[color=f7941d][h2][b][u]Kalmar[/u][/b][/h2][/color]

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Things happened.

Suns and moons were created and then destroyed. Mountains were flung. Gods clashed, quarreled and schemed. Entire continents were forged and shaped.

And where was the God of the Hunt in all this?

Exploring his sphere. He threw some stones into a river, watching the water splash and ripple. He climbed one of his mountains, standing atop the peak and staring out into the void. He made a sandcastle in the desert, before kicking it over and watching it blow away in the wind. He climbed a tree, only to fall when one of the branches broke. He made a snow angel in the frozen forest. He chased animals through the plains. He even started experimenting, using his magic to invent a weapon, which was essentially a slender curved stick with both ends connected to each other by a tight, flexible string. It could then shoot smaller, sharpened sticks at target. What use did this weapon serve, to someone who could create life and move mountains?

Absolutely none. Yet he was content with his creation nonetheless. He promptly used his new bow to shoot a deer, which he then skinned and made into a vest. Kalmar looked down at his reflection in the water, and decided that it looked good on him.

But he could only spend so much time fawning over his own creations. He had a duty to fulfill. Besides, as beautiful and comfortable as this place was, he knew it would eventually either become dull, or worse, make him complacent. It was for these reasons that he reluctantly left his sphere.

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Kalmar arrived in Galbar, and looked down upon the constructs of the other gods. A few islands and continents had already been made. No doubt the gods who raised them had their own plans for them, and some were already partly covered with mountains and vegetation. He would make his own landmass, he decided.

First, he had to a pick a location. There was a peculiar chain of islands that vaguely resembled an eye. North of that would be a decent location, he decided for no particular reason.

Although his power was limited, Kalmar decided that was no excuse to be stingy. What was the point in creating animals and ecoysystems if there was no land to place them on? At least [i]some[/i] of them would have to invest heavily in continent forging. Kalmar decided that one of those people might as well be him. It would pay off in the long run.

And so, he grit his teeth and focused. The continent he created would have three main 'points.' The land he created would be much larger than his sphere. It would be wide and vast, with a pensinula in the southwest and a bay in the north. He would need plenty of space, he knew.

When he was done, he once again felt as though most of his power had been drained. That was enough building for the time being. He stood upon the barren rock of his new land and waited, wary of any who might try to claim this place for themselves.

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[hider=summary]While the other gods do their thing, Kalmar was exploring his sphere and getting settled in. He invents a bow. Eventually he decides to head over to Galbar and actually start building stuff there. He raises a new continent, expending most of his power once again, and decides to wait until he gets some more.

Expenses:
-1 MP to create a bow.
-1 MP and 24 FP to create a continent.

Remaining MP: 5
Remaining FP: 0[/hider]