The Trouble with Daemons...

[Draz]

In the land of Murphy: Because it follows Murphy's law.

There lived a Daemon, not like Daemons we are used to, yet not unlike them either.
We shall call him D.Mon, for all intents and purposes and I think it will be fair to imagine him speaking with a jamacian accent. The reason why shall be explained in detail presently...

Before this D.Mon was created, there were a number of daemons created by the selection of Gods that rule over the known universe. As a matter of fact, the Pantheon of Gods and God like Beings, decided to CREATE other things in general. Why did they do this? Well, since there is no proof that they were entertained by our existance or that they had to prove anything by our existing, and considering their passiveness towards us now, in order to CREATE, they had to invent a philosophy.

This Philosophy was Entitled: Because I Can. Not because they should, or because it would heighten their existance... No, they created merely because it was in their power to do so. Another aspect of this philosophy is Why Not?

Personally, I find them both annoying. To no end.

So after they created, possibly several times in order to get things right, they wanted to invent their Opposites and see if they would like them.
They created Devils, which by comparing their relative powers and alignments, are the opposite of Gods.
The Gods, probably being unimpressed with their creation and being vain enough to think themselves worthy of a more powerful nemisis(well, they were worthy enough, but the fact still remains that they were vain), took several of the Devils and gave them a different alignment. Lawful Evil. Once the Devils had enough control over their powers and weren't complete victims to the whims of Chaos, they became more powerful and concentrated. Thus, Daemons were born.

After a few millenia of fighting the Gods and corrupting Mortals, the other creations of the Gods, some of Daemons were lifted into God Status, and others were trying their best to banish them and the rest of the Pantheon into oblivion, leaving the mortals defenseless.
Still others were inventing their own games to contend the next few millenia with, and others fading out of existance because nobody believed in them anymore.

Yet there was one Daemon who was unlike any other.

D.Mon had just killed one of the lesser Gods and was now given a God-like status.
D.Mon was at a loss. Now with his God-like status, he wasn't a God, and yet he wasn't a Daemon. He traversed across the heavens to see what he could do about this unexpected lessening of power.
The entire Pantheon did not understand why he wasn't given full God status, despite having killed one of their own, no matter how much of a lesser God that being was.

After hearing analogy and legend and story after fable and myth and tale, he grew weary of the Pantheon, and was overcome with his previous desire to desecrate and destroy all that the Gods held dear.
However, now being God-like, he didn't have to just resort to lawful-evil ways... and what better way to fight the Gods than to be unlawful... Perhaps not chaotic, for that would mean a complete reduction in power to that of a Devil, which was clearly not what he wanted.
No, he would be completely neutral, only doing things for his own gain. No matter what they might be...and if anybody questioned it, they would have this answer:

He was God-like, and had enough God-like powers to adopt a new philosophy:

Because I Can.

[Draz]

After going around manipulating various peoples in this land, he found himself being summoned by a Drugar. This Drugar wanted more power to defeat his neighboring kingdom of Dwarves.

(Hopefully everyone knows that Drugar are to Dwarves like Drow are to Elves. Either that or I am spelling the name wrong. Anyway, back to the plot.)

D.Mon decided to give the Drugar his desired power on one condition that he would decide upon the Drugar's agreement. Of couse the Drugar agreed, for he was a very greedy little fellow.

So D.Mon gave him his powers, and he let the Drugar run around, casting spells that were so magnimous in power he couldn't believe it. The Drugar turned and faced D.Mon, in awe of this daemon's generosity.

That is when D.Mon possesed his body.

Now it's very hard for a god-like creature to inhabit a lesser creature's body, but D.Mon found himself to be capable to possess the body for a few months at the most. Of course, D.Mon had to siphon off his power to his armies, so the body of the Drugar would be able to contain the daemon's spirit, but it was working.

D.Mon found out that this new body he had accquired was really the cheif Shaman, Morteud(Mor*tehd), and had considerable power within the tribe, which is why the concieted little Drugar thought he could summon and control the God-Like prowess of D.Mon. Nomatter. D.Mon was in control now...

D.Mon had his newly found minions give him information about the neighboring tribe and found out that they were a hardy breed that had survived for a milennia, and they hated the Drugar with all of their Dwarven fire.
Which made them a perfect choice to carry out the plan of D.Mon...

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Dwarven Maiden Jarenya was tending her fire, as any sweet Dwarven maiden should. She was the choicest bride among the whole clan, and would only have her choice of a mate. She was thinking of what she could forge for the festival that was coming up soon, when she heard the war horns of the Drugar. She had only heard that sound once before when she was a child, and immediately regressed to that state of fear...

Her body moved instinctually to put out the fire and to move the children that were playing nearby to a protected area. Then she hefted a spear and set out to go slaughter those who were her natural enemies...

She stepped outside, and saw there swathed in a blinding bright light, a Drugar king. She was confounded for the neighboring tribe had no king that she could remember... they were all too cowardly to take up the lead.

It was then that she was run through with the end of a pole axe, and her promising life was cut short.

The King of the Drugar went inside of the cave, and brought out the smallest dwarven child, a girl with fiery red curls and tearful green eyes, and claimed her for his own to keep.

The dwarves were slaughtered by the Drugar that day, and the Drugar celebrated their victory over their long enemies.

The King, after claiming his prize, strode off to the castle. And there his plan laid in wait....

After every few months he would stage a mutiny against the present Drugar King, and thus was able to continuously keep his position and power on this planet...

He raised the daughter of the Dwarven tribe, whom he named Feabia, with the greatest comforts, including a 'weak' Drugar mother, whom he had saved from execution by her own tribe. The Drugar woman merely turned out to be kind to children, and protected them fiercely, because she had lost all of her own. This merely profited D.Mon, for now the girl had a nurse to take care of her and raise her with the Drugar ways, though he was careful to have anyone who met the child to say "Dwarven" or "Dwarf" instead of Drugar, so the child would not turn on her new home.

As the years passed Feabia was taught magic by the new kings, and she presently grew suspicious and curious of these kings who seemed to know exactly where she was in her schooling without any questions asked. Her nurse and tutor of feminine subjects was very kind, and tough but very fair and mostly caring.

Soon Feabia was old enough to be wed, which she was... to the new king, who was one of the only Drugar through history to have been able to grow a beard as full as any Dwarves'.

As it happens they were very happy. ;D

Soon Feabia concieved, and grew heavy with child.

During her labor, she asked the king what he truly was, for it was clear that the same person had inhabited a multitude of kings, all of which before their kingship were completely different. At this point she was dying, and oddly enough D.Mon found himself being attached to the little girl he had saved from the tribe slaughtered so amny years ago, so he told her everything that had happened.

Feabia was, in a word, furious, most of all with herself for being so blind to all of this treachery... SHe ordered to have D.Mon removed from her sight, and asked her nurse to come forward.

She had her nurse write down what she had been told and to hide the document.

The nurse completed Feabia's last wish, for she loved Feabia as she would her own.

And so Feabia died, leaving the child to the whims of the Daemon, and leaving her revenge against this D.Mon to lie in wait.

[Draz]

D.Mon took Faebia's child with him on his later exploits of the Land of Murphy, and after a decade or so, this child proved himself in battle with magic and with his axe.
The child soom became the greatest, (and not just in height, which for a dwarf was monstrous) of all the Dwarven and Drugar Battle Mages, though if you asked either mountain dwelling species why they feared him so, they would tell you it was because of his eyes.

They were dark and mysterious to the first glance, but upon meeting him outside of battle you would see that they never remained the same color for more than a few seconds and that his vision would be more similar to that of a cat or reptile, able to see in any light for miles at a time.

Once you fell into his eyes however, you would never escape for in their depths was pure chaos. It made even the most hearty of any tribe go mad.

Suffice it to say, any woman's heart he conquered never survived for long.

Soon enough, D.Mon thought his offspring to be well enough trained to go out on his own and mold his world to his liking.

D.Mon quietly observed his son from the alterior planes, occasionally giving him advice or assistance when needed.

Unfortunately, the son found battling the various peoples that populated this world too easy and soon after this discovery he left, his new destination unknown to D.Mon.

This of course angered D.Mon, who expected to use his child to further the destruction of the planes, and so D.Mon declared that if he ever met his offspring or any of his futrure generations they would have to contend with Him.
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On the far edge of Murphy's land:

A pair of twins were born. They were fraternal, having been from two different fathers: one the rightful husband of this woman, and the other the soldier that happened to have raped her after slaughtering her husband and pillaging her village, upon the order of the Son of D.Mon.
(will continue later...)

[Draz]

(okay for fifteen minutes, but I'll prolly get more in later.)

The children were respectively girl (father) and boy (rapist). As they grew, both children had shown signs that they were both skilled in magic beyond that of any of the other local children. The surviving villagers rejoiced in their being, for perhaps this would help the realm of Murphy go back to the way it once was prior to D.Mon disrupting everyday life. Of course this news was not a very well kept secret and thusly D.Mon heard of this disaster to his campaign. As you can well guess, he was not pleased.

[Draz]

D. Mon was not pleased.

One day when the two unsuspecting children, with some playfellows of theirs were playing, they happened upon a new section of the forest that they had never seen before, and they decided to venture forth and see what new adventures could await them in such a mysterious place.

After a while of wandering through the underbrush...

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