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The Storm Arrives - History of the Thunder Collective

Electric God Zes
So far, we have covered the rise of the Earth Regions, the dominance of the Water Kingdom, and the revenge of the Flame Empire. For millennia, these were the only three factions in the realm of Dreva. Yet that changed when the Flame Empire was driven to find a way to beat the Water Kingdom… at any cost.
I spoke already of how the Lifemold struck by lightning created a new kind of Pikamoon: Electric Pikamoon. Born from the storms, they were an entirely new set of beings. They made almost no sounds, and yet possessed a means of communicating with each other with their minds. Wherever they traveled, storm clouds would follow. Enough Electric Pikamoon together could unleash enough lightning to burn down an entire forest.
Yet the work of the Fire Pikamoon was not done…
As the Flame Empire prepared to unleash their new creation, they were met with a problem. The Electric Pikamoon lacked guidance. Whereas Earth, Water, and Fire Pikamoon had been guided by their Gods, the Electric Pikamoon had no such beings. And although they were surprised by the creation of these new beings, the Fire Gods saw an opportunity.
They gifted instructions to the most trusted members of the Flame Empire. The steps needed to allow a being to become a God. The Fire Gods demanded that a trio of Electric Gods be created. And so, through ancient magics and forbidden rituals, the flames would give birth to new gods.
The first of these, Zes, was a crafty creation. The Fire Gods ordered him made in Tritar’s image, to confuse and terrify the Water Pikamoon. Summa and Orkus would soon join their comrade, and nine Gods became twelve. The Electric Gods immediately set to work. They spoke to their Pikamoon through visions and dreams, promising them a world ruled only by Electric Pikamoon. A world of storms and lightning. But there was work to be done, and it started with a single order:
Destroy the Water Kingdom.
Eager to obey their new masters, the Electric Pikamoon set off. They traveled from the tips of the tallest mountain and surged into Water Kingdom territories. Spurred on by their divine rulers, the Electric Pikamoon struck with a terrifying ferocity. Although the Water Pikamoon were quick to defend, it became apparent they were at a huge disadvantage.
For the first time in history, Water Pikamoon had a weakness.
Despite a desperate effort to defend, with Tritar himself appearing to boost the spirits of Water Pikamoon, it amounted to nothing. Zes also joined the battlefield. Water Pikamoon, believing their God had betrayed them, fled their territories. A thousand year empire, defeated in a few short weeks.
The Electric Pikamoon suggested an alliance with Earth and Fire, communicating through drawings. The Earth Regions did not trust them. After all, they were a creation of the Fire Pikamoon. When it became apparent that the Earth Pikamoon countered the Electric Pikamoon, there was even less of a reason for an alliance. Yet even the Fire Pikamoon weren’t eager to ally with their creation. The Electric Pikamoon had fulfilled their purpose in defeating the Water Kingdom. What use were they now?
And so, unwilling to start yet another conflict, the Earth Regions ordered the Electric Pikamoon into the southwest. They would be permitted to live here but barred from venturing from their territories. A sort of stalemate settled over the lands, as the Flame Empire and Earth Regions secured their old territories. However, they did not push the war further. Not yet. During this time, the Electric Pikamoon would form the Thunder Collective.
Sometimes, Electric Pikamoon are referred to as “Cloud Chasers”, as they built their homes on the tops of mountains. Their home was locked in a perpetual storm almost every day. They would craft strange machines powered by their own bodies, which generated light and heat, even when it was dark and cold. Those who live close to the Thunder Collective even claimed to hear singing on nights when the storms departed.
And now they wait. They wait for the day when battle begins again. When it does, the singing will stop, and they will march once again.