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Before the Robloxia we all know today, It was empty. The deity known as the Builderman, created the world. Buildings and ranges crafted from nothing but script. Whole towns, facilities, and even dimensions from pure code. The Builderman had paved the way for a utopia in the making. As this world grew and it was time to introduce the people into their new home, Builderman decided that there must be a way to keep the peace and ensure Robloxia would always be a place of sanctity and creativity, free from destruction and those who wish to use their power for evil. Builderman appointed several mortals to become gods named the Admins, each having their own domain and toolset, or ability to ensure order.
MrDoombringer wielded a banhammer and the power to banish evil from Robloxia and forever contain their soul in the banlands. Clockwork used explosive teapots and a hammer which could be used to distort gravity, rendering exploits useless. Dusek possessed a staff, and more power than explainable. He was possibly one of the most powerful Admins. Then.. there was Telamon.
When he was appointed as an admin, he created the 9 swords and ruled over the Heights. Each sword had a unique power, giving telamon countless abilities. Fire, Venom, Wind, Dark, Light, Ghost, and Ice… were the main powers, along with his original sword and one other. The daemonshank. This sword could raise those who had fallen, once more. Something in its code went wrong and it had to be kept away in the deepest parts of the banlands. If it were to fall into the wrong hands war would wage over and decades of effort would be lost.
Telamon wanted a soldier to fight by his side. With his own blood, the god created a single being in his image. 1x1x1x1. He would train the creation to wield a sword and destroy enemies of Robloxia.