Dogon the Destroyer's page

[B]There has to be a Dogonday! Then the first month must, obviously, be called Dogon. How about using numbers for the days and months, except for my name of course.[/i]

Dogon was disappointed. His daughter, Mistress Destra, had failed to destroy Lighton, and she lost the Orb of Oblivion. Maybe it was a mistake to make more children. Dogon looked through a crystall ball, and he saw that two other gods, that he knew of, were living in the Far Realms. Shouldn't he being living in one of his own far realms? Then souls of the dead could come to him. Maybe he could have his own...Realm of Destruction? Dogon laughed and he did just that.
Dogon found himself instantly in his own Realm! It looked like an endless plane of pure destruction! He laughed and began to call souls to his new home...

Deep within Mt. Dogon, the God of Destruction was almost finished. He had labored many hours crafting his daughter. He made her from both stone and human bodies that his clerics brought him. Instead of making her the size of a mountain like The Destroyer, he made his daughter relatively short, a mere seven rods (feet) tall. That way she could relate to the people she was about to destroy.

He breathed life into her, as gods can do, and he gave her a staff as tall as she was. It was made from pure, black, unbreakable crystal, and at it's top he placed the most powerful artifact he ever created: the Orb of Oblivion! Anything she struck with that orb with be obliterated from existence. He was so proud of himself, that he almost cried.

Wake up, daughter of Dogon! Your time has come to bring destruction to this world. I shall named you...Destra! What have you to say for yourself? Speak!

Destra opened her eyes...

Some time of silence passed before the Gu'lain would respond, perhaps using this pause for council with his brethren. His response left no doubt of his hunger for power and vengeance, yet clearly his people were all bitter about Dogon's earlier response.

"Then infuse us with a piece of you, Dogon, so that we may be your kin! We come to you, offering our servitude freely, but we are better than your Dogarr and your Runts! We wish to be chief among your followers, to be superior! Dominant! If you agree to this, then we shall pledge our devotion to you until the end of times. If not, then we shall leave and find another source for power, so that we may use it to show you what you would have gained if you had not turned us away!"

The elves upon the mountain stood ready to either defend themselves or flee from the Dogarr and Runts, quickly and methodically.

I agree to your terms

From the top of Mt. Dogon an object is thrown and it lands at the feet of the Dark Elves. It appears to be a dagger made of black crystal. There is a drop of blood on the blade...a drop of Dogon's blood.

I offer you this token. The Dagger of Dogon! Use it well.

"Dogon, I fear you misunderstand our intent. We are not here to make friends with your filthy servants and those who entertain your slave pens. We are here to rule and dominate them all as their superiors. Grant us power, and we shall bring destruction upon this world the likes of which your son could never do! But words are simply wind. Allow us to demonstrate our resolve, Destroyer! We shall instigate a demonstration of blood and chaos upon your servants, so that you may enjoy their screams of pain!" - twisted was the heart of an elf when it sank completely into darkness, truly.

And the elf's words were naught but true intention, for hatred and vengeance burned hot in his heart as well as his brethren. Even now as they spoke, the elves sharpened their blades and readied their arrows in preperation of assaulting the dogarr and runt lands to conquer them with supreme skill, magical weaponry and tactical superiority.

Yet the elves were not simply intellegent beings, for many on Eoghan could claim such qualities. Oh, no.

The elves are a race with great levels of innate magic. Perhaps that is also the reason for why they are such an emotional race, perhaps not. One thing is certain. The Destroyer has perhaps gained a powerful new toy, and completely free of charge.

Gu Lain the Dark, allow me to be even more clear. This is my world to destroy, not your's! The World of Beriya, or whatever others call it, will be destroyed by me, or my siblings, and no other! Even now I am crafting my daughter within my temple, and she will be even more destructive than her brother! Even now my Dogarr are multiplying within the Dungeons that my wretched Runts make for me! Even now I make alliances with the giants of the north who I raised from their earthly sleep! Even now I will prepare my armies to attack you if you dare set one foot on my territory! This is my offer: join me or be destroyed! The choice is yours...

The Settlement of the Dark Ones

Gu'lain was chief among those who chose to walk the path of power and hatred, for he was once a druid of great prowess who misused his knowledge and power into taking from nature for his own goals and giving nothing back. When the Tree had taken what was rightfully his, a deep and dark hole opened in his chest, driving him to crave for something to fill it. It needed only two things. Vengeance, to heal his wounded pride and Power to fuel his scalding arrogance.

He was respected among the elven masses. His words carried great weight and many believed his opinion to be wisdom. However some did not follow or agree with his plans of travelling to the no-man's land and making it their own. The masses split into two and travelled in two opposite directions. One to the south, towards the Quori Peaks, as they would be known once the Light Elven kingdom would be established, one to the north, towards the Glass Desert in a desperate lust for something to replace their stolen birthright, driven by their thirst for the destruction of their progenitors on some sub-conscious level.

Gu'lain led the Dark Elves north, where they would find the dogarr lands. However, they did not approach them too closely. First, they scouted the land as they made camp upon a small black mountain, no doubt once a part of the Obsidian mountain. There, Gu'lain sat facing what was once the great Obsidian Mountain, cradle to Dogon's son.

This would soon be their land.

Gu'lain, welcome to my land. You should know that the land around Mt. Dogarr is my land, and it shall always be my land. However, I have no problem with neighbors, as long as they do not interfere with my plans. In fact, in the future we may be allies in another war. There will always be another war. My son the Destroyer nearly destroyed the world above in the last one. Perhaps my future daughter will have better luck...

Beneath Mt. Dogon, Dogon mourned the death of his creation, The Destroyer, but mostly he was proud at what his "son" had accomplished. However, that the past. This was a new age.He ordered the short and tireless Runts to double their work. He wanted his dungeons to link all of the underland with the aboveland. He wanted his Dogarr to be able to attack all of the new kingdoms and domains above. Also, he had to deal with the Vandans and crystal world Vanda at the core of this world. He had to build up his forces to make war on Vanda.

Also, in his mind he was thinking of a new child that would be more destructive than his first. Perhaps he would make a daughter this time...

(the gets respond to force, not reason, trickery, not emotion. a sufficient show of either would suffice, and being true neutral at heart, bodes for the other side as well, at any juncture of any conflict. however, the capital leveraged in man hours spent 'spurning' would only barely pay off the investment - if at all. ask yourself: how desperate are you for reinforcements? because only a great fool of a general would view the gets as a priority of any tier higher than second-to-last; with last being doing nothing...)

I see a theme here with the gets. If I am not mistaken, some gets were turned into Elves. I want to explore that more. Dogon needed people, slaves really, to build his dungeons, but his Dogarr really weren't suited for it. They were good at killing, but at actually working endless hours and not complaining? No, but he could (using brutal force) make gets go down into the earth and crave out dungeons for him.

However, they were a bit too man sized to for his taste, so he altered their size a bit, making them no more than 3 rods (feet) tall. He also increased their Constitution, to make them able to endure endless hours of work, and he lowered their Wisdom, to break down any will they had left to his commands.

He renamed them Runts, and even now (as the Destroyer shakes the earth above) they dig out dungeons with their bare hands.

My "creation" is making me so proud. I feel like a proud father seeing his son take his first steps. Destroy the World of Beriya above, my son, and I shall destroy it below!

Probe Omega One report:

Analysis of unknown metallic titan is inconclusive. Energy readings and behavioral patterns suggest it is a "concept creature," bound by laws of cosmic consonance like outsiders and deities. It's trail of creation and destruction ended at a flat mesa with anomalous dimensional properties and planar overlap. Probe 1 tentative conclusion: a new god has forged a new demiplane to reside in, readings indicate anarchic bias and creation/destruction portfolios. Probe 1 controllers deemed planar incursion to be too high-risk. Probe 1 proceeding to secondary investigation; human settlements. Initial readings show low techno/magical development, engaging infiltration protocols. Omega Probe One signing off...

Interesting. I am not familiar with technology, but during my "destructions" I have come across it. I suggest you send Probe Omega One to the peak of the Obsidian Mountain. The Primevan "Alsokar" is about to reach the summit, where that sword is waiting to be pulled out by him. Due to my agreement with the Gorilla, I cannot interfere in any way. I can only watch with great pleasure like everyone else. I have used my godly senses to try to find out who is Calling him, but I am unable to find out. It is no matter. Either way the release of The Destroyer is inevitable, and I am very curious to see what will happen. Now back to my Dungeons and...

Dogon! I shall NOT let you destroy the world, while I still dwell here!

*Looks at temporary allies.*

No, I'm not changing my ways, I'm defending the world only so that I can conquer it.

*Turns back to Dogon.*

However, I offer a compromise. You wish to destroy worlds? Well then, I just so happen to be in possession of a rare ore that allows whole worlds to be created. So, leave my home alone and the ore is yours!

Hahahahahahahahahaha! I gladly accept your compromise Gorilla God or Grodd. I am quite certain I can find a good use for that rare ore. I will settle for just destroying the people, creatures, buildings, and other stuff of this world, but not the entire world itself. HOWEVER, there are forces at work that may end up destroying the world anyway. I am no longer in control the DESTROYER, and someone is on his way to the peak of the Obsidian Mountain to pull that sword...

Trevor, is that you? I thought you died with everyone else on my last world. So I'm an idiot god now? That oddly makes me laugh. I am use to destroying things, but have no skill with witty comebacks. I accidently blew up that world. For this world my goal is to keep destroying....and letting other gods create people and places so I can then destroy them again. Its all about creation and destruction now. Oh, don't get me wrong, I am going to destroy you, but I hope another god will then resurrect you so the process can start over again...

Culex, Dark Knight of Vanda wrote:

This wound, this Lightscar, is our mark and memory of this battle for eons to come.

Yet fight on we must and we do, by no means are we to surrender to annihilation! We unleash the dragon, our newborn Crystal Wyrm, after seizing from it the shards of gemstones from which successors, crystal drakes, will one day be born. These secure, the Wyrm is released with firm direction - to ravage the Dogarr, leaving not even corpses in its wake, returning the survivors of the plague menace to dust and nothing more.

Yes, the Crystal Wyrm did ravage my Dogarr, and we were driven underground. Even now it hurts the eyes of them to venture out into the sunlight. No matter. We simply went underground. My dungeons, as others have called them, are vast. Even I do not know them all. They have spread out across the Underworld. Creatures dark and foul are attracted to them, and they are welcomed. I have heard a Call, and it was not from me. I called forth the giants from their earthly graves, and now many of them serve me. Some do not, but that matters not! They will attack from the surface. They will be the vanguards when the Destroyer is released, and even now I see that it is inevitable. Someone who does not serve me will climb the Obsidian Mountain and pull forth the sword! Then the destruction of the land above will begin. ALL SHALL BE DESTROYED! So be it...

I was planning my next move. I needed to regrow the Dogarr, only this time they would have stonefire giants as their allies. I also ordered my Dogarr to begin building tunnels and chambers underneath my mountain to house my soldiers, prisoners, and weapons. One of my generals suggested I call those chambers dungeons and I immeaditely had him tortured to death! What an idiotic name! My next war will be fought above and below the surface. Somehow, I will free the Destroyer...

Made a bit of an adjustment for you Dogon. Didn't see your post when I first posted!

It matters not to Dogon whether or not the giants are good, evil, or neither. All will be destroyed in the end...except for me of course.

This world is missing something. Perhaps we can have a "Council of the Gods" to talk about issues, and in return I will delay destroying the world for 1,000 years. Hmmmmmm, as I ponder deep within my temple Mt. Dogon, my Dogarr suffer as they should. My Destroyer is stuck inside a mountain AFTER I MADE HIM! I spend more time pondering, and then I realize that something else is buried with the world. There were giants in the earth!
[spoiler]http://www.genesis6giants.com/index.php?s=388[spoiler]

I send out a Call and all across the world (lets call it Dogon) the giants rise from the earth and sea. In the mountains near my temple giants made of stone and fire rise up to join me. The next war will not have the same result as Lightscar!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I order the surviving Dogarr to retreat back to Mt. Dogon. I will simply make more. My temple will be built deep within the mountain. I reavh out to find my Sword Destruction, but I am unable to sense it. No matter. I shall create a new and even more powerful artifact. This world will be destroyed. I shall find new allies or I will make them. I will especially make the Humans pay dearly!

To Murmer/DK, many of my Dogarr died in the flood you caused you caused. If I cared one bit for them I would be mad. Thankfully due to my ally the Wyrm my dead Dogarr will be risen as the undead. Under the command of my High Priest Vorrak, we will destroy the Armies of Light. The Humans, Primevans, D'Kin, and Couatl will be destroyed. The city of Primeva will be ours, then the world of...I guess there is no name yet...it matters not! Target my soldiers Arkon, it matters not! Your flying city will fall. Vorrak carries the Amulet of Anniliation and the Sword of Destruction. We cannot be defeated!

My people have no need for gods. Our strength is in our arms, our minds, and our loyalty to Vanda herself. Faith is the crutch of the weak, the simpering shield of those who lack the power to stand under their own might.

There is no alliance, especially not with the one who would unleash such devastation on the world we wish to conquer. The frail flesh-things of this planet's surface may oppose our dominion, but at least they do not wish to eradicate the very stone from beneath us! For this time, carrion creature, Vanda stands alongside those who dwell on the Stone Above, against the forces of annihilation. We will not yield to oblivion.

Very well, Dark Knight, if you are not with me, then you are against me! As we speak I am crafting the Amulet of Annihilation. I will give it to my chief priest Vorrak. He is also armed with the Sword of Destruction. He will cut down my enemies as he leads my army. When he arrives at Primeva he will break the amulet, and Annihilation itself will be let loose. Woe to all who are in the way. I myself may even be swept away, so powerful will be the explosion! Oh yes, you will ALL be destroyed! My army is at the field of blood and we await the battle!

The surfacers are gathering for war. So be it! The Destroyer is bound and blockaded, thus we may turn our attentions properly to the rest of this miserable prison. We will send forth the gets first, their chains clenched in the claws of our kyton minions. Once they have bled the opposition, we will send our champions and centuries to join the fray.

To war, my gemstone guardians and crystal cavalry. To War!

My Dogarr can easily destroy the gets! I need to know now if you are with us or against us?! Make your choice, Culex! I am sure the worm riddled dead of Puss the Wyrm will have fun with the gets! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

I was some sort of deity, before a party of adventurers destroyed me. A small shred of my essence found a home in a dead baby dragon. Puss the Wyrm I now call myself. Now I have found a planet where the new races do not burn their dead. By turning all unprotected dead into worm riddled, contagious monsters I am raising an army. I am also creeping into the dreams of adventurers and teaching them rituals. Especially The Open Grave, which will allow the cult I am fostering to return me to completeness.

Puss Worms. Fine vermin. Can cast animate dead on a corpse. Can kill like a rot grub. This can be added to any corporeal undead including mummies and Morge.
Puss the Wyrm is an insane, CE, undead, demigod. As it is concerned more with itself, it is open to Alliances.

Align with me, Wyrm, on the Field of Blood! Bring your unprotected dead, worm riddled, contagious monster army with you!

"Dogon let us discuss our alliance, true I have aided the kobold god in imprisoning your Destroyer but that really makes us stronger allies than before. You admitted that you wanted to destroy me as you wanted to destroy everything and a promise of merely being the last to be destroyed is hardly comforting.

Now however you need me both alive and free from your domination, I doubt that any other god will draw forth the sword and free your Destroyer. And you know that if I believe it will increase the anguish of the mortals in this world or if I think you are in danger of being defeated and thereby ending the war I will do so.

So let us work together, I humbly request a single tribe of your Dogarr to train as my priests in a small fortress on your obsidian mountain. These priests of mine shall start a new race of Xergarr which shall serve as mages and spies for your army. In return I shall use my power over plagues to make the Dogarr armies immune to diseases and able to eat even the most rancid meat."

I withdraw my power from interfering with the Vanden sages clearing the path for them to reach the surface and begin a war.

I turn my power on the Platinum Dragon which I have received from Dungeon Kobold, I do not change its nature at the moment I merely lay a curse on its body such that if it is killed whoever take possession of its body shall be open to my whispering influence.

Axerus, yes, take a tribe of the Dogarr. It matters not to me. My Dogarr are even now marching

I feel a new world full of the flowing powers of creation, full of potential for change and chaos. I move to it and I see it. Many gods have found their way here and they are rapidly populating the world with species, none seem to have contacted each other yet but there is still great potential for chaos, violence, and war.

I see the Vandans a mighty people, too mighty. If they were to breach the surface too soon they would simply conquer the world. That would be too easy, one quick war and then the boring peace of tyranny, not enough blood would be spilt to please me.

I focus my power to counter the scrying of the vandan sages, delude them into believing that the best way to the surface is in the north. Thus I have set them on a collision course with the sleeping mass of Dogon's Destroyer. I dont know if the Vadans or Dogon's beast will win the coming conflict and I don't really care. However this should delay the Vadana long enough for the other species to develop enough power to counter them making it a more evenly matched war.

I love evenly matched wars, they go on for a long time.

Hahahahaha! Excellent move, Axerus! Surely we are related in some distant reality. I apologize now for having to destroy you later on. I too wish to prolong the destruction of this world. I will take great pleasure when the Vandans awaken my Destroyer, and he destroys them, of course. My Call will not be needed.

My Dogarr can then move on and destroy whoever is closest to them. Will it be the Humans? Will it be the Mashileen? Will it be the D'Kin? I won't even mention the Roocaf. For a true challenge my Dogarr should march down to the Great Sea and battle the Primevans! Farael is a foolish, fallen angel, but he is powerful in his own delusional way, and he has prepared his people for war!

By the way, not too fond of the name Calamp. I would rather this world be named something else before I destroy it. Just saying...

I built a temple dedicated to me, of course, from the stone at the bottom of the tallest mountain. Naturally, I named it Mount Dogon. As I sat on my throne alone, I noticed that the other gods were creating their own races. I felt left out, because I could not create. I could only change and destroy.
I then sent out a Call, and soon (by my standards) a tribe of Humans arrived at my temple. I then began to twist them and change them into my image, and within a time they were no longer Human. Since they were twisted versions of me, and I named them the Dogarr! Their path in life was two fold: worship me and destroy all other races! I then sat back and was pleased.

After I destroyed my last world, I traveled the multiverse looking for a new world to destroy. I found this world to be formless and void, except for a few pockets to destroy. I traveled to the far north and I found a titanic mountain made of obsidon. I shaped the mountain as a sculpter shapes clay, and I created my Destroyer. I buried him deep within the earth to wait for my call...