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[h1][color=forestgreen][b][u]Phystene[/u][/b][/color][/h1]
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[h1][color=orange][b][u]Kalmar[/u][/b][/color][/h1]
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After having taken her leave of Atalantia and Pyrdon, Phystene had leasurily wandered the forests of Kalgrun, letting her mind wander as her body did. She would certainly have to keep tabs on her new daughter, but felt confident that simply contacting her every once in awhile would suffice. Atalantia was no fool and had Pyrdon to watch her back, at least on this continent. Of course Pyrdon posed a small problem in and of himself.

He was massive. Massive creatures, unfortunately, required massive amounts of food. And in Pyrdon’s case that food had to be meat. For now he was fine, especially if he wasn’t too active, but Phystene would have to be sure to work quickly to provide him with that food. Thankfully the continent was literally covered in forest, which could be, in a sense, converted into meat. 

And it was with that train of thought that Phystene found herself stepping into an area lacking trees. Or more precisely she had stepped into an area of crushed trees and other plants. She raised an eyebrow as she looked around her, seeing that the area was actually quite large. Stretching out her senses, she could tell that there were other similar such clearings that stretched out in a line. [color=forestgreen]”What the?”[/color]

It was almost as if a large creature, something the size of if not larger than Pyrdon, had been stomping around the place. Had Kalmar made such a creature? Phystene was slightly annoyed by the destruction, but the surrounding forest was already beginning to reclaim the spaces and Phystene’s mere presence was speeding up that process.

The cleared areas were not a concern, but the… -creature?- that had made them certainly made the need for large sources of food more of an immediate concern. It wouldn’t do for the large creatures of the continent to go extinct simply because their creators had failed to provide them with food.

With that in mind Phystene went to work. Simple lizards would form a good basis for what she wanted to create. So, much like with Pyrdon, she took that template and made it larger, much larger. Only the largest of these creatures would rival Pyrdon in size, but their sheer numbers would be enough to keep him and other large creatures fed. Of course it wouldn’t do if these new creatures ate all of the plant life on the continent. There was a simple solution to that, of course. She would just have to make it so that each of these creatures possessed an aura of fertility, much like the Branch of the World Tree possessed. And so she added that to the template she was working with, nodding in contentment with her work before bringing the new creatures to life, sprinkling the continent of Kalgrun with them.

[color=orange]”Phystene,”[/color] Kalmar seemed to appear from nowhere. He emerged from the trees, his aura invisible until now. He glanced up at one of her newest creations. [color=orange]”We need to talk.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]”Kalmar, how good it is to see you.”[/color] Phystene greeted her peer. [color=forestgreen]“What do you think of my latest work? I think these will serve nicely as prey for the large creatures we are sure to make in the future.”[/color] She frowned for a moment before adding [color=forestgreen]“I don’t suppose you would have any good name suggestions for these creatures?”[/color]

Kalmar continued to examine them, stroking his chin. He noted that the forest was beginning to slowly mend itself with their presence. They were more than just prey, he realized. [color=orange]”I’m not sure.... Vitasaurs?”[/color] he said with a shrug.

[color=forestgreen]“That sounds like a good name.”[/color] Phystene said. She couldn’t but help and wonder, drly, if Atalantia would agree with her. She looked at the nearby vitasaur for a moment before shaking her head softly and turning towards Kalmar. [color=forestgreen]“I spoke with Asceal not too long ago. She agreed to support our efforts against Orvus and his kind.”[/color]

[color=orange]”I spoke to her as well,”[/color] Kalmar informed her, before his expression turned grim. [color=orange]”Much has happened since I last saw you, and most of it isn’t good. I don’t know where to start.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“Just go in chronological order then.”[/color]

Once again, Kalmar stroked his chin in thought. He sat down on a nearby boulder. [color=orange]”Well… Orvus has a daughter.”[/color] he decided to open up with. Phystene’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t interrupt Kalmar. [color=orange]”She’s nothing like him, though. Might even be the opposite. He cast her out, didn’t even give her a name. My avatar rescued her, and I named her Arya.”[/color] he shrugged. [color=orange]”I did my best to teach her to avoid her father’s path, and I think I succeeded, but she left.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“I fail to see how Orvus could create anything other than some twisted abomination.”[/color] Phystene commented after a moment. [color=forestgreen]“Are you sure she truly was what you believed her to be?”[/color]

[color=orange]”I was surprised too, and then I looked inside her head. There were no signs of hostility or thoughts of betrayal. Unlike her father, she enjoys creation. If she has any failings, she is naive, hot-tempered, and perhaps a bit too trusting, but she is not her father. If you encounter her, I would request that you don’t hold her father’s actions against her.”[/color] Kalmar advised, his tone guarded.

[color=forestgreen]“I don’t believe that.”[/color] Phystene said flatly. She held a hand up to forestall any argument Kalmar might start. [color=forestgreen]“I’m not saying that you are lying or even incorrect, I just can’t believe Orvus could create such a being. Not without seeing her for myself. It… defies his nature.”[/color] Her gaze shifted towards the sky in thought. [color=forestgreen]“Perhaps Atalantia might be able to shed some light on this for me.... I’ll have to ask her later.”[/color]

[color=orange]”Who is Atalantia?”[/color] Kalmar asked. He noticed a thick broken branch on the ground nearby. He picked it up, then pulled out the knife that Chopstick had given him. He cut off a fist-sized piece, and then began to carve away at it.

[color=forestgreen]“She is [i]my[/i] daughter.”[/color] Phystene answered with a grin that only an overly smug parent could possess. [color=forestgreen]“I realized I needed an advisor, much like Shengshi’s Xiaoli, to help me combat Orvus. Atalantia insists that she is more of a strategists than an advisor, but I honestly don’t understand what the difference is.”[/color]

[color=orange]”So many gods are making children,”[/color] Kalmar noted. [color=orange]”It’s good that you have a second opinion. That’s part of why I made Arryn, though I don’t consider him my child. But back to Orvus… I confronted him not too long ago.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“It is the nature of life to propagate and leave offspring.”[/color] Phystene commented. [color=forestgreen]“And Atalantia is of my blood, but at the same time a fully separate being. It only makes sense to consider her my child.”[/color] She shrugged. [color=forestgreen]“But more importantly: how did this confrontation of yours go? Surely you fared better against Orvus than I.”[/color]

For a moment, Kalmar was silent. When he spoke, it was not to address the more pressing question. [color=orange]”I feel like it loses something when you can snap your fingers and will a being into existence, knowing what it already needs to know…”[/color] he continued whittling. 

[color=orange]”As for Orvus… I half-expected it to come to a fight, but it didn’t. We only talked. I asked him why he wanted to destroy all life. He said it was because he wanted to die. His soul was frayed, and he said he would do the same to everyone else’s soul so they would wish for death just like him. It was madness, so I called him out. I told him that he was making excuses - that he wished to live, and that if he did not change, I would kill him.”[/color] Kalmar shrugged. [color=orange]”I don’t know what effect my words had. He left without saying anything. So we must assume the worst and continue to prepare.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“Of course”[/color] Phystene agreed. [color=forestgreen]“Orvus is mad and nothing the two of us say to him will change that.”[/color] She let out a long sigh. [color=forestgreen]“I just wish I had an inkling as to why the Architect summoned such a being. Does he have some kind of plan or does he simply not care?”[/color] She shook her head slowly. [color=forestgreen]“And so after your confrontation with Orvus what happened next? Is that when you went to speak with Asceal?”[/color]

Once again, Kalmar did not immediately answer the more pressing question. This was not like him. [color=orange]”I wondered that myself. Maybe he did not know what he was summoning. Maybe he chose us based on some quality other than our intentions. Maybe he thought we needed challenges to overcome - and our challenges don’t end with Orvus.”[/color] 

Kalmar turned the piece of wood over in his hand and began whittling the other side. Something was beginning to take shape. [colorr=orange]”While I was talking to Orvus, I had sent Arryn and Arya to explore Dragon’s Foot - I wanted them to learn more about the world beyond what I had told them, and I also wished for them to develop independence. But when they arrived, Shengshi captured them and forced them aboard his ship.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“What? Why?”[/color]

Kalmar began to put more force behind his cuts. [color=orange]”I don’t know. Though he forced them onboard, he still extended a welcome. He kept asking Arya questions, and when my name came up his attitude changed. You might remember that he and I did not get along during that first meeting. He called my teachings wrong, insulted me, and accused Arryn of spying on him. Arryn told him to hold his tongue. Then, Shengshi threatened to kill Arryn if he did not leave. Arryn was ready to attack, but Arya stepped in and offered to serve Shengshi so Arryn could go free. After that, Arryn came back to me and told me what happened. I couldn’t let Shengshi’s threats go unanswered.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“I don’t understand Shengshi. He’s [i]supposed[/i] to be a deity of nature.”[/color] Frustration crept into Phystene’s voice. [color=forestgreen]“Instead he acts like some damned avatar of civilization. I had thought the issues between the two of you were a minor thing, but apparently Shengshi hadn’t seen it that way. So… how did your fight go? I’m guessing you established your dominance over him?”[/color]

[color=orange]”Until Arryn came back to me, I didn’t even know I had any issue with the snake. I don’t understand him either. When I arrived I was furious, and though he tried to dance around the issue, he surrendered quickly enough. He agreed to never again threaten me or my followers, he would never come within sight of Kalgrun without my permission, and he would give Arya her freedom if she wanted it.”[/color]

Kalmar paused, remaining silent for a few seconds, and what he said next came out as somewhat embarrassed. [color=orange]”I had him bow, too. I was petty and I regret it. The other concessions had been enough. After that, Arya found out he had lied to her about something involving her father, so she blew a hole in his ship and left. As for Shengshi… somehow he and I parted ways on friendly terms, I think.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“You have certainly been through a lot my friend.”[/color] Phystene commented after a moment of silence. [color=forestgreen]“Let us hope that the matter between you and Shengshi has been settled once and for all.”[/color] She let out another sigh. [color=forestgreen]“Please tell me you didn’t have any other… run ins with our peers while I was away.”[/color]

Kalmar sighed. [color=orange]”My stories don’t end there. I wish they did, but they don’t. After I resolved the issue with Shengshi, I went to meet Asceal - she had comforted Arryn after he was sent away by Arya, and I think that if not for her, Shengshi might not have been so willing to yield. She told me that some of the other deities - Sartravius, Katharsos, and Melantha - have gone mad. I told her to let me speak with them before she made any rash judgements, and I still need to do that. In the name of our alliance, I also helped her create some creatures that would carry out her will. And I suspect that she has even more difficulty naming things than we do,”[/color] he commented drily.

[color=forestgreen]“I had much the same conversation out our peers with her as well.”[/color] Phystene said. [color=forestgreen]“And to be honest I would take her judgements with a grain of salt. I don’t think she’s trying to mislead us or has any maliciousness in mind, but I feel quite certain that she is using a different set of criteria than you and I do. Melantha, for instance, is by her nature the very opposite of Asceal, yet I am very reluctant to call her evil or insane.”[/color] She shrugged. [color=forestgreen]“Still it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to keep an eye on those deities. Also…”[/color] She let out a long sigh, [color=forestgreen]“I must warn you that Atalantia will almost certainly end up mocking you at some point over your naming sense. She’s already done so to me.”[/color] She stated dryly.

Kalmar gave his small smile. [color=orange]”My thoughts exactly. I’ll need to find a way into the Celestial spheres in order to meet Melantha and Katharsos. Perhaps Asceal has misjudged them, or perhaps not. A question - did you name Atalantia, or did she name herself?”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“She was rather insistent on naming herself.”[/color] Phystene answered dryly. [color=forestgreen]“And she also named Pyrdon before I could give him a name.”[/color]

[color=orange]”This Atalantia shouldn’t be so quick to judge. Pyrdon is fine, but her own name is a mouthful.”[/color] Kalmar said, his tone matching Phystene’s in dryness. [color=orange]”But back to more serious conversation. After that, the next deity I encountered was Chopstick Eyes. She is… strange, and unpredictable. One of her creations got loose, so I helped her recapture it. In return she gave me this knife…”[/color] he paused his carving and held up the Knife of Friendship for Phystene to see, [color=orange]”and although she did not join our alliance, she agreed to help me fight aggressors.”[/color]

Phystene’s eyes latched on to Kalmar’s knife and although she didn’t step back, it was evident that she had to resist the urge to do so. [color=forestgreen]“I don’t trust this Chopstick Eyes. And you shouldn’t either. She is a deity of civilization. Worse yet one of greed. She will stab you in the back the moment it becomes [i]profitable[/i]”[/color] She spoke the word with utter disgust, [color=forestgreen]“to do so. And she won’t shed a single tear as she converts your blood into her wealth.”[/color]

Kalmar raised a surprised eyebrow. His impression of Chopstick had, overall, not been a positive one, yet Phystene spoke of her with loathing. [color=orange]”She did not strike me as reliable, no. I won’t be sharing any plans with her, and I won’t involve her unless for some reason her help becomes absolutely necessary. Anyway, there is another god I must tell you about. Narzhak.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“Wait… is he the one who put a bunch of holes in our forest?”[/color]

[color=orange]”Yes… and more.”[/color] Kalmar said. [color=orange]”He stomped through this area without a care for what was beneath him, not bothering to fly or adopt a smaller form. Then, he found my trolls.”[/color] The Hunter’s tone was bitter. [color=orange]”He changed them. They were already angry, aggressive, and hungry, but he took those traits and drove them into excess. He made them kill for pleasure, and made them unafraid to feast upon their own. Those two things combined may be the death of the entire species. And I was unable to stop any of it - by the time I found him, the damage was already done.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“He’s not still in the region is he? It would be most… unpleasant if he did the same thing to my vitasaurs.”[/color] Her expression turned into a scowl. [color=forestgreen]“What was the point in even doing such a thing to your… trolls you called them? Why would he want to intentionally push a species towards extinction?”[/color]

[color=orange]”He doesn’t think they will go extinct. He thinks he has made them stronger. What he fails to realize is that in order for a species to survive, strength must rest in more than just the individual. Infighting does strengthen the individual, but it weakens the pack. I do not think he thought it through as much as he claims. He does not care for consequences.”[/color] Again, Kalmar sighed. [color=orange]”No, he is not still in the region. He took some of the creatures - ghouls, he called them - for himself, and then left. But he might come back.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“Pyrdon is here now and while he probably isn’t strong enough to hold any deity off on his own, he should be able to buy enough time for either you or I to come back him up.”[/color] Phystene crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against a nearby tree. [color=forestgreen]“Still it would probably be a good idea to come up with some other countermeasures. And we will need to do something about these ghouls. I’m concerned about them causing even greater damage to the ecosystem. I could task Pyrdon with hunting them down, but he’s a bit big to be truly efficient at doing so. And it would be an inelegant solution to the problem anyways.”[/color]

[color=orange]”I have some ideas,”[/color] Kalmar said. He stopped carving, closed his eyes, and focused. For a full minute he was unresponsive. Inside his head, visions flashed. One second he was a direwolf stalking a deer. The next, he was one of Narzhak’s abominations, mauling a troll. After that he was a griffin, carrying a carcass back to its nest. He flipped through countless other perspectives. Then, his eyes opened. [color=orange]”I have just granted myself a new ability. It will allow me to monitor the continent, by seeing through the eyes of any predator. Even if we can’t respond to all incursions, we will at least know that they happened.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“Can you see through Pyrdon’s eyes?”[/color] Phystene asked, leaning forward slightly. [color=forestgreen]”It’d be great to check in on him every once in a while since I tasked him with protecting the continent.”[/color]

[color=orange]”I can try,”[/color] Kalmar answered, then frowned. [color=orange]”Where is he, and what does he look like?”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]”He’s…. A massive lizard with a large head and some feathers. And she shouldn’t be too far away actually. He’s likely with Atalantia at the moment, unless she has decided to leave the continent.”[/color] Phystene paused as an idea occurred to her. She sent a mental message to Pyrdon and was rewarded a moment later with a distant roar. [color=forestgreen]“That was him.”[/color]

Kalmar nodded, and once again he focused. He could sense the presence of multiple beings in that area. The strongest one, he assumed was Pyrdon. He attempted to enter Pyrdon’s mind, and then frowned, as he found himself blocked, as if he was hitting a wall. [color=orange]”I… can’t,”[/color] he spoke aloud. [color=orange]”You made him intelligent? His mind might be too advanced. Tell him to let me in.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“He’s about as intelligent as Atalantia.”[/color] Phystene confirmed. She sent another mental message to Pyrdon before giving Kalmar a nod of her head. [color=forestgreen]“He’ll try to let you in.”[/color]

Kalmar tried again, and this time, succeeded in slipping into the creature’s mind. [color=orange]”It’s working.”[/color] What Pyrdon saw, he saw. It was immediately clear that Pyrdon was a massive beast. His gaze naturally rested well above the treeline, making it all too easy for him to see a few vitasaurs in the distance. Pyrdon gazed at them for a moment before his gaze shifted towards the forest floor, where a being who seemed similar and yet distinctly different to Phystene was waving at Pyrdon, or perhaps she was waving at the being looking through Pyrdon’s eyes.

Kalmar shifted his focus to a nearby bird that was watching Pyrdon, so he could see what the beast actually looked like. [color=orange]”I’m impressed,[/color] he said to Phystene, as he stepped out of the bird’s mind. [color=orange]”He’s a mighty beast.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“As is befitting of my champion.”[/color] Phystene agreed. [color=forestgreen]“He will protect Atalantia and this continent. And I believe he will do so well.”[/color]

[color=orange]”I don’t doubt it. I should create such a creature myself. But first, there is one more thing I must tell you about. Vakk, the God of Speech, and Li’Kalla, the Goddess of Rain.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“Please tell me they didn’t do something insane and destructive as well.”[/color]

[color=orange]”I know only what I heard. Arryn tells me that there is a species of bird going around screaming it to all who can hear. As the story goes, Vakk attacked Li’Kalla. Somehow, he was able to fragment her soul and transform her into a monster. Before I parted ways with Chopstick Eyes, she had said that Li’Kalla was in trouble, and rushed to her aid. Knowing what I know now, I should have went with her.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“Of course. Because its not bad enough that half of our peers have to be destructive and insane. The other half has to be made destructive and insane.”[/color] Phystene brought a hand up to message her now aching forehead. [color=forestgreen]“How… why...  This is getting out of control. I think we need to make a few companions for Pyrdon. Or strengthen him. Or both.”[/color]

[color=orange]”Arryn is searching for Li’Kalla as we speak. I will find out the truth about this, one way or another. But yes, Asceal had the right idea - we need to create creatures to carry out our will. And if that doesn’t work, at least we will have each other to rely on.”[/color] Kalmar rose to his feet. He sheathed the knife and pocketed the half-finished carving. [color=orange]”Shall we begin?”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“Atalantia said much the same thing, though that was specifically about me fighting Orvus. It was why I made Pyrdon in the first place.”[/color] She pushed herself away from her train and walked over to Kalmar. [color=forestgreen]“Do you have any specific ideas in mind?”[/color]

[color=orange]”I do.”[/color] Kalmar nodded. He floated into the air. [color=orange]”Come with me.”[/color] With that, he turned and flew to the southwest.

The minutes passed, and, rather annoyingly, he noticed Phystene was not following him. But he did not wait. The idea had taken root in his head and he wanted to see it carried out. He came upon the lake he had made - the Hunter’s Eye, and flew to the island in the middle, which was now well-forested after so much time had passed. He landed, and briefly he glanced out across the water to see if Phystene had decided to follow him after all.

[color=forestgreen]“So what’s this idea of yours?”[/color] Phystene asked, her voice coming from behind Kalmar. She was leaning against a nearby tree, having materialized behind him as if she had possessed some kind of secret passageway. In a sense she did.

Kalmar was mildly surprised at Phystene’s reappearance, but kept it hidden. [color=orange]”Right now, nothing over the top. Just a larger version of something I have already made.”[/color] He looked out to the lake, extended a hand, and closed his eyes.

A black-coated wolf appeared above the water, indistinguishable from an ordinary direwolf. But then, it began to grow. And grow. And grow. Nearly one hundred meters in length, the wolf stood before them. And it [i]stood.[/i] Its feet rested upon the water as if it was solid ground. The wolf reared its head back and let out a howl that could be heard for miles.

[color=orange]”Fenris, Guardian of the Hunter’s Eye!”[/color] Kalmar proclaimed with pride. [color=orange]”You will protect this island, this lake, the marsh, and the surrounding forest, from those who seek to destroy it. That is your duty!”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“And a fine guardian he is. Though,”[/color] She lowered her voice, [color=forestgreen]“mine is bigger than yours.”[/color] She gave Kalmar a wink to ensure he knew she was joking. Raising her voice she continued [color=forestgreen]“I’m sure Pyrdon will be overjoyed to learn he has a new and powerful comrade.”[/color]

Kalmar smiled back. [color=orange]”There are more important things than size,”[/color] he tried, and failed, to say in a serious tone. [color=orange]”I will not stop with his creation. Meet me in the mountains to the north.”[/color] And with that, Kalmar moved to take flight once more.

Phystene placed a restraining hand on his shoulder. [color=forestgreen]“Do you have a specific location in the mountains in mind or is anywhere in the general region fine?”[/color]

[color=orange]”Anywhere,”[/color] Kalmar answered.

Phystene smiled at him as she literally pulled him into a nearby tree. Their essences hurled towards the mountains in the north at incredible speeds, although quite reduced from what Phystene could have achieved on her own. Seconds later she pulled Kalmar out through another tree and gestured at their new vantage point from the peek of a mountain. [color=forestgreen]“Will this location fit your needs?”[/color]

Kalmar nodded, impressed by her display of power. [color=orange]”Yes.”[/color] And as he had before, he extended a hand into the distance, closed his eyes, and focused.

This time a troll appeared before them, suspended in the air. Not one of Narzhak’s ghouls, but a proper troll. It expanded in size, reaching eighty meters in height, its muscles bulging, and tusks grew from its mouth. Then, Kalmar allowed it to fall. The earth shook from its impact, but the creature was undamaged. It looked up at Kalmar and Phystene, as if awaiting instructions. [color=orange]”Gorm, the Alpha Troll!”[/color] he named it. [color=orange]”You will hunt Narzhak’s monsters, you will shield your kind from their excesses, and you will save your species from extinction. Go forth and do so!”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“Hopefully he’ll prove to be up to the task.”[/color] Phystene said as the alpha troll turned and left. [color=forestgreen]“I’ll have Pyrdon provide what aid he can, of course, but as I stated earlier, he’s not exactly set up to hunt creatures that much smaller than he.”[/color]

[color=orange]”No,”[/color] Kalmar said. [color=orange]”Fenris and Gorm are more localized. Pyrdon must guard where they are not, in order to ensure maximum protection. I will create more at a later date to make it easier for him.”[/color]

[color=forestgreen]“Very well.”[/color] Phystene said after a moment. [color=forestgreen]“I’ll be making other large creatures like Pyrdon in the future as well, but I’m going to wait and see how effective he is at his job first before doing so. Might as well ensure that any future creatures I make are best equipped for their tasks after all.”[/color]

Kalmar nodded. [color=orange]”That would be best.”[/color] He turned to Phystene and then, with that slight smile of his, he extended a hand. She tilted her head to the side slightly before extending her own hand towards his. Kalmar clasped it, and then after a moment he pulled her in and wrapped an arm around her. [color=orange]”Thank you,”[/color] he stated firmly.

[color=forestgreen]“You are most welcome”[/color] She answered, giving his back a light pat. [color=forestgreen]“We nature deities have to stand together after all.”[/color]

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[hider=Summary]
Phystene discovers the wake of destruction left behind by Narzhak. She then creates a new species - large, dinosaur-like creatures that emit an aura of growth and fertility. After she is finished, Kalmar approaches her.

He suggests that he names the new species “Vitasaurs”, because as we have established, they are both bad at names. He then summarizes everything that has happened since he and Phystene last spoke - most of the news being bad. Most notably: he mentions his encounters with Arya, Orvus, Asceal, Shengshi, and Narzhak. He also brings up the story he heard of what happened between Li’Kalla and Vakk. Phystene, in turn, tells him about Atalantia and Pyrdon.

The two then decide to do something. Kalmar gives himself an ability that allows him to see through the eyes of predators in a vast radius. He then goes on to create two monsters - Fenris, a giant wolf, and Gorm, a giant troll. At one point Phystene also shows him her treewalking ability. Satisfied with their work for the day, the two gods decide to wait and see how their existing creations fare before they add anything further.

Creating such powerful creatures, and finding out that he still has an ally he believes he can rely on, greatly lifts Kalmar’s spirits. He offers Phystene a handshake, which he then turns into a hug.
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[hider=Power Summary]
[u]Phystene[/u]
Starting: 3 MP and 6 FP
2 FP for vitasaur (extraordinary but unintelligent species) (enhanced by animal port)
Ended: 3 MP and 4 FP
4 MP towards fertility port

[u]Kalmar[/u]
-1FP (2-1, discounted by Hunting Portfolio) for Fenris, a beast of Phenomenal Power.
-1FP (2-1, discounted by Hunting Portfolio) for Gorm, a beast of Phenomenal Power.
-1MP (3-2, discounted by Hunting Portfolio) for Hunter’s Sight ability.
Ended: 3 MP and 3 FP
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[hider=Kalmar’s Monsters]
Fenris is a gigantic black wolf, one hundred meters in length, and half that in height. He was created with the ability to walk on water. His fangs and claws can pierce stone. Like Kalmar, he also possesses the power to conceal his aura. He tends to roam the area surrounding the Hunter’s Eye.

Gorm is an enormous troll, eighty meters in height, with dark grey fur and a pair of menacing tusks. He can jump hundreds of feet in height, and possesses the same regenerative abilities as the rest of his kind but enhanced to a greater extent. Kalmar has also imbued him with some sort of protection that will make it harder for other gods to tamper with him. Gorm roams the mountains in the northeastern corner of Kalgrun.

Both of these creatures also have Hunter’s Sight, though it as at much smaller range (perhaps ten kilometres or so.)
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[hider=Hunter’s Sight]
Hunter’s Sight is an ability created by Kalmar. Put simply, it grants him access to the senses of all predators within a vast range - enough to cover the entirety of most continents, excluding Atokhekwoi (in which the range would only cover half.) In order to be affected by Hunter’s Sight, the following conditions must apply:
-It must have recently consumed the meat of another creature (some trace of it must still be in its digestive system.)
-It must not have sapient mortal-level intelligence, though this can be bypassed if the person in question offers permission.

This does not grant him any sort of control over the creatures in question. It only allows him to hear, see, smell, and feel what they do.
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