[center][h1][color=f7941d][b][u]Kalmar[/u][/b][/color][/h1][/center] [hr] Kalmar stood upon the southern tip of Kalgrun, the jungle to his back, as he stared out to sea. His conversation with Orvus had gone... better than expected, he supposed. It hadn't escalated to a fight, but it didn't exactly leave him with any concrete answers either. Kalmar could have sworn that the message had gotten through, that the God of Desolation had realized the God of Hunting was correct. Yet there had been no response. Perhaps, he mused, Orvus knew that he was correct, but did not want to put in the effort of changing or adapting, yet could not admit to such and instead chose to leave and say nothing. A poor choice. Those who could not adapt would die. Kalmar turned away from the sea and began walking inland. He would stop thinking about Orvus for now. At some point he had felt a surge of power, and knew he could create once again, so that was what he would occupy himself with for the time being. In his absence, the continent had been covered with even more forest. That was good. It spared him a great deal of effort. Yet still, something was missing. The continent needed more animals, he decided. Predators, to be specific. Hunters. Ideas were already beginning to take form, and as he crossed from jungle to oak he knew what his first creation would be. [hr] There were wolves in the forest. Hairy four-legged canines that were fast and possessed an excellent sense of smell. They hunted in packs, using teamwork and precision to take down prey. Kalmar intended to replicate almost exactly that, except it would be even bigger, faster, and stronger. And so, the creatures he created were almost identical in appearance... only much larger, approximately twice the size of the average wolf. Their fur came either in black or shades of grey. Their bite could shatter bone, they could creep silently through the trees, their strength and speed could rival a bear's, and their senses were unparalleled on this continent. He would call them direwolves. One creature, as black as the night sky, pounced on him. Kalmar allowed himself to be pinned to the ground. As the wolf attempted to bite his throat out, he reached up and clamped its jaws shut with his hand. Then, he shifted his weight and threw the wolf off of him, before grabbing one of Gardener-feathered arrows and ramming it into the monster's throat. He held it down as it bled out. Then, he peeled off its pelt and wore it as a cloak. [hr] The western part of his continent was rugged and mountainous. Kalmar stood atop one of these mountains and created another species. It would be a winged creature, that possessed the legs of a lion and the torso of an eagle, and was twice the size of the former. Its wings would be swift, its vision would be keen, and its claws would be sharp. Kalmar watched as one descended upon a small deer, ripping into it with claws and then proceeding to feast. A majestic beast indeed. [hr] The northeasten end of the continent was also mountainous. Yet the species Kalmar created here would not be winged. They would be apelike, anywhere from nine to eleven feet in height, with massive, powerful, bulky arms, and covered with thick shaggy fur that protected them in colder climates. They dwelled in the mountains, lumbering down into the forests to hunt, or throwing themselves off of edges to fall down upon helpless prey. Trolls, he would call them. They were immensely strong and durable, but also reckless, hot-tempered, and aggressive. To compensate for this, they could recover from wounds faster - injuries which would take other creatures days to recover from (if they recovered at all) would, if inflicted upon a troll, be gone within an hour. [hr] The Troll, the Griffin, and the Direwolf. These would be the apex species of his continent. At least until more were introduced. But for now, Kalmar was content. The satisfaction would not last, for soon Kalmar would spot a familiar-looking falcon fluttering toward him. [color=f7941d]"Arryn,"[/color] he remarked, concealing his surprise. Arryn was not supposed to be here, yet he was, and Arya was not with him. That did not bode well. [color=f7941d]"What happened?"[/color] Wordlessly, the falcon offered up his memories... [hr] [hider=Summary] Kalmar reflects on his discussion with Orvus, then decides that his continent needs more monsters. He creates three extraordinary-yet-unintelligent species: the Direwolf, the Griffin, and the Troll. After he is finished, Arryn appears, and is about to show him what transpired with Shengshi. [u]Expenses[/u] -1FP (2-1) to create Direwolves - an excessively large and powerful breed of wolves. -1FP (2-1) to create Griffins - a large winged beast with the upper half of an eagle and the lower half of a lion. -1FP (3-2) to create Trolls - powerful apelike creatures with regenerative abilities. [u]Portfolios in Progress[/u] -Fishing (3/5) [b]Remaining MP:[/b] 5 [b]Remaining FP:[/b] 5 [/hider]