[center][h1][color=orange][b][u]Kalmar[/u][/b][/color][/h1][/center]

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Atop the tallest mountain in the Frigid Forest, as a blizzard raged around him, Kalmar stared at the metal cage with an expression of befuddlement. Arryn had once again set a task aside in order to do something that the bird decided was more important. 

In this case, at least, Arryn had been right. Narzhak's aura was unmistakable, and there was no doubt that the item was powerful. Arryn's description of it had certainly been alarming. An artifact that gave its wearer immense power as a reward for betraying, murdering, and eating their own kin? No, this could not stand.

But what to do? His recent work had expended much of his effort. The creation of the Jotnar and the Vallamir, as well as the various gifts he had bestowed upon them, had drained him. Right now, he simply lacked the energy.

Still, it wasn't like there was anything he [i]couldn't[/i] do.

For a start, he would take measures to punish whoever would wear such an infernal device. Two curses he placed upon it, ensuring that the wearer would likely freeze to death or be torn apart by wild animals. Then he encased it in a block of ice. Hefting it over his shoulder, he brought it down the mountain, to the Frozen Citadel. As he walked through the courtyard, members of the Forgeguard stared at their god in befuddlement. Duels were stopped, heads turned, and all stopped what they were doing to salute.

Kalmar waved for them to carry on, and brought the block into what the Jotnar called the Forgeguard. There, the weapons and tools were made. Frost Giants were compacting snow into the areas of the moulds that should be the handles, and then filling the blade areas with water, which would soon turn to ice and then be put through the Coldforge. They, too stopped their work to acknowledge their god, but Kalmar waved for them to carry on.

He stopped before the Coldforge itself, pulled it open, and then slid the block of ice in. Then, he waited, a deathly quiet in the room. Minutes passed, but none disturbed him, and eventually the noise resumed as the Jotnar awkwardly returned to their work. 

Only after an hour had gone by did Kalmar finally move once again, pulling the newly coldforged iceblock out, and carrying it outside.

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[color=orange]"Jotnar!"[/color] Kalmar proclaimed before the assembled Forgeguard who had gathered outside, as he dropped the block in the snow in front of him. [color=orange]"This is a cursed artifact,"[/color] he proclaimed, [color=orange]"Created by the Narzhak, God of War. Intended to grant power, at a terrible price. In addition to guarding the Coldforge, your duty is also now to guard this. Do not use it, do not let any outsiders get their hands on it. Keep it hidden, keep it secret, keep it safe, and risk your lives to do so if necessary. Should you surrender it, or try to use it yourself, you will be punished. Am I clear?"[/color]

Glances were exchanged, nervous words were uttered. Ingrid and Wulfgar stepped forward simultaneously. "We'll see it done," they declared, Ingrid's tone eager and Wulfgar's tone grave. Ralof and Asvald gave their assent as well.

[color=orange]"Good,"[/color] Kalmar said with a nod of his own. [color=orange]"I'll leave you to it."[/color]

And with that, the God of the Hunt began to walk away, the crowd parting to allow him through. He exited the keep and began his journey down the mountain slope, leaving the Forgeguard to their new duty.

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Kalmar gets the Goregrasp and thinks about what he should do with it. He places some curses on it, encases it in a block of ice, coldforges it, and then gives it to the Forgeguard to guard.
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[hider=Might Summary]
[u]Kalmar[/u]

[b]Beginning MP:[/b] 0
[b]Beginning FP:[/b] 0

[u]Expenditures[/u]
-1MP (discounted to 0 via Hunting Portfolio) to put a curse on the Goregrasp: those who wear it shall find themselves hunted by wild animals.
-1MP (discounted to 0 via the Cold Portfolio) to put a second curse on the Goregrasp: those who wear it shall feel a bitter chill, limiting the time they can wear it without removing it or seeking additional warmth.

[b]Ending MP:[/b] 0
[b]Ending FP:[/b] 0
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