“Rusdrin Merryguard.” The dwarf looked upon the creator god with a sense of pride in himself.

“To you, I bestow a miner’s ring. It will hasten your efforts in creating a fortress worthy of your people. To create another dwarf you must take great care to carve them out of stone.” The god nods to the dwarf and turns to the gnome.

“Erbis Furratorimp!” The gnome exclaims his name. “At your service.”

“Of course.” The god looks upon him with love. “For you, I have three blank slates. You will find a use for them with your genuis. I am sure of it. Your clever and your patient so I think creating a mechanical copy of you will blossom into a full-blown gnome.”

“Thank you.” The gnome giddily takes the slates.

The god moves on to the next in line, the orc. He stands with his arms crossed. Looking at the god with anger and disdain.

“You wonder why I made you at all? That is a strange place to be.” The god continues to smile at his creation. “What was your name?”

“Lonzak Scale Hacker.” The orc says as he squints at the god.

The orc has small tusks and tan leathery skin.

“Well, Lonzak, I grant to you the first and only class. You will be a fighter. It is your job to defend civilization from the evil in the world. I trust you the most for you are the most untrusting.” The creator draws a spear in the air as he transfers magic into the orc. “You will make your people from clay and mud, baking a casing, and peeling them out of it.”

“Hmm.” The orc grows more suspicious of the god but relaxes his guard.

“And for you! Last but certainly not least.” The god turns towards the last figure. “What is your name, goblin?”

With blue skin that is covered by white fur, this diminutive race was no familiar-looking goblin. It is unique all in its own right. The goblin’s eyes drift lazily upward to look at the god.

“My name is Krullag. If I refuse your boon will I still be allowed to leave?” The goblin asks.

“Refuse my boon? No, that won’t happen.” The god scoffs. “I offer you a builders wand. You may use it to start the construction of a town. For you spawning more of your kind will be the easiest and the most painful. When pustules on your back absorb water they will grow baby goblins that will burst from your flesh and grow to full size within days.”

“What is wrong with you?” The goblin blinks trying to fully understand his existence.

“Take the boon or leave without any aid.” The god says flatly as his smile disappears.