[center][colour=Red][h3]Kirron[/h3][/colour][/center]

He had a direction and none had an apparent interest in stopping him. Kirron hopped effortlessly upon his selected crystal in the Architect's lair and seated himself, back straight and arms sternly crossed. The crystal made its silent way up and out, never stopping and ever accelerating. Kirron's eyes wandered around the dark features of the space around him. Already his siblings were going about their projects. He sniffed idly, or perhaps with purpose. He grumbled all the same.

The crystal had not been given a strong direction, as much as Kirron wished he had one. Whatever modicum of interpretation his transport had appeared to draw him towards the looming orb of water-logged stone in the centre of it all.

[colour=Red][b]"Galbar."[/b][/colour] He thought out loud. The word felt correct in his mouth. He smirked. [colour=Red][b]"As good a place as any to start looking."[/b][/colour]

Weightless silence became a flare of orange heat. The crystal was hardly slowed by its descent into the atmosphere. Kirron's eyes made out the ripples in the endless water as the air got thicker. Without any hurry, he leapt from the crystal and held his knees against his chest. The wind buffeted his ears on the way down, but the sound of his splash was just a fraction louder.

A few moments passed. Kirron's white-haired head emerged from the surface. He looked to his left, to his right. Nothing. He looked up. The fiery streak of an asteroid hurtled across the sky. Kirron grinned with the full length of his shark-like teeth.

[colour=Red][b]"Ha! Having this much fun, are we!?"[/b][/colour] He shouted out to no one. [colour=Red][b]"I'll show you how to [i]really[/i] hurl some earth!"[/b][/colour]

Kirron dunked his head into the water without even a breath. His feet fluked behind him before he kicked his way deeper. He kept going in spite of the water pushing in around him. The heaviness of the ocean was no match for him here, at least at this depth.

Before long, he sensed the sandy floor. He turned himself in the water and landed peacefully on his feet. Bubbles escaped the gaps between his toothy smile as splayed the fingers of his hands. He bent and clutched the sea floor.

The scene looked at first to be ineffectual. For a time Kirron simply stood and stared. Then a stony cracking sound pealed across the ocean, muted only somewhat by the water. Kirron's arms and back grew a more vivid red with enriched godly blood. More rumbling like thunder from the sea floor rang out. After another long time, an impossibly large shard of bedrock lifted in Kirron's grasp. Sand flowed off its rising edge in a curtain stretching off in either direction, disappearing into churning clouds of dusty water. The fissure grew at speed until water rushed in to fill the void underneath. Kirron's beard and hair remained the only part of his body not rushing beneath the stone from the vacuum.

Above the water, a shelf of stone emerged from the surface. Small at first, but quickly growing as if Galbar was peeling itself open. Water rushed off its surface in raging white sheets that shrank into rivers, then streams, and then eddies.

At the source of the movement, Kirron's body looked about ready to burst from exertion. His upper lip was lifted and his eyes wrenched shut in a strained sneer. Up the stone went, rising over his waist, then his chest, then his shoulders, and then up over his head. Finally, pushed to a limit, he shouted a great cry as loud as he could muster. Not even the churning and rushing water drowned him out. One last push, he hurled the earth over his head in one piece.

It was more than a mountain he had pulled out of the ground. The impossible projectile crumbled even before it left Kirron's hands. As it landed, it shook the entire planet. A great rush of debris and waves spread in all directions. The counteracting suction of the hole Kirron left behind caused whirlwinds to storm into existence either side of him. In the chaos, he laughed heartily. He laughed in competition with the noise. He had not won by distance thrown, true, but he had won by the mass of the object hurled.

By the time the world finally calmed from Kirron's recklessness, he stood on the solid ground his stone taken the shape of upon landing. In all the commotion someone had courteously produced a great and warm brightness in the sky. It lit up the fruits of his sport -- for it could not be called labour when it was such an entertaining distraction. He sat one foot up on a rock, leaning his upper body on his knee and looking out at the mess he had created; a land of rubble stretching into the horizon. He smiled.

[colour=Red][b]"Heheh, what's the word for this again?"[/b][/colour] He found it in a second. [colour=Red][b]"Right. Procrastination."[/b][/colour]

He shook his head and chuckled under his breath as he kicked off on a walk further inland.

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Kirron takes his crystal down to Galbar. Seems he's looking for something.

When he lands, he notices the Orvium meteor streaking across the atmosphere.

Throwing stuff looks like fun, so Kirron lifts a massive chunk of rock out of the ground and attempts to throw it. It doesn't go far but it lands pretty nicely, resulting in a small continent being created.

Kirron isn't really concerned about naming it. He continues on his search.
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[i]Before:[/i] Kirron - Blood - 5 MP - 20 FP

[b]-20 MP[/b] Caber tossing a small continent into existence.

[i]After:[/i] Kirron - Blood - 5 MP - 0 FP
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