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Once, before the world was young, there were a race of horribly misshapen creatures that scoured the abyss and battled for supremacy. These Titans lived in chaos, locked in a cycle of endless bloodshed and death. After eons of carnage a particular breed emerged, and though no less randomly generated, these abominations gained some degree of supremacy over their lessers. Calling themselves the demons, they organized, and quickly went about subjugating their more hermetic counterparts.
There was some semblance of order in the insanity fostered by demon society. The most powerful demons realized that they could not keep the Titans bound forever, and the bloodshed could not be beaten from their spirits (because the dungeon keeper was bugged, AGAIN), so they hid away and hatched a nefarious plan in secret.
For long, they had known of existence beyond their abyss; creatures of magma, and water, and earth. The cleverest of the Demons, a powerful Lord by the name of Blixal Malicedlances, dreamt of subjugating these creatures just as he had done to the Titans. Together the demons came up with a plan to turn the Titans loose onto the Gods, as they were now being called, to sate the blood thirst of those beasts while expanding their Kingdom into realms unknown.
The Gods, unaware of the creatures from the abyss, were overtaken at once. Hordes upon hordes of creatures flew, slithered, and crawled from the far corners of existence. Though the Gods were strong, courageous, and well equipped, they had forgotten to set an Arsenal God. Without a bureaucrat for them to submit forms to in order to get weaponry to defend themselves, many were slain in the initial wave. Creatures of glimmering gems, powdery chalk, and stunning malachite fell, their bodies crumbling under the assault.
Overcome with disbelief at how easy these creatures fell to the Titans, the Demons greedily began hatching plans for thrones made of diamond and platinum. They withdrew and prepared for retaliation. When it did not come, they returned to where the Gods had fallen, only to find that far fewer remained. They found that the Gods had been struck by the same chaos that plagued the Titans, though many went about it differently. The God of water sat around, unflinching, staring off into space. The God of Magma attacked the God of Wood, leaving lumps of flammable black flesh behind. The God of Silk ripped his skin from his pig-tail bones and babbled like a madman, until only a few threads remained.
Making haste, the demons attacked the remaining Gods, slaying them one by one. Standing on the heap of their bodies, they celebrated, taking joy in the slaughter. It was then that a single God returned wielding a slade Warhammer, gazing out over the destruction before him. Blixal, blinded by his rush of victory, 'generously' offered the God a chance to beg for a quick death.
"You fools! Do you know who I am?" The God cried, shaking a mighty fist. "I am the chaos that burns in your heart that makes you yearn for destruction. I am the rage that comes after seeing your loved one die. I am the insanity that follows a masterpiece incomplete. I am the noble who makes demands for goods you cannot possibly produce. I am death! I am destruction! I am ARMOK, GOD OF BLOOD!"
All of the demons were cowed, and trembled in fear. All but Blixal. Not to be bested by a lone God, he sent the hordes of Titans forward. One after one, they fell. Not a one was slain (because warhammers suck), but each was knocked unconscious, every bone in it's limbs broken and mangled. Occasionally tails too but never important ones like skulls. As wave after wave fell before him, Blixal would force more Titans into the front line, eventually forcing the demons into battle. Finally, only Blixal remained, and he too was struck down.
Armok has taken control of a workshop! Armok has began work on a mysterious construction. For ages, Armok worked, dragging his compatriots slain bodies one by one into the workshop, dismembering the ones who were intact and reforging them into something new. Finally, Armok stepped back and admired his creation.
This is a slade cage. All craftsdwarfship is of the highest quality. It is encrusted with diamond, ruby, sapphire amber opal, aventurine, onyx, onyx opal, moss opal, brown jasper, rose quarts, sard, white chalcedony, tube agate, tigereye, shell opal, quartz, topaz, emerald, red beryl, red zircon, peridot, and green jade (to name a few), it is encircled with bands of water, magma, kimberlite, malachite, native gold, garnierite, hematite, and galena (to name a few more), it is studded with water, limestone, chalk, peat, magnetite, gabbro, obsidian, sandy loam, magma, sandstone, granite, bauxite, diorite, and marble (to name a even more), and menaces with spikes of granite, obsidian, slate, andesite, and basalt. On the item is the image of a continent.
Armok then took the demons and forgotten beasts once called Titans, designated the cage as a dumping area, and then shoved all of them inside. The Titans clawed their way to the top, but could not escape before he shut the door and forbade the cage to keep anyone from opening it. Though doomed to their prison, Blixal was not done yet, and yearned for freedom. A single hole in the cage was enough for the demon to escape.
Just as he was clawing his way to the surface, Armok plucked an eyelash from his face, and pressed it deep into the newborn world. The hole was sealed, and Blixal was forced back into the depths. Though to Armok it was just an eyelash, it rose 2212 Z-levels from the ground as an adamantine pillar of the Blood God's power and might that would come to fill all races with awe for eons to come. At least until some idiot mines it out at the bottom and causes a 2212-z level cave in.
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