[color=f7941d][center][h2]Kalmar[/h2][/center][/color]
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Without another word, Kalmar climbed onto his crystal, and set off. He had made at least one valuable ally today, he was sure of it, and of the three conversations he had thus far, hers was the only one that had not been tedious.

He went down into the Chthonic region, feeling a pull towards his domain, his sphere. His own territory, all to himself, and whoever he chose to share it with. But he would not fall into a false sense of security. No, one day he would need to defend it. Even in this new universe, there will always be another being that feels compelled to take or destroy what others have.

And so he moved with determination. He would not let another being find a way into his sphere first.

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Eventually, he arrived... to nothing. A vast blue void, of nothing.

Exactly as expected. It was his job to fill it, after all. And it was time to get it work. But...

He wasn't sure where to start. The Architect had given him some understanding of his role and his powers, so he knew how to use them, but the idea that he could forge entire landmasses or environments seemed so surreal that, for a moment, his confidence broke.

Then he pushed the feeling aside. It was doubt that caused prey to stand still while the hunters circled. He would not let doubt rule him.

Kalmar closed his eyes and concentrated, as he considered what to build. He would not do anything excessive, as his powers were not limitless and he may need to scrap his creation if he didn't like his first attempt. So he started out with a simple shape, a circle of rock, and willed it into being to float in the sky. Yet one could fall off such a circle, so he rimmed it with mountains to prevent such a hazard. If his sphere was to hold life, it would need water, so he conjured four rivers which flowed from the corner mountains into a small lake in the middle, and that lake had an even smaller island.

Though it now had water, it was still barren, and that had to change. It needed an ecosystem. So he imagined a forest, but before he willed it into existence, he stopped himself. Different beasts thrived in different climates. As the God of the Hunt, he should have multiple climates, for variety. Diversity is good, Phsytene had said - he agreed with her then and he agreed with her now. The rivers made natural borders, so he turned one quarter of of his world into a forest. The next quarter, he made a sandy desert. After that came a grassy land of fields and hills, before finally concluding with another forest, this one covered in a layer of snow. Each region was given suitable species to inhabit it.

And then he looked upon his creation, and his eyes widened as he fully realized the magnitude of what he just accomplished. It brought a whole new idea to the meaning of power. It didn't matter if you were stronger, or smarter, or faster... if you had the ability to shape entire worlds then few forces could stand against you. To his knowledge, only two dozen beings were capable of matching him.

It should have been thrilling, yet he also felt... disappointed. Where is the satisfaction in hunting prey that stands no chance? What was the purpose of hunting in the first place if you did not need to eat? How could he be a God of the Hunt if the mere state of being a god was enough to render hunting pointless?

[i][color=f7941d]No,[/color][/i] he reminded himself, [color=f7941d][i]Your purpose is no longer just to hunt. It is to maintain the balance of hunting among the life you will create.[/i][/color]

With renewed vigour, he decided it was time to add the finishing touches. He set himself down on the island in the middle and looked around. The mountains offered a sense of security, he realized. He did not wish for creatures to become too comfortable in a realm dedicated to hunting. How could he spice it up?

Then he had an idea.

Closing his eyes and concentrating again, he raised a small forest on the island, and in the center of that forest he built a structure out of wooden logs. He gave the structure two floors and multiple rooms. He was not certain what those rooms would be for, but he would work that out eventually. For now, the main structure was complete, and that was what mattered.

And it was no ordinary structure. The structure and the surrounding forest was a monument.

The effect was rather straightforward, but powerful. At random intervals, the ecosystems would shift. Snow became grassland, forest became snow, desert became forest, grassland became desert. Only the island's climate would remain the same. The intent was to make the inhabitants used to change; they could either move on to the next region, or dig in and adapt to the new ecosystem. Either way, it would prevent them from becoming complacent.

And now he was done, at least for the time being. His power had been drained, but he found himself filled with an immense feeling of pride.

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[hider=Summary]
Kalmar departs from the Architect's hall and finds his sphere. He then proceeds to build it, pretty much exactly as described in his character sheet only without the bridges. The lodge and its surrounding forest on the central island is a monument, which causes the biomes to shift.

[b]Costs incurred:[/b]
-8FP to build the landmass (including mountains and rivers.)
-8FP to build four small ecosystems.
-3MP to construct a monument.

4FP and 2MP remaining.
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