[h3][color=#C59401]Arvum[/color][/h3]
The god of cultivation had walked the skies, surveying the lands below for an ideal location. He had choose a portion of land central to the western continent. It was large, and mostly flat. To the south, there was a great wall of salt that was rather hostile to life. He did not think it interfere with his plans. He also had to admit that it did look aesthetically pleasing, even if he did not care for how barren it was. Perhaps that would be resolved later. 

He stood perfectly still in the center of the flat plains. He focused. His skin dimmed as his energy was pulled in the core of his being. In a flash, his skin was radiating brilliant lights extending in all directions. Almost all plant-life caught within the blast withered and fed the soil. Only the plants that grew along its border were spared, but they changed and morphed in accordance to divine will. As the region was being rebirthed, he named it the Eidolon Plains. 

The landscape became dominated by grasses and shrubs, with only a sparse few trees dotting the landscape. Various other plants were also created, including many crop plants. He had created many more varieties of insects than he had created in the molten tunnels, such as bumble-bees and butterflies. He had also shaped many kinds of animals suited for the environment. Of particular note was the horse, an animal that he had grand designs for. 

He granted himself time to explore his newly formed eco-system, finding a suitable location for his next objective. He eventually settled on a region somewhere halfway between the equator and the salt desert, choosing it primarily for its proximity to a pristine lake as well as several other minor calculations. 

There he started to take the form of a mortal. He could not expect his creation to do what he would not. Besides that, briefly setting aside his divinity and tending a patch of land was an appealing notion. Having created animals, he had an innate understanding of them though his understanding of sapient biology was more scarce.

As he was thinking about his form and his farm, he realized that he had yet to decide what he was going to cultivate. The great plains offered many different choices, however he felt the need for something special. It was then his attention turned to his cape, covered in the first life he had created, bathed in molten rock, and imbued with the burst of his divine power that created the plains. There was no more suited reagent to craft into the first crop that he would grow. 

He closed one of his hands together, his cape become barren once more. While he would need to regrow life upon it, that would not be important in the immediate future. He pulled a single blade of grass from the rest and worked on it relentlessly. Eventually, he bore a single grain of divinely empowered barley. Pleased with the result, he clasped his hands together mixing the barley with the remainder of the grass until it had all been converted. He produced a handful of seeds, part of which he threw into the air to populate the plains with mundane variations of his creation. He keep the remaining infused seeds for his project. 

Finding a suitable crop to grow, he started to take mortal form. First, he pulled his cape within himself. Then he shrunk and twisted his divine form into a facsimile of the circular systems of animals, but with a bipedal form in mind. He covered himself with flesh and bone, adjusting it to his practical and aesthetic preferences. He had placed a large tuff of fur over his head to protect it from the sun's radiance. He had considered applying more fur, but he could never get it to look right and thus only lightly coated his form with hair. For ears, he decided to have his come to a slight point. He had experimented with several other aesthetic changes, and settled for small horns jutting from his forehead. He noticed that his skin was rather bare without fur, but that posed little issue. He had intended to use the pelts of other animals for various purposes, and clothing oneself was simply an additional purpose that they could serve. Excited to get started, he conjured his clothing from the ether in the resemblance of animal skins. 

There was one last issue. The form felt rather constricted. While he intended to subdue his divine power, it was not a form that he wished to spend a large amount of time in. He decided to allow an infinitesimal amount of his internal energy to the surface of his body. The eyes were his immediate first choice. While it helped, it was still insufficient. He created special rectangular patches of skin on his chest, right above the back of his hands, and between his knees and feet. As a small portion of his divinity flowed in the region, they became the same golden brown color as his eyes. 

With his mortal guise completed, he started to farm the barley seeds he had set aside. usually it would be a gruesome task to start a farm with nothing but yourself and a handful of seeds, Arvum was not quite aware of the fragilities of mortality. Thus, while he imposed restrictions on himself, he was still strong enough to start plowing his nascent fields with his hands. And thus the First Farm was created. The divinity of the seeds seeped into the ground, bolstered by his attention and care. 

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Arvum looks for a place to carve his mark upon the world, and chooses the central region of the western continent north of the salt desert. He fills the area with his divine power, killing most of the pre-existing plants to reshape it how he pleases, creating a complete eco-system of various plants, insects and animals. He names the region the Eidolon Plains. Particular mention is made of horses being an important part of his future plans. 

He takes the grass from his cloak that was bathed in magma and a burst of his divine power and turns it into barley. He seeds the rest of the plains with barley, while keeping the rest for his own purposes. 

He spends some type choosing a humanoid form, settling on bronze-skin, small horns jutting from his forehead and pointed ears. He also was not completely comfortable fully sealing away his divinity behind mortal form, and thus allowed an infinitesimal portion of his power to flow out from his eyes and rectangular patches of skin he created on himself for this purpose, on his chest, arms and legs. He also realizes that due to lacking fur, a mortal appearing in the manner he did would need to wear animal skins but goes ahead and creates clothing for him.

He held back his strength, but having no baseline for an average human over-shoot by a significant degree. He started plowing the First Farm with his bare hands. From using divinely infused seeds and his attention, it turned into a monument listed in the vigor hider. 
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Starting: 9, Ending: 6

-2 Vigor: Created the primarily grassland ecosystem for the Eidolon Plains, contains many domesticable plants and animals. 
-1 Vigor: Created the monument: The First Farm. A simple-looking field of barley. Food stolen from it provides no nutrient. Those who cultivate the fields and eat its food grow stronger than they otherwise would. 
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