[h1][center][color=gold]The Incredible Non Dimensional Impossible Area[/color][/center][/h1]
[h2][sub][center][color=gold]The Great Assembly [/color][/center][/sub][/h2]
[h3][sub][center][color=gold]The Dominion[/color][/center][/sub][/h3]

As the days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years, the Dominion grew. From hundreds, now there were over half a million goblins living in it, not to mention the other races that flocked to its prosperous city. Once the mid-over point in the caverns between Obsidian Edge and Tricity, where Galaxor established the temple of the underground, was empty, but now Obsidian Edge stretched right up to it.

It was a good time for living underground. Food was plentiful, especially after Galaxor improved the Cornucopia to be able to provide twice as much food as before. That, combined with the hunters, fishers, and so on, was more than enough for it to be traded with the dwarven kingdoms and everyone else who wished special food from the Dominion.

Alas, not everything was perfect. Galaxor, the great creator, was silent. He retreated deep within the Library in his private chambers and didn’t get in contact with anyone. Maxima herself pleaded every day for his advice, yet received no answer. This silence was followed by rumours of abandonment from the divine creators, as the other races echoed this absence of divine activity.
And even worse, now reports of disappearances or kidnappings of isolated groups of settlers caused much unrest. Guards, hunters and trackers were sent to find anything about them and came back empty handed each time. Something had to be done. Something to calm the unrest. 

A great assembly was invoked by Maxima. One that would cover the whole of the Dominion. Messagers would be sent left and right to call upon every diamond or obsidian person to list their concerns and receive an answer. 

The day of the assembly dawned with a sense of anticipation that rippled through the entire Dominion. As the hour approached, the coliseum buzzed with activity. Citizens of all races streamed through the grand entrances, filling the rows of stone benches that circled the stage. Goblins, dwarves, and many others chatted with a sense of fear and anticipation in their voices which echoed throughout the space. 

As the coliseum reached its capacity, a series of deep, resonant gongs sounded, signalling the imminent start of the assembly. The hum of conversation began to die down, replaced by an expectant silence. All eyes turned towards the stage, where Maxima would soon address the gathered populace.

Dressed in plain clothing with the Crown of Command upon her head, jewels shining in the light of the touches, Maxima walked forward and climbed upon the make-shift stage. 

“[color=red]Citizens of the Dominion, guests from the other side. I welcome you and I apologise for calling upon everyone on such short notice but your concerns have reached my ears and it is time for them to be addressed.
Before this assembly, I asked your grandmasters to comprise a list of the main issues and here it is. [/color]” she said in a commanding tone as she pulled a parchment. 

“[color=red]First order of business. The disappearance of the divine being and the silence of Galaxor. I, unfortunately, cannot provide you much information regarding this. Everyday I go to talk with our creator but I’ve only been met with silence, same as all the other races have reported with the divine beings but I promise you. No, I SWEAR TO YOU! I swear to you that I will get to the bottom of this and that we will be fine! [/color]” she shouted, her voice full of conviction, making the gathered crowds murmur, a sound not unlike a hundred waterfalls at the same time.

With a flash of light from the jewels of the crown, everyone stopped talking immediately.
 
“[color=red]Second order of business. The disappearances. I have gathered information from all the heads of state that I could contact and I think I have an answer or at least, a few hypotheses. Dark magic might be at play, suggesting that Outer Beasts that Lord Galaxor defeated could be responsible for whisking our people away to unknown places. This aligns with the tales we’ve heard.
The existence of hidden passages or portals, arguing that our settlers might be lured into another plane of existence. Despite extensive searches, there are no signs of struggle or tracks leading away, supporting this unsettling possibility could be another reason.

The gods, in their silence, are testing or punishing us. This theory suggests that those taken are enduring trials in another realm, perhaps beyond our understanding or reach. Now, this hypothesis is the one I wished to dismiss from the get-go as the divines would surely show their great displeasure in different ways but I want you to know that I thought of it too. 

And the last hypothesis. Some say that our settlers have been taken by the Gorilla God, a mythical being said to transport people to a [color=blue]I[/color]ncredible [color=green]N[/color]ether [color=black]D[/color]imensional [color=purple]I[/color]mpossible [color=orange]A[/color]rea. As wild as it sounds, we must consider every possibility, no matter how unlikely.[/color]” she continued, telling all the theories, wild as they were to everyone. Even as a smile appeared on her face as she read the last one. Who’d believe in the existence of “Gorilla God” after all?

Hours of talking soon followed as each and every question was answered by Maxima personally until everyone understood what’s what. Afterwards, search parties were sent once more. This situation would never be put to rest until the settlers were found.
 
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[center][h1][color=yellow]Somewhere on Galbar[/color][/h1][/center]
As dusk settled over a tranquil lake, the sky began to darken, streaks of crimson and gold would be seen as the sun dipped below the horizon. Suddenly, a streak of light tore through the sky, leaving a fiery trail in its wake. The meteor hurtled towards the lake with great speed, its descent lighting up the lake once more.

With a loud crash, the meteor plunged into the heart of the lake, sending plumes of water high into the air. Fish scattered in all directions, propelled into the sky by the force of the impact. They danced in the air, shimmering in the fading light, before splashing back into the water.

And then something happened. A pulse of divine energy rippled out from the impact site, sending shockwaves through the water and the air. The surface of the lake shimmered with an otherworldly glow as the energy coalesced into a swirling vortex of light.
The energy could be felt travelling all over Galbar and calling upon one divine in particular. A word etched into the brain of the divine as soon as the energy reached it.

[center]“[color=gold]Sylia.[/color]”[/center]


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Starting - 23
-3 MP to improve the Corncopia to be able to make extreme amounts of food.
End - 20
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[hider=Summary]
The Gods disappear and goblins do too! Maxima chats with the people and a meteor falls from the sky calling for Sylia.
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