Role

Chapter 2

Illegal name, try another.
Name: of sentience, which expanded over
time, grew into life, death, chaos and order. The sentience still
existed, although it was stretched thin, and soon the various parts
of the sentience became disconnected, defused throughout it's children.
Thus came the conflicts, the bickles, and the eventual wars.

After K'teng's failed war with Darsylon, she stewed within the
Underdark, gathering what remained of her lost power, creating
creatures to serve her. Forbidden magic and art had always been her
power, the deep darkness within her mind uncovering sparkles of
unfathomable magic, passageways and tunnels to the greatest of
divine. One of her excusions led her deep into the levels of the
Underdark within Aran'gird, where horrors untold awaited.

Various pierces of everburning lava lied among the section of the
Underdark. The tunnel was charred and the heat fazed even the
mightiest of dragons. Etched into the wall were shadows of duergars,
screaming in horror as a blaze imprinted their shadow in an
everlasting scream of horror.

"So this is where the mighty beast fell...."

K'teng grinned sadiciously as she loosened her ability. Focusing
her powers, a single piece of lava, uncontaminated, flew into her
cloak before she blinked from existance once again.

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Within her laboratory, K'teng brought out the piece of lava she so
coveted. Placing it within a giant cauldron of the raw essence of
magic, boiling, churning, and yearning for escape, the molten lava
grew brightly. A loud bestial roar erupted from the stone, slowly
overcome by the magic that overcame its rage. Both the piece of
stone and the raw essence of magic became quiet, an internal
struggle focusing their outrage...

Within the surface, as K'teng pursued her ambitions of immortality,
the piece of lava consumed the raw essence of magic. Slowly it
mutated, growing in shape and form, the outrage once instilled in
it quieting by the aeons of K'teng's manipulation. The stone
dissipated within the cauldron, it's sentience spread throughout
the liquid until it did not know who or what it was...

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K'teng, aged from the powerful magic she wields and near ghostly
through the unbridled power emerging from her core, approaches
the cauldron. Weaving her hands and speaking ancient words of power,
role + the liquid in the cauldron gathered together, being twisted
and molded through K'teng's control, until it resembled the form
of a demonic giant. The blank stare within its eyes, long since
dormant and tamed by K'teng's will, followed its Mistress.

"My greatest golem. My greatest creation."