=gold]Careful with that, might’ve actually hurt me there. [/color]” before starting to inspect the warhammer. Taking in everything about it. How it looked, how it smelled, how it felt when he touched it. Its very essence screamed “DANGER” to Galaxor. This weapon was powerful enough to eliminate a divine without a second thought. It was truly a bane of any god and a beautiful one at that. A perfect weapon for the most perfect god, his former self might’ve said. 

“[color=gold]It’s a truly beautiful weapon. I’d say I’m impressed but that doesn’t really describe what I feel towards this weapon. Perfect. Divine. Brilliant. Well done. [/color]” said Galaxor, his voice almost breaking as he said the words.

Sylia grabbed the handle and hefted it with ease. “You will find,” she said, swinging it away from him, the air crackling as she did, “That the weapon is perfectly balanced. Capable of breaking the mightiest of foes. And,” The weapon shrank to be the size of a normal hammer, “Crafty.” She smirked and the weapon returned to its original size. She faced Galaxor and placed the hammer before her before leaning on it. “Now, if you had come to me without this great threat upon the horizon and asked for such a weapon, the price would have been far steeper. But I am feeling most generous today and all I request is this; When you have slain the foe you seek, bring to me its plate. Is this agreeable?”

Galaxor chuckled at the pun and shook his head, this Sylia seemed to be a divine after his own heart.

“[Color=gold]I wondered when the price talk would come. Only a plate? What about the creature's whole head on a silver plate? Surely you'll find a use for that. As for the threat…I would've handled it on my own if it wasn't this great. But, very well. You've got my word that you'll receive a plate of his armor in exchange for this beauty of a weapon. [/color]” proclaimed Galaxor while putting his hands towards her, in a handshake manner. 

Instead of taking his hand with her own, Sylia placed the hammer’s handle and said simply, “Goodluck.”

[hider=Summary]
[Hider=Summary: GU] 
The GU discover a diamond crystal mine which they now use to make weapons, armor etc. Their library has grown in size too.
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[Hider=Knowledge] 
Galaxor, after being inspired by the Eidolon, seeks to better understand the knowledge of the universe and after meditating on it, gains the domain of knowledge. 
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[Hider=Sylia and Galaxor]
Galaxor feels the disturbance caused by the Outer Gods and flies over the planet a few times to figure out what's going on. After seeing the threat they face, he goes to Sylia. Negotiations happen and The Cosmic Devastator is being created. A weapon so strong it can kill divine beings and has loads of other neat abilities. 
Galaxor also finds out what Divinium is and how to use it which gives him ideas for the future. 
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[hider=MP Usage]
Galaxor 
Available - 7 
-4 MP to Gain Domain Of Knowledge
-1 MP (+1MP from Heroism, +1MP from Knowledge) to bless the whole goblin race with “Heroic Thirst For Knowledge”. All goblins will now seek to understand more about the world, their trades or whatever else they’re doing. They will learn faster and be able to understand more than your usual mortal, this will also increase their overall intelligence or the desire to do so.
-2MP (with the 2 domain bonus) - to help make the Cosmic Devastator - It grants the artefact the knowledge of all weaknesses, monsters and subtype of each monster, granting the user of the weapon the ability to know exactly where to strike and the heroic essence, granting the wielder increased destructive force. 

Remaining - 0

Sylia
Available - 8MP

-2MP to help make the Cosmic Devastator (with the 2 domain bonus) Base cost.
-1 (metal) - The CD is capable of changing it’s density. Letting it float or letting it sink to the core of the planet.
-1 (crafting) - The CD is crafty, and is able to change its size. 
-1 (From Divinium alloy itself) - Heroic Bond - The CD bonds with the wielder and makes it impossible for it to be taken away. If magically removed, it can return to the wearer. 

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[hider=Domain Of Knowledge]
The Domain of Knowledge signifies a profound mastery over the boundless realms of information, wisdom, and cognition within the cosmic tapestry. It transcends the mere accumulation of facts, offering an intricate understanding of the underlying principles governing the universe.

Beyond information acquisition, the Domain of Knowledge extends to teaching and guiding others, fostering intellectual growth, and preserving the collective wisdom of civilizations. The deity becomes a custodian of knowledge, contributing to the eternal pursuit of understanding and enlightenment.
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