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Konan375Sularn, spokesperson of the Rovaick.
The Rovaick had expanded throughout the mountains, at a steady pace. They carved homes from the mountain rock, a matter of necessity. They quickly gathered basic stone tools, another necessity, and the prolific Goblins carving out tunnels and crude homes with a disturbing ease. For the most part, they were content. Living in their mountain home, eating whatever they needed too and expanding as necessary. Still, the Rovaick couldn't venture to far outside of the Mountain home, and sometimes their new expansions would be destroyed. The Urtelem and White Giants viewed them as abominations, because of the chaotic and unnatural creatures that made up their essence. They were killed at times, driven off at others. In some rare, lucky, times they managed to cling to their homes and health. Armed with only stone tools and brute strength, they were very rarely a match for the White Giants and the Urtelem. The new magic of the Azibo was only slowly growing, and it wouldn't help the immediate deaths and forced eviction.
It had to stop. They didn't follow Vestec, the Mad God of Chaos. He was their creator, and for that they were thankful, but he had abandoned them almost as soon as he had created them, leaving them to fend for themselves.
"How did I get stuck with the problem of attracting the attention of three Gods and talking too them?" He muttered, heading to the summoning chamber. "Caze youz is da big boss man! Bestest speaka in da Rovck, you iz, you iz!" The Goblin next to him spouted off, happily walking next to him. "Shut up Gruik." The little goblin had insisted upon tagging along to this meeting, practically about to die from excitement of meeting his patron God. Sularn didn't have the heart to tell him Teknall might not respond at all.
Walking in the Summoning chamber, Sularn allowed himself one last breath of awe. It detailed the entire history of Galbar. From the Creation of the world to the creation of the Rovaick. What happened after is unknown.
"Time to get this over with." Sularn muttered. "Teknall, The Craftsman. Vulamera, lady of the mind, and Toun, the Perfect, I beseech you to answer my prayers. The Rovaick need your aid."
The Rovaick had expanded throughout the mountains, at a steady pace. They carved homes from the mountain rock, a matter of necessity. They quickly gathered basic stone tools, another necessity, and the prolific Goblins carving out tunnels and crude homes with a disturbing ease. For the most part, they were content. Living in their mountain home, eating whatever they needed too and expanding as necessary. Still, the Rovaick couldn't venture to far outside of the Mountain home, and sometimes their new expansions would be destroyed. The Urtelem and White Giants viewed them as abominations, because of the chaotic and unnatural creatures that made up their essence. They were killed at times, driven off at others. In some rare, lucky, times they managed to cling to their homes and health. Armed with only stone tools and brute strength, they were very rarely a match for the White Giants and the Urtelem. The new magic of the Azibo was only slowly growing, and it wouldn't help the immediate deaths and forced eviction.
It had to stop. They didn't follow Vestec, the Mad God of Chaos. He was their creator, and for that they were thankful, but he had abandoned them almost as soon as he had created them, leaving them to fend for themselves.
"How did I get stuck with the problem of attracting the attention of three Gods and talking too them?" He muttered, heading to the summoning chamber. "Caze youz is da big boss man! Bestest speaka in da Rovck, you iz, you iz!" The Goblin next to him spouted off, happily walking next to him. "Shut up Gruik." The little goblin had insisted upon tagging along to this meeting, practically about to die from excitement of meeting his patron God. Sularn didn't have the heart to tell him Teknall might not respond at all.
Walking in the Summoning chamber, Sularn allowed himself one last breath of awe. It detailed the entire history of Galbar. From the Creation of the world to the creation of the Rovaick. What happened after is unknown.
"Time to get this over with." Sularn muttered. "Teknall, The Craftsman. Vulamera, lady of the mind, and Toun, the Perfect, I beseech you to answer my prayers. The Rovaick need your aid."
