IAmTheIsland
Eviledd1984
canaryrose
Jumbus
PalmerEldritch
Not a Sayan
teenangstlife
ByteFerghus... was bored. After returning to the Forge, he didn't feel satisfied with what he was doing. The Forge was all he was good at, but it wasn't enough. He thought for a while, and came to one conclusion: it was time to make his mark on the planet Galbar. The only problem to that was how. He looked around his forge to give him some ideas, and his eyes fell upon the metal and plasma he had received. An idea formed in his mind.
Using the Forge, he used small fractions of the metal and plasma to construct full body suits of armor, using the same general form as humans for reference. Ferghus created 10 of them until he finally stopped, then imbued each one with a living flame. At once, the suits started to glow red where the chinks in the suits of armor were, but the suits did not move yet.
Ferghus then left his Forge to see the planet again. Already the place looked terrible, covered in darkness and cold, until Vowzra created this giant tree thing that apparently removed the darkness and cold. Even from a distance, Ferghus could tell it radiated power. However, Ferghus had other things to attend to, so he left the tree alone.
Finding a clearing with no sentient life around, Ferghus teleported to it, then transported all the living suits of armor from his Forge to the clearing. With his new creations in place, Ferghus got set to work granting them the tools and abilities they needed to leave a mark on the world. He granted them all tools and weapons they could summon at will, both for forging and for defending themselves. He granted them the ability to summon a forge and anvil, and desummon them at will. He granted them the ability to even weaponize their flames within themselves at will, if necessary.
Satisfied with his work, Ferghus gave them their first directive: go forth into the world and teach life forms they come across the way of the Forge, as well as to spread the name of Ferghus, God of the Forge. All of the suits of armor marched in different directions, ready to follow that directive. The Arma Igna were born.
Back into his Forge, Ferghus used a portion of his power to make himself stronger. With his new creations, he would need more power if he wanted to do more things. What those things were, Ferghus had no idea, but it was best to be prepared. Ferghus imagined a flame within himself, and that flame compressed itself. Then the flame grew larger and stronger, yet it still stayed compressed. Ferghus felt that power within himself, felt it grow. Ferghus enjoyed that feeling.
Using the Forge, he used small fractions of the metal and plasma to construct full body suits of armor, using the same general form as humans for reference. Ferghus created 10 of them until he finally stopped, then imbued each one with a living flame. At once, the suits started to glow red where the chinks in the suits of armor were, but the suits did not move yet.
Ferghus then left his Forge to see the planet again. Already the place looked terrible, covered in darkness and cold, until Vowzra created this giant tree thing that apparently removed the darkness and cold. Even from a distance, Ferghus could tell it radiated power. However, Ferghus had other things to attend to, so he left the tree alone.
Finding a clearing with no sentient life around, Ferghus teleported to it, then transported all the living suits of armor from his Forge to the clearing. With his new creations in place, Ferghus got set to work granting them the tools and abilities they needed to leave a mark on the world. He granted them all tools and weapons they could summon at will, both for forging and for defending themselves. He granted them the ability to summon a forge and anvil, and desummon them at will. He granted them the ability to even weaponize their flames within themselves at will, if necessary.
Satisfied with his work, Ferghus gave them their first directive: go forth into the world and teach life forms they come across the way of the Forge, as well as to spread the name of Ferghus, God of the Forge. All of the suits of armor marched in different directions, ready to follow that directive. The Arma Igna were born.
Back into his Forge, Ferghus used a portion of his power to make himself stronger. With his new creations, he would need more power if he wanted to do more things. What those things were, Ferghus had no idea, but it was best to be prepared. Ferghus imagined a flame within himself, and that flame compressed itself. Then the flame grew larger and stronger, yet it still stayed compressed. Ferghus felt that power within himself, felt it grow. Ferghus enjoyed that feeling.
