[center][h1][b][color=0054a6]Klaarungraxus[/color][/b][/h1][/center] The seas roiled and shook in great, heaving waves from the Ocean God’s work. The time it had taken had been lost on the dread mind of Klaarungraxus, lost to the wiles of his effort at expanding the oceans in all directions he could. The sun, though baleful and glaring, had its stung lessened by Klaar’s vast growth. Though it would never please him to look upon that terrible orb Klaar had learned to tolerate its presence and praise its absence. So it was that the great, tentacled God of far reaching limbs and deep seated thoughts set to work under the light of both the sun and the moon. It seemed in that harsh time of Galbar’s birth and upbringing that the world shook all over, from sources numerous and awful in scope. There was no doubt about it; the Boar, the Tree, and the Sea were at their work. Soon enough Klaar’s work had come to an acceptable conclusion. Galbar was no longer an unhealthy shade of brown but a blue orb, splotched with brown and the ever growing green. The oceans were deep, carved by Klaar’s own tentacles. Though the Boar had claimed land for itself, Klaar couldn’t spite the creature. Even if Boris had spat insults at Klaar during their first meeting, the Old Growth Below had little interest in pursuing such a rivalry. He had watched with considerable fascination at the lapping of his waters at the edge of those great rocks heaved from the soil by the Boar and he knew in the end the waters would win. Every day the rock of the world was ground down a little more, micrometers of grains pulled free. A pleasing thought, indeed. Klaar swam through the bubbling waters of his home freely, travelling between the zones of that watery world with contentment filling his numerous hearts. It was just as he had remembered, so long ago, when his pool seemed as expansive as the oceans were now. Truly a blissful experience. But despite the spacious tentacle room, something simply wasn’t right. [color=0054a6]”It is empty.”[/color] The words Klaar spoke pushed waves outwards from above and crushed rock below. They were not words as men would speak them in some far and distant future but words formed from the very sounds of the natural world. His body wriggled at the thought as the vastness of his form intoned its first words of Deepspeak, the Holy Vonu. Despite this joyous occasion, sounds of bubbles and gentle white waters and soothing tides, Klaar could not shake the idea. [color=0054a6]”It is empty!”[/color] The gears of that vast, unintelligible mind turned and twisted on one another like some great and poorly made clock. Calculations were made in nanoseconds by tentacle-minds, sent to the overmind at the center of it all to consume, digest, and put into works. How could Klaarungraxus, god of so many long and unpronounceable names, allow such a travesty to continue? It was simple; he could not. The huge shadow cast by the second largest living thing on Galbar flowed across the waters and darkened entire seas with its passing. Bereft of such limitations as his pool had once given him, Klaar had grown to proportions that rivaled islands and matched the growth above the world in mass if not sheer size. His eyes, passing above the surface between huge strokes of his tentacles, eyed the growth above with immense adoration. [color=0054a6]”Bountiful color is needed.”[/color] At the echoing of his tonal proclamation, Klaar’s thick hide darkened and grew bountiful. In a burst of color the waters adjacent to the tropical realm grown by the Tree of Genesis changed in color. No longer did they share the dark blue of the seas but instead a gradient spread out turning the seas of a beautiful, deep cyan. It was not quite green, but Klaar assured himself that the Tree, so high above, saw his efforts and appreciated them. Despite this, Klaar’s tentacles shuddered in disagreement. It was true, the Tree of Genesis would most certainly appreciate the work they had done. Nevertheless, this was simply not what the oceans needed. Klaar ruminated as he dove. A great shelf jutted out before dropping off into the depths below. It was not noticeably vast, no more so than any other piece of undersea terrain that Klaar had built in his near mindless efforts to expand the sea. In fact, it was potentially one of the more bland and visually unappealing places. A simple thrust of rock, flat, that hung not far from the surface off the southern coast of the new continent. It was so close that, if the sun were just right, the shadow of the Tree of Genesis would cover the little shelf. It was perfect for his designs. The substantial girth of Klaar half settled on the edge of the platform, dwarfing it with his size even with half of that most corpulent of masses hanging off the edge into the deep below. What amounted to a head, the top of his bell, leaned in with intense focus as all six eyes focused on a single point. With the precision of a surgeon belied by the size of his limbs, Klaar lowered the tip of one tentacle to the seafloor and then lifted upwards ever so gently. Growing from the point of contact up a total of four centimeters, the first life in the ocean was born. It was magnificent, it was glorious, it was without equal! It was a single blade of seagrass. All across the world the waves crashing against the continents grew large but crashed softly. This joyous occasion was worthy of celebration and song and the great Old Growth of the Deep trumpeted his successes with exuberant fanfare from his tentacles! Huge, monstrously sized tidal waves rose like mountains before crashing like gentle breezes, little more than white water that did nothing more than gently kiss the continent’s edge. Now was a time for bountiful creation! Klaar’s tentacles dragged across the rock surfaces of the seafloor around him, leaving jungles of seagrass in their wake. Soon more tentacles set to work with minds of their own, spawning life of new and ever increasing complexity. Seagrasses changed colors followed by lichens to cover stones. Seaweeds followed, of all shapes and sizes, and soon the depths became a canvas of colors matched only by the Old Growth Above. Greatest of all these sessile creations, beloved in the hearts of many tentacles, was the corals placed by front-right-second-down. They grew slowly and purposefully but blossomed uniquely, no two alike and each more colorful than the last. Klaar would see to it that their homes abounded, that he promised each and every polyp with words of kind-hearted tides and docile foam. From that first place of deep growth Klaar spread forth in all directions. Though it began with simple life, sessile and bound to the ocean floor, soon his numerous tentacles imagined far more fascinating and interesting forms of life. The sprawling forests and jungles and reefs of deep sea flora were soon joined by the smallest of life forms, plankton of uncountable forms. Tiny crustaceans joined them, flitting about the growing world born of the vast god they paid homage to. From all the annihilation of the surface of Galbar, the flooding of its surfaces, life could now be born. The seas would brim with the creations of Klaar, an abundance of beings as tiny or ponderous as Klaar saw fit. The limit of Klaar’s creativity was the reach of his tentacles, and they seemed endless indeed. As Klaar grew the world below the waves in all ways possible, one thought stoked the engines of his passionate hearts. [color=0054a6]”Life must teem.”[/color] [hider=Post Summary] Klaar, having completed the creation of the oceans, enjoys his new fish bowl. Faced with the awareness of how empty his huge confines have become and how inadequate even his vast form is at filling the waters, Klaar sets about discovering what the ocean needs. Observing the Tree of Genesis, Klaar’s equivalent on the surface, Klaar seeks to color the oceans as the Tree colored the continent. The seas would from henceforth be a range of colors between the blue green spectrum. Klaar, realizing his failure in filling the oceans with this simple effort, creates the very first life in the ocean; a blade of seagrass. Glorious. Henceforth, Klaar would set about creating all forms of generic life to fill the oceans with before turning his attentions to more complex and unique life forms. Life must teem. [/hider] [hider=MP Summary] Start 5MP/0DP >Free - Created the different colors of the ocean bound to distance from the continents and proximity to the equator. >Free - Created life forms of all shapes and sizes in Galbar’s oceans (Oceans filled with all generic and mundane flora and fauna one could expect from an ocean.) >Free - Created the first point of growth in Galbar’s oceans, the First Place of Growth Below. End 5MP/0DP [/hider]