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[color=orange][b]Level 2 God of War (Combat)[/b]
15 Might & 4 Free Points[/color]
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Ah, Galbar; what a barren, dull stone it had began, though through the  works of his kindred Kyre watched it transform into something more akin  to a magnificent jewel: the trees and life of Slough gave it the green  luster of a moss agate, the mountains branched out like dendrite, and  the oceans dotted the gem blue like specks of those sightly impurities  that only furthered the stone's unique beauty. Even a god of war can appreciate the beauty of such things, and find comfort in watching such a process unfold.

As he watched the more visible events unfold on the world from his moon, the spread of green as his sister Slough traveled its surface and time passed, and most clearly the creation of an entirely new ocean that dwarfed the one of his sibling, Jvan. All of this he witnessed, and as more changes happened Kyre felt an urge to make his own contribution to the surface of Galbar. And, after many a millennia , he finally decided to fulfill that fated urge. The broken statue moved for the first time in ages, and stood.

Kyre slowly moved from the surface of his moon and turned to it, knowing exactly what he would do when he reached out as though to grab something. His hand curled around nothing and slowly pulled, and as he motioned a piece of the moon broke cleanly away from its whole. As it came close he grew to a titanic size while making all but his gauntlet-clad hand invisible to all but his siblings. Taking the piece in hand, he pointed it towards the planet and proceeded to fly towards it at the speed of a meteor drawn by the gravity. His target was the barren wastes southwest of The White Ocean, between it and the Ironheart Ranges.

As he entered the atmosphere the flames from the friction soon covered the fragment, and all that life in that hemisphere could see was what seemed to be a fireball so bright that some would say it wanted to be a star. And then, it hit the surface. But instead of a cataclysmic wave of fire spreading across the planet and wiping all life off the face of Galbar, the fireball sunk into ground, causing a wave of dirt and stone nearly matching in height the Ironheart Mountains to race from the epicenter. Right as it reached the range and when it began to protrude into The White Ocean, it stopped, just as a gauntlet seemingly melted out of the surface. Out of Galbar it pulled the fragment, blackened and shined to a point rivaling obsidian, in the shape of a unique sword.

Once it was halfway out of the ground, the ground for a good distance around came with it, pulling up a plateau in the center of a ring of mountains. Between the mountains and plateau would be a large valley, into which the snow-capped mountains would feed rivers that would eventually flow out into The White Ocean. Kyre let go, and returned to his normal size as he became visible once more, standing atop the pommel of his creation. The height of the pommel was at a point that that life could survive, but would be hard to reach for most.

From the top of the pommel water flowed out over the pommel, falling out in waterfalls onto the top of the blade, creating a system of falls all the way down to the plateau, and from there to the valley below. The pommel itself contained a massive room, with large openings in the side in place of windows, with the appearance of a spacious, obsidian monk's temple on the inside.

Kyre looked around and observed what he had created, feeling a sense of pride in his work, and glad that there had been no life around when he had done this. It was then that he sensed something, something that shouldn't have been just yet: The ripples of conflict, and the pursuit of combat. He took off, flying through the sky, noting as he passed the sentient life of Hains and Humans, sentience being a requirement for true war. He arrived at the shattered planes, above the space that Vestec had been gathering and growing his army. He watched as they trained, as the horrendous Grot fed, and he knew that theey prepared for war, a war that was not needed or necessary, with knowledge that he had not yet taught to sentient life.

He knew from the energy that was given off who had done this, and Kyre concluded that Vestec had taken it upon himself to spread knowledge that was in his domain, without asking him for permission.

Kyre should have wiped them all out there and then, all it would've taken was a wave of a hand, even a thought. Instead he empowered himself, foreseeing a great and terrible war that would threaten all of Galbar. Before he did anything else, it was time for him to confront his sibling. He raced across Galbar, with the greatest speed even a god could reach.

He found him, Vestec, with Astarte and stopped next to them. He nodded to Astarte, [color=orange]"Astarte, it is nice to see you after such a long time. I would love to talk, but first..."[/color] Kyre looked to Vestec, [color=orange]"Vestec, you have been quite busy, it would seem. I have found what you have been doing. You have taken it upon yourself to teach the concept of war, of combat, to sentient life, when it is my duty to do so. What have you to say for yourself?"[/color]

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Kyre gets a fated urge to create as he watches the changes to Galbar.

Kyre takes a sword-shaped fragment of the moon and drives it into Galbar, creating his first holy site, and subsequently changing the landscape around it.
(10 might spent on Holy Site)

Kyre discovers Vestec's plans, and that he went behind his back to do as he wished.

Kyre confronts Vestec, and also says a friendly hello to Astarte.

-10 MP(Holy Site created)
-4 MP(level up to 3)
1 MP remaining
4 FP remaining
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