3000 years is a long time for weven Godly beings, yet Refcaskha found himself content. Throughout the years he had developed closer bonds with his... sisters, and he found himself sll the better for it as his days slogged along.
The world was at peace, and this prosperity had driven even the slower races to new heights. The introduction of mainstream steel had greatly revolutionised the cities of those under Refcaskha's guidance, and Obus was no longer some upstart fledgling land, realying upon sheer surprise to be able to take on their foes. The continent was noe a force to be reckoned with.
As time had passed, the races had known true peace with their neighbours. Sure, there was the minor spat with the Orcs and disagreements with the elves, and Refcaskha had mourned the loss of his... friend, H'Mog, but in general everything had gone well.
Tuaru had already been a large city, but once trade with their dear friends in the mountains and across the sea had opened up and they gained access to the resources there, the grand city and its residents truely flourished. Gold adorned every surface, with grand architecure and artwork everywhere to see. Great towers of marble, gold and silver erupted from the earth, displaying beings that supposedly represented Justice Refcaskha. 'Angels' they called them, however the god himself had yet to actually create any such being. Amid the spires and statues of the town there was the temple at the center. Almost entirely golde, it rose above all other buildings, high into the sky as the head priests governed the nation.
Over time, the Red Priests of Vengeance had slowly dwindled in presence, replaced by their more politcslly minded counterparts. That isn't to say that they stopped existing however. They simply moved to the outer towns and cities, places that now covered the majroity of the forest and grassland of the central Obus island, where crime needed a firmer hand that their white robed partners were unable to provide. The Crimson Knights are the stuff of Legends nowadays, a hidden order of warriors dedicated to preserving the peace of Obus and the world at large that only the finest could hope to be invited to.
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The humans were not the only ones to change, however the Golems were more internal than their expansive buddies. Only a few more mountains had been inhabited, often on the outskirts of the ranges to act as trading posts and access to the resources there. While not as big as Kaubus Citadel, each of these strongholds provided residence to a variety of creatures, including some even from Idain who had arrived in Obus, chasing a better life.
Kaubus citadel had undergone the most change. The already titanic mountain had increased in size as, over the millenia, more and more wings were added to the out and in of it. Advanced machinery was a common among the mountain, with platforms using the heat from the lava and pulley systems to descend deep into the bowels of the earth, towards the Forge Depths where the masted Golem smiths hammered and blasted away, creating masterful pieces of art and war, aided by Golemkind's best friend, the Fire Giant.
Polished stone now decorated the citadel, the smooth tiles a larger improvement than the magicked yet still rough stone floor of ages long past. To the rear of the mountain a large lake of water was kept in place by a damn adrined with the faces of the immortal first Golems that had lived, even to this day as they guided their people.
While the Avatar of Justice and Obsidian Golem had managed to attain their immortality through divine blessing and heavy experimentation of almost unnatainable power respectively, the Golden King had not been so fortunate. Restricted to his throne room, the Golden King sits upon his throne as magicked magma pumps into and out of his body, keeping The Decay at bay, the name the golems gave for when they enter old age. Their bodies begin to flake and rust, until one day they simoly stop completely and the spark of life leaves them.
The citadel was guarded by a variety of new weapons, either created by the Golems or introduced to them. Large ballistae, scorpions alongside variations of the first Flame Wheels guard the walls. Developed all those years ago, the newer flame wheels are smaller now, made of iron and allow Golems to move them with only minor degrees of difficulty. Some spiked and some not, the wheels are held in frames along the walls guarding against incursion. When activated, they spin to a rapid pace, with the defenders using this speed to launch projectiles at high speeds towards whatever targets are available. Should worst come to worst, fhe defenders are ale to unlock the wheels and use it as it was used for the first time, to ram through crowds and eventually go up in an explosion of flame.
But while the majority world was at peace, that did not mean that all of it was. There were those who remembered, and Refcaskha found himself anxious (An odd feeling), as he made his way up towards the spires. He had already talked to his sister Eellae abiut Mutare. Now it was his turn.
It was time to free Paloria.
