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It seemed Azrah was determined to forge her people into a forge strong enough to defeat Death even as she ordered and structed her growing empire of villages and trade routes. Giving them divine instruction on how to worship with fire in their hearts for warriors or slave alike. It was not easy though, with the threat of death and becomming food for any who did not make the grade. Not fearing Azrah was a big ask many of the lesser people could not live up too, still they did belief body and soul in her power and the power of her warriors who did not fear death. Many of them incoperated that belief and fearlessness in their own lives in whatever way they could. Embracing the passion and hot fury of life head on. For there was much work to do as Azrah willed it so.

The people had formed into three castes. Priestess's, warriors and labours. Ranked in that order but all were kept busy equally, the women tending to the men, the men beating each other to a pulp every day as they refined their skills. The labourers however were the most varied, from farming basic crops to forging weapons. The work never ceased, night and day with the fury of the volcano of Azrah herself!

Metal was shaped to fit warriors, swords and spears fashioned of new material although agate was a tribute in all. Food was supplied and the eating of men took on a more ritualistic note. A grand punishment or to celebrate the death of a great warrior. An irony that the same was used for both, the priestess's becomming a medical force also. Healing the wounded and making sure the strong stayed strong.

Expansion continued also, bringing new souls into the firey bossom of Azrah and the warm embrace of the divine. But also divine power brought new guardians to the villages, the infernal women of metal and flame who watched over all. Silent and powerful, yet playful also, they could often be seen dancing in mimic of the red haired women who flaunted themselves to entice the men. Although none were foolish enough to try and grab a fire sentinel for their bodies scorched the flesh.

Power came to Azrah from all this... yet a new power awoke.

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In the north east of Borvo, warriors of Azrah encounted something strange, a cavern in the foot of the small mountain rage. Inside they felt a presense, a powerful and ancient pull that drew them inside where they gazed upon might itself. A massive stone golem slumbered, dormant and inactive in the cave. Yet with the arrival of the worshippers it blossomed to life with an explosion of fire! Divine power of the fire god filling and awakening it, bringing it to life. An ancient relic of the old world had been found and set loose! Who ever controlled the golems cavern would control the mighty avatar of stone.

However the golem was a lifeless vessel, fueled by divine power it took on the power of the god who controlled it. Fire errupted from the golem and it became a fire entity, powered by Azrah's might and ready to be used upon the world! Golem

(Power comes to Azrah but leaves with the creation of a new elemental creatures. Power level 3)

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The Golem

An ancient creation that was made to house the power of the divine and give it a vessel, whoever finds the golem's chamber shall awaken the being and send it forth. It has the power to build... or the power to destroy. How it shall be put to work is up to the god who finds it. A stone being of strength.