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Kalmar
&
Parvus





In the southern jungle of Kalgrun, a lone parrot perched atop a tree. It had been one of the birds that had migrated from the Eye of Desolation. Although they had planted their seeds, many remained. This particular parrot was roosting.

A falcon swooped down upon the oblivious parrot, and snatched it with its claws. The smaller bird squawked loudly, but the falcon ignored its pleas and carried away.

Kalmar observed this from a distance, impressed by Arryn’s aptitude for stealth. Arryn soon flew over, landing near his feet, and began to feast upon the caught parrot. Kalmar wondered what the creatures tasted like. He spotted another one in the distance, notched an arrow into his bow, and took aim, but halted when he felt a divine presence nearby.

A divine, wordless voice echoed out, emanating from Parvus’ will, ”Greetings, Kalmar. Do you have a moment.”

Kalmar stopped, lowered his bow, and put away his arrow. ”Parvus,” he said, both aloud and in his mind. ”I do. What is it?”

Parvus approached the hunter god, and start to speak, ”I have been walking across the world, seeding new life. While I intend to create more life here, I also believe we have other matters to discuss. Have you spoken with Phystene?”

Kalmar nodded. ”I have. Is this about the attempt on her life?”

Parvus froze for a moment, before quickly calming himself. ”I must have spoke to her before this attack. I am sorry, I am unaware of this incident.”

”It was Orvus,” Kalmar told him. ”The God of Desolation. As Phystene tells it, he is on a path to destroy all life. We need to stop him.”

There was another pause, but this time he was contemplating. ”This is problematic.” he said, in a cold, cynical manner. ”What do you intend to do?”

”I intend to kill him,” Kalmar stated bluntly. ”Not now, but at some point in the future. In the meantime, I am informing the other gods, and asking them to agree to an alliance. An agreement to defend each other’s creations against Orvus, if he attacks again. Will you join?”

Parvus answered, ”Before I answer, are you fully aware of what happens if Orvus also finds allies?”

”Then the conflict will move on to a larger scale. Which is why we need to form our alliance first. If Orvus finds allies and we aren’t united, they can destroy us individually.” Kalmar answered. ”If we are smart, we can fight back in a way that minimizes casualties and collateral damage.”

Parvus stopped vocalizing, and merely pushed his thoughts from his mind, ”No. You can not. You must realize, if there is a war between gods, then Galbar will burn.”

”It depends on how the war will be fought. And it may be unavoidable. Orvus seeks to destroy all life. You, me, Phystene, and most of the others seek to create it. He will move against us - it’s only a matter of when.”

There was a pause, and Parvus begin to vocalize again, ”You seem to be mistaking my intentions. I am not suggesting we do nothing. I am suggesting we do nothing foolish. If a single god would stand in support against Orvus, then attacking him could bring ruin.” he paused again, ”But there are ways to bleed your enemies without scratching them.”

”Bleeding them will only provoke them into striking back. Even if it kills them in the long term, in the short term they are still a threat. It must be a killing strike. I do not go and fight Orvus right now, because I am waiting for a plan and an opportunity.”

”If you attack him, and he survives, then there will be ruin. If you attack him, he dies, and someone mourns him, then there will be ruin. It is possible that the mere act of killing him could bring ruin. You are correct, if he is aware that we are harming him, it will provoke him. That is why we simply must not be caught.”

”Like an insect that stings and flies away,” Kalmar mused. ”That could work, but I do not believe that deception could be kept up forever. Let’s say I agreed with you: how would we accomplish this?”

”This greatest lies are ones so interwoven into the truth, that is impossible to tell where one begins and the other ends. I would require some time to formulate a proper plan, however I believe we should look to separate Orvus, Galbar, and his source of power, his sphere.”

Kalmar stroked his moustache. ”His sphere is where he is the strongest, and aside from destroying it, I do not know how we could sever his ties to it. If you can find a way, I will help you, but until then I must assume it will come to a fight.”

”Allow me some time to consider the manner, and I insist that you do not do anything brash in meanwhile. And if this to ever work, then Orvus can not know I oppose him. However, there is still the other matter of creating life. This is all for not if there is no life to defend is it. Will you grant me permission to spread my influence over a portion of your land? ”

Kalmar nodded. ”Of course. Insects are vital to any ecosystem. What will you create?”

Parvus considered it for a moment, still uneasy after the previous conversation, ”I am most familiar with the maintenance of wetlands, however I would need a source of fresh water to create one.”

Kalmar nodded. ”There is a river and a lake to the north. I built the lake, and Shengshi built the river, though I do not think Shengshi put much care into its construction.” he shrugged. ”Unless you are willing to build another river, that’s all there is.”

”Then allow me to investigate this water system.” he said, as begin to walk to the north.

Kalmar walked beside him. ”Have you encountered a creature named Hermes?” he asked as they walked.

”No. I believe I have only interacted with a few of the other gods. I am unfamiliar with this Hermes.”

”She is a mortal. Created by K’nell. Intelligent life that isn’t a deity,” Kalmar explained. ”She is still learning of the world. I taught her how to fish. If more like her were to be created, I wonder what they could achieve.”

”You seem unfamiliar with mortals. They pose their own complications, but.” he said, cutting himself off.

”I am unfamiliar with sapient mortals,” Kalmar explained. ”Before I was brought here and granted power, I was incapable of my current level of thought, or this level of communication. I assumed this was unique to gods, but I was wrong.”

”In my previous existence, mortals were commonplace. I. ” he paused, ”Mortal life complicates things, however beauty is found in complication. I would be simple to make a simple ecosystem of grass, rabbits and wolves. However if we did so, we would miss out on the majesty of forests.”

Kalmar nodded. ”Yes, we need diversity. As the first mortal, this Hermes is almost a champion of diversity. She did not seem strong, but she was fast, and her willingness to learn and ask questions implied intelligence. And intelligence is just as necessary for survival as speed or strength.” he paused. ”What more can you tell me of your experience with them?”

”There is a lot to say on the subject, however some of the most important things are that there some mortals with intelligence, but only a short period to learn. This can lead them being fickle and self-absorbed. However, they can also be caring and ingenuitive. ” he paused, ”And if we are not careful, mortals could lead to divine conflicts. If you reach your influence to far over mortals, you may end up hitting another god.”

”Conflicts are an inevitable part of nature,” Kalmar responded. ”So long as these conflicts serve to empower more than they destroy, I do not see a problem.”

”It seems as though you have not yet adapted to your new role as god. Whenever two animals fight, they can barely scrape the ground. Whenever large groups of mortals fight, they can burn forests and salt the land. Whenever gods fight, they can sunder islands. With the added power we draw from our spheres, we could likely shatter continents with our fighting.”

Kalmar’s expression darkened slightly. His ability to adapt, the quality he thrived on and took pride in, was being questioned. ”Conflict does not always need to be violent.” he pointed out. ”And if it does come to violence, then even beings as powerful as us should be able to cause less destruction if we handle it correctly. If I were to fight Orvus, I would do it where we are far from any life, and when he is not expecting it. Or I would take your suggestion and find another way to weaken him.”

Parvus stopped whenever he noticed Kalmar’s face change, and allowed him to finish. He lowered his head slightly, ”I meant no offense. Adapt is the wrong phrasing. I believe adjust would be better suited. You are seeing reality from a perspective, and in a new light, it will obviously take some time for your eyes to adjust.” he said.

Kalmar shifted back to a neutral expression. ”I could say the same to you,” he pointed out. ”Before you came to this world, were you as powerful as you are now?”

”In my previous world, I was a god. However, I was not as powerful. What would take me decades to do now takes me seconds. And yes, I do believe it take time to adjust, which I believe justifies slower, more deliberate action.”

”That tactic has merit,” Kalmar agreed, ”but there are still times where direct action is better. But we’re talking in circles now. We should speak another day, so you can build your swamp,” he suggested.

”That would be wise. I also believe we are close to this river, I am going to go ahead to inspect it closer.” he said, going from a supernaturally fast walk, to a sprint. As soon as he saw the river, he looked disapprovingly and waited for Kalmar.

Kalmar noted the disapproving look. ”Shengshi wanted to call it the Donghe. I thought Easthe was better, but a name is just a name,” he shrugged. ”The lake is to the west. That might be a better place.”

Parvus continued to walk west, ”The river current is way too strong to support a wetland. If I were to create one, it would likely just wash away all of the loose earth into your lake. I would have to completely redo it for it to be a viable location. I am not sure if that could support an ecosystem.”

Kalmar’s expression darkened once again. ”I think it can still support one, but if you turn out to be correct, then that snake’s spite has done more than just create an eyesore.” he grumbled. ”We did not get along when we first met.”

Parvus frowned slightly, before hiding it away, ”I am sorry. I have spoke out of turn. As I said, I am most familiar with wetlands. However, how that I think back to it, I do believe I have heard about ecosystems located along rapids. It is my own lack of understanding which is at fault. Perhaps it would be better if you sent another god to speak to him about the manner. I am unfamiliar with what happened between you two, so I can’t speak further on the matter. ”

”I tried to talk to him about a serious matter. He wasted time on false flattery, so I interrupted him. He then insulted me and took a threatening stance. I told him that if he tried that again I would not stand for it. I do not know why he reacted so strongly in the first place,” he shrugged. ”As a god he should be above those impulses.”

Parvus nodded, ”I see. I believe this is a simple misunderstanding. Etiquette can be important to some people, and by disregarding it you have offend his social position. However, I do believe he handle the situation poorly. It is similar to animal hierarchy, but regrettably more intricate. Perhaps we should be such impulses, but I believe we are not.”

”If it is like animal hierarchy, then giving in to his demands would put him above me,” Kalmar pointed out. ”His reaction to the situation is his own failing, not mine. I won’t hold this specific instance against him, but I will make no concessions.”

”Yes, if you were only recently given sapience, etiquette must be quite a confusing thing. It can be confusing for those who were taught it from a young age. But sometimes small concessions over seemingly pointless things can show a willingness to cooperate. However, I have not meet Shengshi, so I can not speak to his character. But some people will try to exploit even simple kindness. It is a precarious balancing act.”

Kalmar grumbled once again. ”I don’t want anything to do with that. If I have something to say, I will say it. I won’t waste time, and I’ll expect the others to do the same. That should not stand in the way of cooperation. Shengshi must accept that.”

Parvus nodded along, ”That is a perfectly reasonable mindset. However such people can be difficult to work with if you do not meet their arbitrary standards, prehaps you should consider speaking to him through a mediator.”

”I speak for myself,” Kalmar told him as the lake came into view. ”This dispute will be dealt with face to face, if at all. Now ignore my thoughts on the other gods - can I count on you as a friend? Not just against Orvus, or for mutual defense, but in general? Me, you, Phystene. Our responsibilities overlap, so the three of us will need to work together, and you seem to have good judgement.”

”The architect has dictated two simple instructions into me, and so I will do as he requested and sow the world with life. I am more than willing to cooperate to fulfill that will.” he stated, as he walked towards the lake and begin to brush his hands against the ground.

Kalmar nodded, a slight smile on his face. They might not agree on everything, but he felt a certain respect for the insect god. ”Good.”

“Allow me to begin by changing this rocky terrain into something more appropriate for a wetlands.” he said, waiting for a moment before jabbing his injured hand into rocky ground. Green veins extend throughout the ground, and begin to surround the lake, even slightly intruding into it.

The rocks begins to crack and breakdown into mud and clay. While he was doing so, he was also seeding the soil with all manner of insects.

Once the rock turned into soil, he continued to focus and trees, mushrooms, and reeds sprouted from the ground. And then he begin to create more complex life, frogs, salamanders, alligators, turtles, snakes and birds.

Parvus turned to Kalmar, “Is there anything you would like to request.” he stated.

Kalmar looked upon the alligators with an expression of interest. ”No,” he said. ”You say you have more experience with wetlands than me. I won’t upset whatever balance you formed here.”

Parvus took some time to appreciate the wetland he created. He reached out into the mud and grabbed a leech and examined it. ”I do have a selfish request. If you ever do fight Orvus, do not forget what you are fighting over.”

Kalmar nodded. ”Existence itself. Not an easy thing to forget.” He extended a hand toward Parvus.

Parvus paused, ”Do not be so focused on the large things that you ignore the smaller details.” he stated, placing the leech back into the mud before extending his hand.

”The smaller things are what make up the larger things,” Kalmar pointed out, as he gripped Parvus’s hand and shook. ”I will fight to protect their existence as well. I am not shortsighted.”

”If that is all, I believe I should continue my journey. However I will leave you with only last bit of unsolicited advice, conflict can improve us but it can also blind us.”





Kalmar
&
Hermes





The afternoon sun beamed down on the scene, blanketing Kalmar in a sheet of warmth. The God laid happily by a hunting dog and a discarded quiver of arrows, an unstrung bow leaning against the oak tree that’s roots served as his pillow. In the distance he could hear the gentle trickle of a brooke cutting through the endless grasslands, and if his eyes weren’t closed in contentment, he would be witnessing mighty herds of elk running across an infinite stretch of green that eventually met a cloudless blue sky.

It was perfection. Kalmar himself had found satisfaction, his stomach was full and warm with the most recent hunt, as well as the most recent brew. His skin was kissed by the sun, his nose was fancied by the aroma on the winds, and his ears were delighted with the summer buzzings of beetles, and the quaint popping of cloudlings. He cracked an eye open, Cloudlings?

Suddenly Kalmar felt a rush as his true eyes opened, and there he was, right where he had fallen asleep. A tiny cloudling rested on his nose, and in the skies he saw Arryn chasing a blurry figure, who just so happened to be screaming, “AAAAAAAAAH!”

Kalmar growled in annoyance as he rose to his feet, brushing off the creature that had landed on his nose. There was no time to contemplate what he had just experienced, as there was a disturbance in the area. With a frown, he took flight and sped toward it. “Who are you!?” He shouted out to the blurry figure as he came near.

The figured whizzed around Kalmar at a blinding speed before finally stopping all at once right in front of him. The figure turned out to be an alabaster colored woman with a black spiral imprinted on her forehead. She studied Kalmar for a brief second before letting out a big cheshire smile, “I’m Hermes!”

The tiny cloudling from before floated up to the woman and disappeared inside her knotted hair, “and that’s Poppler.”

Kalmar crossed his arms. ”Arryn! To me!” The bird responded immediately, flying close and perching himself on Kalmar’s shoulder. He studied Hermes with some degree of wariness. She had not been present at the Architect’s hall. ”Who created you?” he asked her.

“God made me,” Hermes reached forward with one of her arms, and extended a friendly finger, pointing towards Kalmar’s cheek, “poke?”

”Which god?” Kalmar asked, before he saw the approaching finger and moved back slightly, just out of her reach. ”What are you doing?” he demanded.

“Saying hi,” Hermes answered, “Li’Kal…” she muttered the rest of the name, “taught me.”

Li’Kalla… the rain goddess? And this… ‘poke’ was a way of saying hello? How strange… he had only just been taught that the handshake was the gesture to say hello? That meant there were multiple ways. Why must communication be so needlessly complicated? ”I see,” he said. Then, completely stonefaced, he moved forward and lightly poked Hermes on the cheek.

Hermes smirked and poked Kalmar on his cheek before letting her hand fall back to her sides, “The deed is done.”

”So what brings you here?” Kalmar questioned. He nudged Arryn off his shoulder, and the bird began to fly in circles around the two.

Hermes slowly began to float back down to the ground, “well, I’m out here exploring and experiencing, what are you doing out here?” Her sandals touched the ground below.

Kalmar landed on the ground with her as Arryn circled overhead. ”I built this land,” he explained, gesturing at their surroundings. Then he frowned. ”You did not answer my question. Which god created you?”

Hermes kicked the dirt idly, “K’nell-- I like it. It’s very pretty, but where’s all the grass?”

So her master was K’nell, Kalmar realized. K’nell, the god of dreams… and he had just experienced a dream. He wondered if her appearance here was connected.

Kalmar shrugged. ”I have not created any yet. Some birds planted trees on the southern tip, and Phystene’s aura has caused some grass and flowers to grow, but right now the continent remains mostly barren.”

“Oh,” Hermes kicked the ground, staring at her sandals, “well..” She looked up at Kalmar, “wanna race?”

Kalmar’s eyebrows raised. A race? This was the first proper challenge had received since he arrived here. And from a mortal, no less! He could not bring himself to refuse. ”To where?” he asked her.

Hermes looked around the barren landscape and then shrugged, “the other side?”

”And back,” Kalmar said. He aimed his bow skyward and loosed an arrow. ”We start when the arrow hits the ground.” Then the arrow struck the ground , and Kalmar began to run.

With little warning or fanfare, Hermes suddenly turned into a blur. The wind cracked and a sonic boom erupted around where she stood as she rocketed forward. In mere moments she quickly caught up to Kalmar and zipped past, leaving nothing but dirt, dust and a small scar on the ground in her wake. Kalmar’s falcon, Arryn, followed in pursuit of them both.

Kalmar’s eyebrows raised once more, and he began to redouble his efforts. He had underestimated her. Yet even now as he employed his full speed, she was still somewhat faster than him. Had she been specifically created with speed in mind? But although he appeared to be losing, he did not give in, and continued onward. Perhaps she would tire.

Looking forward, Kalmar noticed something rather odd, instead of slowing down, she seemed to slowly get faster, her entire body a blur of white against the land that now whizzed passed the two. He had spent so much interest in this peculiar lady, that time flew right by and before he knew it, he was spinning on his heel, having reached the coast.

Hermes had stopped at the coast, just as quickly as she had ran, only to turn on her heel, and erupt into her whirlwind sprint, sound clapping behind her. It was at that exact moment that Kalmar’s sharp eyes noticed that after turning, her legs barely moved, and rather it was her sandals that seemed to propel her forward, but before he could study them further she was a blur once again.

So it was the sandals, then? Kalmar would have to ask about that when they stopped, but obviously now was not the time. He continued the race, the land continuing to zip by, until finally the lake once again came within sight. As Kalmar reached the finish, the dust was clearing and there stood a smiling Hermes, “I liked it!”

Kalmar nodded. To lose to a mortal, when he himself was a god… he couldn’t help but feel as though his pride was wounded, but that was no reason not to accept defeat gracefully. ”And how fast can you run without this sandals?” he asked her.

“I don’t know, I never take them off,” Hermes cheerfully replied, “God gave them to me.”

”Why do you call him God?” Kalmar questioned. ”That almost makes it sound like you believe he is the only god.”

Hermes shrugged, “I dunno -- because he loves me, he loves all his creations, and I love him for lovin’ me.”

“What do you call the person who made you?” Hermes pondered, reaching in her hair in search of Poppler.

Kalmar shrugged. ”The people who made me were my mother and my father. The one who brought me here was the Architect. Though I suppose what you call your own creator is up to either you or him.”

Hermes plopped onto the ground and looked up at Kalmar, squinting past the glare of Heliopolis, “I like that idea.”

She paused, “but-- but could you tell me about mother and father and the Architect?”

Kalmar blinked in surprise, and thought carefully about how he should choose his next words. ”With most species, two creatures, male and female, come together and create another life, which carries on their traits. The male is the father, the female is the mother. They then protect this new creature and teach it to provide for itself, so it can survive when they are gone.” He said, hoping that was sufficient to answer the first part of her question.

”The Architect is different. I know little about him, other than that he created the very basics of this world. He brought us here - me, your master, Li’Kalla, Phystene, and all the other gods, so that we could build the rest for him. He is the source of most of our power, and the strongest being in this world.”

Hermes pondered all the new information closely, “so your mother and father, your makers, are in a different place because the architect moved you? We can go see them, I can run really fast -- OH! Do you see them when you sleep?”

”No. They died long before I came here, and I barely remember what they look like.” Kalmar said without emotion.

The mortal squirmed in place for a while, “what’s… died?”

Kalmar’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. Had her creator truly made her so ignorant about the world, and the natural cycle of life? Had K’nell hoped to spare her the moment of realization, or did he simply not care? One scenario was foolish, while the other was careless, and Kalmar was not sure which was worse.

”’Died’ means they have stopped living,” he told her. ”All living things eventually die. You, me, your creator, the Architect… there will come a day when we all die. But we must resist this fact, and continue living. If we all lay down and accept our fates, there will be no life, only nothing - stagnation.” He spoke the last word with distaste.

“Oh! I know that,” Hermes lit up, “it’s my purpose to live, to experience. I’m very much alive and experiencing, and I like it.”

She pursed her lips and looked off to the side and then back at Kalmar, “do you want to do something?”

Kalmar shrugged. ”Do you know how to hunt?”

“I don’t even know what that is,” Hermes grinned, “let’s do it!”

”Zzt!”

”Hunting is when you track and kill another animal for food. For most creatures, it is a necessary part of survival.” Kalmar told her, before looking around. There was very little to hunt, in truth. There were some birds to the south, and some fish in the lake. There might be creatures in the other lands, and he knew there were animals back on his Hunting Grounds, but those would all take time to travel to. The lake was closest. ”We will hunt fish.”

And with that he took flight, gesturing for her to follow. He flew over to the island in the middle of his lake, landed, and he stared out at the clear water, thinking. Then, he focused, and conjured forth an artifact.

It was a spear. A strong but light wooden shaft, with a thin yet sharp tip of white bone. Its special quality was that it would not be slowed or obstructed by liquid, and would not create a splash. In short; it faced absolutely no resistance from water.

”If we are to hunt fish, it seems to me that this will be the best method. The alternative is to use our hands,” he explained as he stepped toward the edge of the island. Unlike the shores of the lake, there were no shallows surrounding the island, so he did not even need to step into the water. He stared down at the clear water, staring intently at one of the fish. When it came close enough, he thrust the spear downward, impaling it, and pulled it out. Due to the spear’s enchantment, there was virtually no disturbance.

Kalmar looked upon the fish at the end of his spear, still wriggling for life. It was maybe six or seven inches in length. ”When you kill an animal, it must be eaten or used in some way,” he told her, as he pulled the fish off the spear. He tossed it into the air, and Arryn swooped down to grab it, catching it before it even hit the ground. Arryn then landed with the fish, and began to rapidly peck away at it. ”Otherwise, the animal dies for nothing.”

Kalmar handed Hermes the spear. ”Try to repeat what I just did.”

Hermes took the spear, her brow furrowed. She looked at the water as Poppler began to spin around her. She looked back at Kalmar, then the spear, then the water, then Kalmar, then Poppler, then back at the water. A fish swam by her and she plunged the spear into the water, her eyes closing at the last second. Slowly she pulled the spear back out, her eyes closed but being able to feel something wriggling on the far end of the tool. Hermes was breathing heavily.

“I did it.” She announced, her eyes still closed as she held out the spear to Kalmar.

”Well done,” Kalmar said as he took the spear and examined the fish at the end of it. It was roughly the same size as the one he had caught. He pulled the fish off and then handed it back to her, along with the spear. You can keep the spear,” he told her. ”Consider it a reward for besting me in the race. And remember: do not let the fish go to waste.”

Arryn, who had rapidly devoured the first fish and yet somehow still seemed to have room for more, looked up at the second fish hungrily.

Hermes opened her eyes and smiled wide, “I won't!” She paused and then suddenly poked Kalmar's cheek with her free hand, “thank you.”

Kalmar nodded once again. ”It is my duty to teach mortals to hunt, and to ensure they will have the means to do so. You may be on your way… although…” he paused. ”I leave you with a warning. Some gods are not so constructive. There are some who may seek only to destroy. If you meet a god named Orvus, it would be best to avoid him.”

Hermes listened carefully, nodding along, “I will, I'll be careful.”

She held up the spear, “and I'll never waste a fish.”







Kalmar





Hmm...

How disappointing, was what Kalmar thought, as he stood before the end of the river.

Shengshi had done a sloppy job when constructing it. It seemed to Kalmar as if very little effort had been put into it, as though the lizard had just sawed straight through and decided that the job was done. Was that out of spite - in retaliation for the warning Kalmar had issued? It had to be deliberate, for Kalmar had seen another river and it was not so crude. If it was, the snake was even more of a fool than Kalmar had already imagined. After all, the warning had been completely fair given Shengshi's earlier actions, and if a bruised ego prevented a god from fulfilling their task to the best of their ability, then perhaps they did not deserve their godhood. Perhaps.

Still, insufferable or no, Shengshi was not a threat to all life unlike a certain other deity, and therefore Kalmar saw no reason to deliberately start needless conflict over such a petty issue. The river was still an eyesore to look at, however. Kalmar had decided to continue calling it Easthe. Shengshi seemed to think the name was ugly. Fine - an ugly name for an ugly river created by an ugly man.

Kalmar pushed the lizard from his thoughts, and temporarily forgot about him. He had to continue creating. His role was to create predators. Yet predators needed prey, prey needed plants, and plants needed water. If given time, plants would sprout around water and the rest would soon follow. Thus, the solution was to add more water. He would add to the river with a lake.

Alas, the lake could not be overly large, for he had so little power left. But the size meant it did not take much time or effort. It was roughly circular in shape, though not perfectly, of course, and populated by various species of fish. He left an island in the middle which he stood upon when it was completed. It was almost like the lake he had created back in his sphere, he realized. And it vaguely resembled an eye. The Hunter's Eye, he would call it.

He lied down, and stared up at Galbar's sky. He could use some relaxation, he realized. Yet, he could not grow complacent, lest another god sneak up on him. Then he recalled Xiaoli, Shengshi's... servant? Something like that could be useful to him, he realized. He sat up, and decided to create one for himself.

His creation would be a bird, with a wingspan of a little over four feet. It had brown feathers speckled with red, along with razor sharp yellow claws and a pointy beak. He liked the look of it, and decided he would create other similar birds at some point. They wouldn't be as powerful, of course, but their appearance would be just as graceful. He would call them falcons. The species, of course, not this particular bird. This bird would be called... Arryn.

"I name you Arryn," Kalmar informed the bird. "Serve me well, and be treated well." The bird nodded in understanding. "Your first task, Arryn, is to keep watch while I rest. And alert me, if anything approaches." He instructed.

"Kak! Kak!" the falcon cawed out, and Kalmar heard a telepathic voice inside his head say Yes, master. Arryn took flight, moving at an astounding speed as he repeatedly circled the island, before slowing down to a more reasonable speed that allowed it to better keep track of its surroundings.

Kalmar lied back on the ground, watching his new avatar circle overhead as the clouds passed by. He did not know how long he lay there, but he found it quite relaxing. He closed his eyes, and eventually drifted off to sleep...






Kalmar
&
Phystene
&
Shengshi





The continent came into view. In that moment Kalmar realized he had yet to actually name it anything. He felt as though it needed a name. But what? Although he was willing to share ownership of it, it was he who created it, so if it belonged to anyone, it should be his. Kalmar’s Land? Kalmar’s Ground? Kalground? “I will call it Kalgrun,” he said aloud, to no one in particular.

Yet as he drew closer, he noticed something strange. There was another divine presence nearby, but that wasn’t what immediately stood out.

Strange, peculiar, colourful birds busied around the sky and on the ground. And plants were beginning to sprout - he had not been gone for so long. It seemed as though another god had already interfered in his absence, though interfere was used in the loosest sense, as he was not immediately opposed to this particular change. Indeed, they seemed to be doing a portion of the work for him.

”They do not seem harmful,” he said aloud, referring to the birds. ”Though I wonder who brought them here in my absence…” He came to a stop midflight and turned to toward Phystene, to hear her own opinion on the matter.

“Azura perhaps?” Phystene asked, she had been running on the water and now simply stood on the ocean as if it was solid ground, swaying gently as the ocean moved beneath her. “Wind goddess. Flying birds. Seems to fit. Regardless I wouldn’t be concerned about them. In my… original world birds were very important to the ecosystem. Many helped spread the seeds of plants and kills pests.” She shrugged. “That’s assuming they weren’t created specifically by some malicious deity of course.”

”Another deity is nearby,” Kalmar pointed out, looking out at the distant horizon. “They could be responsible. We should go see.” He resumed his flight, speeding inland and dodging around birds of various colour, until at last the newcomer came into clear view.

Phystene followed without comment, her attention more on the freshly grown plant life than on the other deity. As they made landfall and began moving inland, Phystene let her power flow free. Where she stepped, flowers grew and bloomed. The nearby plants grew quicker, larger. For all the damage her fight with Orvus had caused, it had also made her stronger, more whole. She smiled at the life surrounding her, slowly shifting her gaze to the deity they were now approaching.

“What brings you here?” Kalmar asked, landing on the ground.

In front of the two deities was a colossal ship, floating on a large, constantly spinning circle of water. Phystene recognised it well, and could not help but scowl. For a moment, there was no response. There was merely a gentle clanking of metal and some loud noises from within the hull, followed by unintelligible bickering. The bickering slowly ascended the inside of the hull until it emerged atop the deck, taking on a somewhat more intelligible form.

“... and I am just saying, my lord, there really is no need to always ask people for a dri-!” The young girl trailed her master, who seemed to be carrying some containers, and tried to grab him.

“Stop speaking such nonsense, Xiaoli. This is the basest of expectations for a host!” Shengshi poked his head over the edge of the deck and spotted the two gods on the ground. “Ah! In the Architect’s name, I greet the both of you! Phystene, what a pleasure it is to see you again! I hope you have been well since our last meeting.” He turned to Kalmar. “And-...” He poked his chin in thought and dug around in his memories. “I want to say… Kalmor?”

”Kalmar,” the God of the Hunt corrected, but he said no more. Instead he turned toward Phystene, deciding that it would be best if she spoke next.

“Well Orvus tried to kill me and proclaimed his intent to kill all us nature deities.” She reported in a deadpan voice. “So fairly well all things considered.”

Shengshi’s face grew white as chalk. He dropped the bottles he were holding and covered his face with a hand, turning away. A moment passed before turning back. “Dearest, mightiest brother Kalmar, I am so utterly, terribly sorry for my mispronunciation of your glo-”
”Enough,” Kalmar cut him off. ”What is this... thing?” he gestured toward the ship with a puzzled expression.

The snake’s face formed a curt sneer. He put on a slightly more prideful tone and gestured to the many facets and ornaments aboard the ship. “Well, brother, since you are so veryeager to know… This... Is the Jiangzhou, my holy vessel, my magnum opus, and most glorious piece of work!” Xiaoli pouted quietly. The snake paid her no mind. “Impervious to damage from all elements underneath Heliopolis, ‘tis a piece of the most capable and intricate craftsmanship unseen throughout creation - and, if I may be so arrogant to assume, it will forever remain so!” He let out a proud laughter and placed his arms back on the railing, his lips curling into a cheeky smile.

Kalmar almost wished he hadn’t asked. Still, he had probably learned… something that might be useful, maybe. He looked at Shengshi’s companion - sapient life, capable of communication… and it wasn’t a god? Now that was interesting. ”I see,” he said flatly.

“And it floats” Phystene by this point had fully turned her back to the disgustingly metallic vessel and was crouched down, looking at a flower. She idly sent some of her power into the flower, its petals shifting through several colors as she gave it thorns, then removed them after a moment.

”Anyway,” Kalmar began, deciding to turn the conversation toward a more serious matter. ”Not long ago, Orvus tried to kill Phystene. If not stopped, he will try to destroy everything. Me, you, those birds, those flowers, your companion… even your ‘vessel.’” He paused, to let the severity of the situation sink in. ”If you agree to stand with us when Orvus attacks again, we will do the same for you.”

The snake pulled pensively at his beard, perhaps for a little longer than necessary for effect. After a moment longer, he paused his hair-plucking and gave Kalmar a raised eyebrow.

“This is the same god who tossed that giant rock at the planet, correct?” he asked him.

Kalmar shrugged. ”I don’t know. I wasn’t there.” He looked toward Phystene, as if she might know the answer. Shengshi raised a clawed hand. “No need to confirm it. My dearest sister Phystene does not strike me as the untruthful sort.” He gave the plant goddess a reptilian wink.

Phystene looked over her shoulder and answered Shengishi’s wink with a warm smile. “I don’t know who is responsible for all the rocks being thrown about or if its even just a single deity, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Orvus was responsible for at least one of them.” She let out a soft sigh. “I would be hard pressed to find a being so… broken as he. I suspect you won’t be able to truly understand what I mean till you encounter him yourself.”

“From the way you have described him, he strikes me as the sort I would rather -not- encounter.” He let out a soft hiss, complemented by a flick of his forked tongue. “So… It is an alliance you seek?” He feigned a pensive look and gave Kalmar another draconian sneer. “Pardon me for a moment.” The snake turned and guided Xiaoli away from the railing, followed by hushed whispers and the occasional hiss.

Kalmar answered the lizard’s sneer with a glare. ”Is he always like this?” he quietly asked Phystene once Shengshi had turned away.

“He was much more amiable when I last spoke to him” Phystene commented, still intently focused on her flower and not Shengshi’s golden ship. “He was incredibly so in fact.” She cocked her head to the side. “Maybe he lost his wine.”

“Fine! Fine…” The whispering came to an end and the snake made his way over to the railing again. He cleared his throat and noticed Phystene seemingly being more busy playing with flowers than paying attention to the conversation. He took a deep breath, held it for a spell, and let it out in the form of a sigh. Xiaoli stood next to him with her fingers crossed, eyes squeezed shut and what seemed to be a prayer on her lips.

“I have come…” He paused for dramatic effect. “... To a decision.” He shot Xiaoli a look, which she returned with an encouraging nod. He turned back to his impatient siblings. “This request for your brother’s allegiance is a humbling one, certainly - it is my deepest honour to be wanted among such an exalted group such as yourselves.” He slithered back slightly and took a bow. “I will graciously accept…” Xiaoli let out a sigh of relief. “...Upon the fulfillment of one, simple condition - one specifically relating to my dearest brother Kalmar, the tracker saint - holy lord of the hunting grounds.” The snake pointed a clawed, scaly finger at the hunter god. There was an audible gasp for air from behind him as Xiaoli went back to her silent prayer.

Kalmar listened to the snake’s flattery with mild irritation. He did not mind being praised, but he had done nothing to actually earn such compliments, and thus he viewed it as insincere. Still, this time he did a better job of hiding his annoyance. ”What is it?” He asked warily. It was a fair deal as is. Why did this lizard think he was in a position to make demands?

“All I ask is a mere bond built upon respect. I shall submit my allegiance to your alliance…” The snake’s black-ringed eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit-pupiled scowl. The fins along the god’s scaled back, arms and tail sharpened into quills; he pulled his lips back over his fangs; the water that supported the ship from below began to foam and boil with primordial fury.

“In return, you shall never. Interrupt me. Again.” He licked at the air in Kalmar’s direction. “Are we in agreement?”

”No.” Kalmar glared back. ”That agreement gives you the power to render me eternally mute; all you would have to do is never stop talking.” Which shouldn’t be too difficult for you… he thought to himself. ”The deal was fair as it was.”

Shengshi raised a long, black brow and snickered. “My, you truly are a god of nature - such a simple understanding of context.” Xiaoli poked gently at the snake and voiced a quiet “pushing it”; Shengshi proceeded to push her away. “I was merely alluding to you interrupting me in the middle of an apology earlier. A small matter to some; a grievous transgression to others.” He hissed yet again and grinned smugly downwards at the hunter. “It is in such cases that I would rather finish my thoughts - cases of emergency are naturally different.” His menacing expression faded. The snake jumped down from the ship and he extended an inviting hand. “How does this amended proposal sound?”

”Fine,” Kalmar grumbled. Let the snake have the insignificant victory, he reasoned. His support was what they needed. He glanced down at the extended hand, his expression one of mild puzzlement. This was the second time somebody did that - what did it mean? He looked back up at Shengshi as if expecting him to say something else.

“You are supposed to shake my hand. It is a sign of good faith,” the snake said softly. His demeanor had completely flipped: All that was on the snake’s lips was a wide, warm smile; his eyes were relaxed and round-pupilled; his voice carried the sweet notes of peace and patience.

So that was what it was? That made sense, Kalmar supposed. The fact that the gesture required an open palm showed that neither party was carrying a weapon, and the close proximity required by such an act would also give both participants the opportunity to size up the other up and observe their body language, to help determine their intent. Now that he thought about it, it was almost ingenious - if not for the main flaw: that it allowed both parties to keep their other hand concealed. Still, it wasn’t a bad idea.

And so, Kalmar reached forward, grabbed the lizard’s hand, gripped it tight, and vigorously yet unenthusiastically shook.

“Excellent!” Phystene proclaimed as she jumped to her feet and clapped her hands once. She turned towards her two peers and, with a warm smile on her face, placed both of her hands on top of their clasped hands. “I am glad we could all come to an agreement.” She was quiet for a few seconds, letting the moment sink in, before asking “Would you care to introduce us to your companion Shengshi? I don’t remember seeing her at the Architect’s.”

“Naturally!” Shengshi said. He turned and got a quarter way into yelling, “Xiaoli, come down, please,” before he looked up to see Xiaoli already making her way down the side of the hull. Despite no claws, she held onto the wooden planks with a steady grip. Upon arriving at the ground, the girl knelt down on both her knees before the gods, extended her arms forward on the ground and placed her forehead on the back of her hands.

“Glorious divines, this servant of yours is beyond humbled to stand before you,” she said, not breaking her kowtow. “This servant is named Xiaoli, advisor to the Lord of the Thousand Streams, Shengshi.” Then, she finally raised her head, got to her feet and bowed. “This servant is born of divine blood, but pales in both power and holiness next to your sacred beings. My mission is to counsel His Lordship about moral issues and to be His Lordship’s voice of reason. This servant will likewise gladly offer my services to anyone else who may wish for them.” Then, finally, she raised herself again so she stood straight, a soft smile on her lips.

”I see…” Kalmar said, not quite understanding. Why did he need another being to serve as his voice of reason? That implied that Shengshi was not reasonable himself… which had already been implied earlier in the conversation, in truth. But actually saying such seemed like an admission of weakness. He turned back to Shengshi. ”You did not answer my first question - what brought you here?”

The snake nodded. “A most excellent question, dear brother. You see, I had a dream - a dream that, among other things…” He shuddered slightly. “... Revealed to me the existence of this continent. A simple trail of thought led me to the conclusion that, a land as barren as this one, would be in dire need of some rivers for life to flock around.” He patted the hull of his ship. “Therefore, I came over.”

Kalmar nodded back. That made sense - rivers would indeed be necessary. ”When do you plan to start building?”

The snake hummed pensively for a spell, then looked up at the sky to observe the position of Heliopolis.

“Right away, I suppose.” He looked around for a horizon, but the continent was a lot larger than the Dragon’s Foot, especially from where he was standing.

“Would you like it to go any specific direction? Wait, I already know. I am really feeling like making a river running eastward. Yes… One rivalling Nanhe in size! No, wait, perhaps not. They get a little problematic when they get so large… Also, it would need a name.” He snapped his fingers repeatedly in the direction of Xiaoli. “What, uhm, what should we call a river running eastwards?”

“Donghe, my lord?” Xiaoli proposed patiently. The snake snapped one final snap and nodded. “Perfect. So yes, wherever the two of you are ready, my adorable companion Xiaoli and I will commence.” He smiled at his two siblings.

”Do it,” Kalmar said, wanting the lizard to get on with it. Why couldn’t he name it after it was created? It didn’t matter much either way, but the condescending tone and arrogant demeanor was getting on his nerves, even more so than the false flattery.

“Any preferences, dearest sister?” he repeated and winked playfully at Phystene, placing a clawed finger on one edge of his mouth which itself curled into a small smile.

“It is a pleasure to meet you” Phystene whispered to to Xialoi, giving her shoulder a light squeeze, before answering Shengshi’s question. “Donghe sounds like an excellent name, though I’ll admit I have no talent for naming things myself, so perhaps my opinion on the matter should be taken with a grain of salt. Naming aside…” Phystene looked at both Kalmar and Shengshi, her lips forming a frown of thought. “Might I suggest Donghe be a large river? Perhaps one that feed numerous smaller rivers that can in turn spread water throughout the whole continent?” She turned to Kalmar. “Are there any large mountain ranges here that can supply the snow necessary to feed such a water system?”

”No,” Kalmar admitted, ”but we could make some.” He cast his gaze to the northwest. ”Somewhere in that direction would be best.” He swept his hand from north to west.

Shengshi pouted quietly. “... But if it flows northwestwards, we cannot call it Donghe…” He sighed quietly. “No matter! As you wish, dear brother.” He stretched a little and had another look around. “... Let me think… Tributaries… Delta…” He measured the horizon half-heartedly with his thumb. “Xiaoli, what is your estimate?”

For some unknown reason, Kalmar instinctively brought his palm to his face. ”I was talking about the mountains,” he growled in frustration. ”The river will flow from the mountain. It would still move eastward.”

The snake grinned from horn to horn. “Oh, how splendid! Did you hear that, Xiaoli? We can still name it Donghe!” The girl grinned as well. “How wonderful, my lord! Soon, each direction will have its own river!” The two let out a sigh of satisfaction at the perfection of rivers running in the four cardinal directions. The snake turned to Kalmar and Phystene.

“Well, shall we get to it, then?”

“I’ll leave that to you two then.” Phystene answered. “I’ll busy myself spreading life in the area.” She gave Kalmar a knowing smile and then gave each of her peers a nod of her head. “I’m sure we’ll bump into each other soon enough while working on our tasks.”

”Farewell,” Kalmar managed to smile back, despite his irritation at the insufferable lizard.

“Have a wonderful day still and may you find like to grow on these lands like joy during a feast.” Shengshi bowed deeply before his sister. Xiaoli went a step further and kowtowed.

Kalmar looked to Shengshi. ”Must we call it ‘the Donghe’?” Something about that name seemed… off, though he wasn’t quite sure what. The snake looked puzzled and scratched his bearded chin.

“What’s wrong with Donghe?” he inquired, looking genuinely perplexed. Even Xiaoli, who had gotten back on her feet again, could not seem to see reason in Kalmar’s request.

”There are other, clearer names to choose,” Kalmar suggested. ”The Kalmere River, the River Physt, the River Sheng…” he listed off names that immediately sprang to mind. ”Why ‘Donghe?’”

Shengshi sighed. “Because it runs eastwards, of course! ‘Donghe’ - ‘east river’?” He shrugged with wide eyes as if it had been the most obvious explanation known to both gods and goons.

”Then why not call it ‘the Eastern River?’” Kalmar inquired. ”I know ‘east’, I do not know ‘donghe.’”

Shengshi let out another sigh that slowly turned into a groan. He put his palms together and rested his nose on top of the fingertips, taking a long drag of air through his nose.

“The name ‘Donghe’ rolls a little better off the tongue than ‘Eastern River’... My, so many syllables. Would you not agree, Xiaoli?” The girl nodded carefully. “See, she agrees.”

”Easthe, then.” Kalmar suggested instead.

“Easth-!” The snake choked on his words and turned away, faking a gagging cough to the point where it was borderline genuine. Xiaoli patted him on the back, looked to Kalmar and silently formed the words “sorry” on her lips. After a few dramatic coughs, the god regained his composure again, wafting some air at his face with his palm.

“With all due respect, brother - no.”

Kalmar shrugged, not understanding why the lizard was so insistent on the river’s name, but ultimately it was just a name and of little consequence. ”Very well, then,” he said. ”I will be on my way.”

He was halfway through turning to leave when suddenly he stopped and looked back, staring Shenshi directly in the eyes. ”But one more thing,” he said, his voice darkening. ”Threaten me, deceive me, or insult me again, and I will make you answer for it.” Then, without awaiting a response, he flew off.

The snake sneered at the threat. “First he gravely insults me, then proceeds to show an utter lack of interest for anything I say, before finally handing his new ally a quite menacing threat.” He hissed disapprovingly. “Perhaps accepting his invitation was a poor decision, after all…” Xiaoli hummed pensively.

“Well, to be fair, my lord, you may have overreacted to his act of interruption - just a liiittle bit.” To demonstrate the scope of his overreaction, she pinched a small bar of air between her fingers. The snake rolled his eyes.

“Inconceivable. A natural reaction to an unexpected attack upon my holy person… Though, yes, perhaps a little -too- natural. Almost barbarically natural.” He tugged ponderously at his beard. “To think that I would ally myself with such an uncivilised-!”

“My lord!” Xiaoli snapped. The snake cut his sentence short and folded his arms.

“No, you are right. We have better things to do than speak ill of our siblings.”

“Your siblings, my lord, and -you- are the one speaking ill of them - which, if I may add, is not very morally correct of you.”

The snake waved the comment away and grabbed a globule of fresh water from under the ship. “I will work on my morals at a later date. For now, I have to vent for a spell.” Xiaoli’s eyes widened and the goddess instinctively climbed aboard the ship for protection. She could not understand it. She had never even conceived of the possibility that her master could harbour such anger for another; and yet-

Her trail of thought was cut short by a thunderous crack of rock and stone. Xiaoli covered behind the wooden railing as gravel and shale sprung up from beneath and sliced harmlessly at the divine planks of the Jiangzhou. The terrified girl allowed her eyes to peek just above the railing, but she wished that she had not.

There was no love in this; none of the artistic principles her master normally followed; there was only carnage as a crooked sword of water cut through earth and rock like a saw through bone. The current, amplified thousandfold by the furious god, cared not for adherence to the principle of path of least resistance; on the contrary, what miniscule resistance the ground could put up was massacred by the turbulent torrent, leaving an unnatural, straight scar across the landscape. Xiaoli felt tears well up in her eyes as she climbed down and carefully walked over to her panting lord.

The snake did not look like himself. The quills had returned; his black hair stabbed outwards in all directions like the head of a morning star; his claws had grown. Xiaoli opened her mouth to speak, but the snake spoke first in a voice that could grease chariot wheels.

“You know what? I think my dear brother Kalmar may have had a point. The river needs a better name.”

Xiaoli’s eyes widened. “W-what does my lord suggest?” she asked weakly.

The lizard hummed ponderously. After a moment, he flicked his fingers and gave Xiaoli a sinister grin. The girl started.

“I have just the name… I think I will call it ‘Nuhe’.” Xiaoli’s eyes widened and she covered a gasp with her sleeve. The snake snickered, patted the girl on the shoulder and slithered back to the ship. As Xiaoli stared at the unnaturally straight river, she repeated the name in a shivering voice. This was a hateful name; a name picked to symbolise a mistake, or worse, a challenge.

“Nuhe,” she whispered. “The River… Of Rage.”







Kalmar
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Phystene
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Ashalla





Though Kalmar continued to stand guard at his continent with vigilance, he needed something to occupy his hands with in order to pass the time. Out of boredom, he kicked at a small section of the ground, breaking it up into several small fragments. Then, one by one, he began to pick up those small, jagged pebbles, and throw them out into the sea.

When one of those stones appeared to ‘skip’ across the water before sinking, one of his eyebrows raised, and he attempted to recreate that throw. After a few sank directly into the sea, he managed to skip a second rock, and then a third. Soon, he was trying to see how far he could throw them, and how many times they would skip. This was how the God of the Hunt occupied himself in a world where he had not yet found anything to hunt.

Although he might appear distracted, he was fully aware of his surroundings, and sensed some sort of disturbance off in the distance. More of his kin quarrelling? That did not concern him. He continued to skip rocks.

“Kalmar…” Phystene telepathically said, her voice a mere whisper in his mind. “Orvus is…. Insane.” Her voice was wracked with pain. “He’s.... watch your back.”

Kalmar stopped throwing stones, surprised at the sudden mental contact. Then, that surprise turned to a mix of mild confusion, with a touch of concern. ”Where are you?” he questioned.

A mental image of the southern continent, with her location near its south western shore appeared in his mind. She knew not what its name was, but the clarity of its physical location on Galbar was impossible to misinterpret.

Kalmar nodded, though he realized she would not see it. “I will come to you,” he said, dropping the stone in his hand and taking flight, heading in her direction. He did not like to leave his continent behind, when someone could tamper with it, but he needed to confirm that Phystene was alright, and learn more about this Orvus.

It was evident that there had been a battle in the area. A massive crater marred the landscape just inland from the shore. Numerous trees were strewn about, burnt and broken from what must have been colossal forces hurled at them. For kilometers in all directions the trees had been wrecked as if by malicious intent. And yet there was new life growing even now. The crater was filled by rapidly growing grass, shrubs, and flowering plants. Its rim was nearly completely covered in dense foliage that continued to grow at surprising speeds.

Hidden almost completely from sight by this foliage was Phystene’s body. Unmoved from when she collapsed following her battle with Orvus, her power still radiated to the surrounding area to help the plant life recover and grow stronger than before.

Kalmar looked at the destruction with an expression of distaste. This had only been recently built; why had another god sought to destroy it?

Phystene had been easy enough to locate, due to the power that she radiated. Kalmar landed on his feet a few feet beside her. He looked down at the foliage that covered her. “I’m here,” he said to announce himself.

“Wasn’t…. Expecting to see you so soon.” Phystene said without opening her eyes. Her voice wavered a bit. “Did you… see the monsters in the ocean?” She asked, disgust and a hint of fear leaking into her otherwise pain wracked voice.

”I did not go in the ocean,” Kalmar answered, eyeing their surroundings warily. Was this Orvus still around? ”What happened?”

“He approached me.” Phystene answered, her strength seeming to return just a bit with every word. “I… showed him the coral, plants, and animals I had created at sea. And then… he attacked me.” She shivered involuntarily. “His powers shredded my children apart and when I used my own powers to try and combat this… they were created.”

Kalmar nodded grimly, listening to what Phystene told him and putting it together with the knowledge of his fellow gods that was bestowed upon him by the Architect. Orvus was the god of… Desolation? Such a god would inevitably become enemies with a goddess dedicated to life, but to blatantly attack her? He was a threat, not just to Phystene, but to everyone else.

”This Orvus must die, then.” Kalmar decided, his tone serious. ”Not right now, but soon.” Then, his voice softened somewhat. ”Can you move? Do you need a place to recover?” he asked her.

“I’ll live.” She answered, rising into a sitting position with a groan. “I managed to convince him to back off before either one of us were too seriously injured. Well… more like bluffed my way out.” She closed her eyes and slowly shook her head. “But he made it clear that he intends to go after all of us nature deities.” She let out a soft sigh. “Some time back Parvus and I had discussed our peers’ proclivity for causing major environmental disasters on Galbar. I had wanted to establish a position of strength and draw a line in the sand, but Parvus convinced me that a more indirect method would be better…” She stared out at sea, a scowl spreading across her face. “Unfortunately I think strength is the only thing someone like Orvus will back down from, and even then he may not even care.”

Kalmar nodded once again. ”For some creatures, strength is the only thing they will respond to. It is no different for some of us gods.” He stroked his chin, thinking. ”In the face of this threat, we nature deities should stand together. I have built a new land in the northwest. If you join me there, we will have strength in numbers, and we can protect our creations from harm. We can invite the other nature deities to join us as well. If this Orvus attacks again, we will destroy him. What do you think?”

“I would love to join you on your continent” Phystene said, her scowl melting away into a smile. She slowly rose to her feet. “And I am sure the others will be more than happy to join as well once they hear about Orvus. We should also try speaking to some of the other deities. I… honestly don’t fully understand Asceal and Aelius, but I doubt they will look kindly upon Orvus’s behavior and intents.” She let out a long sigh. “Unfortunately I don’t think I’m well equipped to fight Orvus and I’m sure a few other deities are liable to fall in line with him.”

”Perhaps,” Kalmar acknowledged, ”which is why we should band together sooner rather than later. Even if you don’t think you are a fighter, you can still assist in other ways which are just as important. I think you should contact this Parvus you spoke of, and I will reach out to the rain goddess Li’Kalla. But first, I think I should show you where this continent is. Can you travel?”

“Yes” She said with a slow nod. “I have mostly recovered. Just…” She gave him a weary smile, “a little tired.”

”Good.” Kalmar smiled back. ”If you are ready, we can set off.”

She gave her surroundings one final look, an expression of grudging contentment over how much the life in the area had recovered since the fight with Orvus. ”Let us be off then.”

Yet as they turned to leave, the ocean itself rose up before them. The ocean sculpted itself into a form resembling a female humanoid’s torso. Ashalla had felt the disturbance which the conflict between Phystene and Orvus had caused and had also came over to inspect what had occurred. Ashalla turned her head to inspect the damage caused to the river delta, looked over her shoulder at the storm which was receding westwards under Veradax’s gaze, then finally looked down at Kalmar and Phystene.

”What happened here?” Ashalla asked.

“Orvus” Phystene answered as she turned towards Ashalla. “He apparently took offense to my creations and tried to kill me for it. It was not a pleasant experience.” She gestured towards the crater and other signs of destruction. “Thankfully I convinced him to back off. For the moment.”

Kalmar nodded grimly. ”We were just discussing what to do next. Gods like Orvus are a threat to us all. We need to work together if we are to protect ourselves, and bring them down.”

Ashalla was quiet for a few moments. Empathy was not yet a trait Ashalla had learned, but she could quite clearly see the destruction around her. A water current stirred up some of the shattered remains of the coral reef below her. ”Destruction like this is not good,” Ashalla eventually declared. ”If it prevents creations such as these from being destroyed, I can help.”

”Then what do you say to a pact?” Kalmar asked. ”To defend each other’s creations from senseless destruction.”

Ashalla hesitated. A ‘pact’ was a big deal. Yet as she thought it over, she realised that this aligned well with her values. There was little point to creation if it were to be destroyed, and it would be easier to assert their power as a group. ”I find this agreeable. We shall defend each other’s creations from senseless destruction.”

“Senseless destruction… Yes.” Phystene agreed with a slow nod. “Not all destruction is bad, but the kind Orvus and his like are after is not only pointless, but complete. It warms my heart knowing that my fellow nature deities will not allow it to continue.”

”It is good that we agree,” Kalmar said, before looking directly at Ashalla. ”I was going to show Phystene the new continent I have built. You are welcome to join us, if you wish.”

Ashalla’s head twisted around her to look once more at the departing storm of desolation, then turned back to address Kalmar. ”While I appreciate the invitation, I should work on stopping that storm before it inflicts further damage. I will visit some other time.”

“Ashalla” Phystene said after a moment. “There’s something you need to be aware of.” Her voice was steady, but the look in her eyes was one of embarrassment and even terror. “The power hurled about during our fight created…. Some kind of monster that even now swims in the ocean.”

”Oh, those,” Ashalla said dismissively, ”A large oceanic predator with the capacity to lure in lesser creatures. Something tastes funny about their souls, though.” As she spoke, Ashalla seemed to notice Phystene’s unease about these creatures. ”Although they can’t even reproduce so it’s only a matter of time before they all die out,” Ashalla added.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Phystene shook her head. “They… I felt no life in them, although they clearly aren’t dead. At least not dead in the traditional sense. I’m concerned about the long term effects they’ll have on oceanic ecosystems and… Orvus seemed quite enamored by them.” Her lip curled ever so slightly in disgust as she continued. “He claimed they were the future. I’m concerned he’ll try to make more of them and other kinds of similar… entities.”

”Creatures that aren’t ended by natural death and can’t reproduce?” Kalmar seemed offended. Such a creature would never need to evolve or change. That was a surefire path to stagnation! ”We can’t let Orvus bring about that future. Another reason to end him.”

Ashalla regarded the two deities before her. She did not appear to share their concerns. A large globule of water rose up beside Ashalla (or rather, beside the part of her which looked like Ashalla, for the globule of water was also Ashalla), holding one of the leviathan anglers for them all to see. ”This creation is a predator, like other ocean predators. It hunts. It eats. This is a natural niche in an ecosystem. It does not pose an existential threat. It is flesh and blood and can be killed like any other creature of its size. Not being able to reproduce is a problem for it, not the world around it.”

”You don’t understand,” Kalmar said, annoyed that this goddess saw fit to lecture him on the nature of predators. “As Phystene tells it, these creatures were transformed into this state. If Orvus finds a way to replicate whatever caused this, he could inflict this state on all life, and then it will become a problem for the rest of the world.”

Ashalla rumbled thoughtfully, then replied, “That would be a problem. If he finds a way.”

“If he’s half as dedicated to the cause as I suspect he is, he will.” Phystene said. “They were created as a byproduct of our fight. I suspect he’ll be able to make even greater abominations once he focuses on doing so. I’ll have to put some thought into plants or animals I can create to combat this but…” Her voice trailed off for a moment. “Perhaps Parvus may be able to help me with that. Either way I feel that it would be prudent to turn Kalmar’s new continent, and the ocean around it, as a bastion of life. A bastion we can retreat into and concentrate our strength if absolutely necessary.”

Kalmar nodded at Phystene’s words, and decided not to discuss the strange fish any further. ”That is what I intended when I created the land. Though I must get back to it - I fear some other god might try to change it in my absence, and there is still much work to be done regardless. If there is nothing else to discuss, should we depart?”

”I think we should. I have a storm to catch,” Ashalla said, dropping the angler back into the ocean.

“Best of luck” Phystene said. She relaxed slightly as the angler disappeared back into the ocean. It surprised her just how tense she had become just by being near the thing. Ashalla’s form collapsed back into the water and departed.

“Well…” Kalmar said, allowing himself to float a few feet into the air. “I suppose we have a continent to fill.”




Kalmar





Things happened.

Suns and moons were created and then destroyed. Mountains were flung. Gods clashed, quarreled and schemed. Entire continents were forged and shaped.

And where was the God of the Hunt in all this?

Exploring his sphere. He threw some stones into a river, watching the water splash and ripple. He climbed one of his mountains, standing atop the peak and staring out into the void. He made a sandcastle in the desert, before kicking it over and watching it blow away in the wind. He climbed a tree, only to fall when one of the branches broke. He made a snow angel in the frozen forest. He chased animals through the plains. He even started experimenting, using his magic to invent a weapon, which was essentially a slender curved stick with both ends connected to each other by a tight, flexible string. It could then shoot smaller, sharpened sticks at target. What use did this weapon serve, to someone who could create life and move mountains?

Absolutely none. Yet he was content with his creation nonetheless. He promptly used his new bow to shoot a deer, which he then skinned and made into a vest. Kalmar looked down at his reflection in the water, and decided that it looked good on him.

But he could only spend so much time fawning over his own creations. He had a duty to fulfill. Besides, as beautiful and comfortable as this place was, he knew it would eventually either become dull, or worse, make him complacent. It was for these reasons that he reluctantly left his sphere.




Kalmar arrived in Galbar, and looked down upon the constructs of the other gods. A few islands and continents had already been made. No doubt the gods who raised them had their own plans for them, and some were already partly covered with mountains and vegetation. He would make his own landmass, he decided.

First, he had to a pick a location. There was a peculiar chain of islands that vaguely resembled an eye. North of that would be a decent location, he decided for no particular reason.

Although his power was limited, Kalmar decided that was no excuse to be stingy. What was the point in creating animals and ecoysystems if there was no land to place them on? At least some of them would have to invest heavily in continent forging. Kalmar decided that one of those people might as well be him. It would pay off in the long run.

And so, he grit his teeth and focused. The continent he created would have three main 'points.' The land he created would be much larger than his sphere. It would be wide and vast, with a pensinula in the southwest and a bay in the north. He would need plenty of space, he knew.

When he was done, he once again felt as though most of his power had been drained. That was enough building for the time being. He stood upon the barren rock of his new land and waited, wary of any who might try to claim this place for themselves.




Sea of (now) Frozen Tears

Battle on the Ice


The oceans have turned to vast, open fields of glistering ice, the waves crystalized into solid form. This would otherwise be a pretty magnificent and enjoyable view, but unfortunately both fleets are stuck in the ice, that of the Eodaen Royalists and Leofric’s rogue fleet both. Just as they were about to face off in a great naval battle.

"By the might of Xeaxaenot!" Thane Aelfgar called out from ontop the Herald of the Golden Acorn, his fleet’s flagship. [/i]"Our ship’s only stuck in the ice because some of you fools have not sacrificed enough acorns!"[i]

"Is there anything other than acorns that squirrels eat? i’ve not actually delved into squirrel diet, to be honest."

The swords of Badastan find themselves in a mighty inconvenience, for they were just about to engage the pirates. He takes in a whiff of the cold salty sea air, and seeing no sign of the ships being thawed out any time soon, the Thane opts for resolute and desperate decision making. He points his seax dagger at the opposite fleet: ‘’Get off the ships you fools, we’ll just have to walk over to them, and take them on the ole’ fashioned! way!’’

“By the grace of God!” Earl Leofric shouted from atop the Storm’s Herald, his personal ship. “Our ships must be stuck in the ice because a few of you lot haven’t mutilated enough squirrel priests!”

“I’m sure that’s the reason, my lord…” Aella muttered beside him, and they both shared a smirk.

“By God, are they… climbing off the ships?” Leofric asked in bewilderment.

“They are indeed,” Aella confirmed. “You want to head down to meet them?”

“We could do that,” Leofric acknowledged. “And we’d make fools of ourselves, slipping and sliding about, before ultimately coming to a bloody and unnecessary clash in the middle....” he shrugged. “Or, we could amuse ourselves by watching them make fools of themselves, while we wait here and stab them as they climb up.” He made a downward stabbing motion with his hand.

Aella nodded. “Crew, grab weapons and prepare to be boarded!”

Meanwhile, Leofric stepped down from the quarterdeck and walked up to the prow of his ship, stepping past Peric who hefted a boarding axe, as oarsmen abandoned oars for spears and swords. “Is that… is that who I think it is?” He cupped both hands to his mouth and leaned over the railing.

“AELFGAR! HOW’S THE WIFE!?”

The charging Thane at the fore of his warband pauses when he recognises the familiar voice.
"Whats that? That you, Leofric? I should have known you were behind the pirate attacks. Damn bastard, you haven't changed at all.
Childhood friend or no, you will be brought to justice for your crimes, you nutter.

Don't make me come up there and manhandle you back to Eodaland!"


“Manhandle me? It’d be a long walk, across all this ice!” Leofric called back, and despite both the danger and insanity of the situation, some of his crew laughed. “You’ll starve before then. You’ll have to eat your precious squirrels to survive! But yes, I might come down. How does single combat sound!?”

Moving nearer, Aelfgar eyes his former friend with a dismissive glare.
"It's not the old days anymore, friend. Now I stand before you as thane of the King, and therefore am in no position for thine wordcraft haggling."

He raises his Seax and shield as a man prepared to let metal sing his final words. "You and your misfit ilk have felled defenseless Demon-Squirrel Priests, Leofric. You will be made to answer for this sacrilege here and now!"

As he speaks, Leofric observes Aelfgar's band of warriors preparing to encircle the Storm’s Herald. Some of the frozen waves have left an upwards slope, which they have recognised as the perfect (if predictable) vantage point to board it from. Warbands from the royal fleet are all the while creeping towards the other ships in Leofric’s fleet, carrying with them harpoons and javelins.

Aelfgar continued over the ice until halting directly before the bow of Leofric’s ship, now looking him in the eye through his Sutton Hoo helmet. "In spirit of our Eodaen kinship, I shall show lenience: lay down your arms now and come along peacefully to answer for your crimes. I swear you; Badastan is a man of mercy... I will put in a good word for your sake to receive but light punishment.’’

While Aelfgar’s men advanced, Leofric’s own crew had not been idle. Perhaps twenty or so archers and crossbowmen came to stand by him. Aella and Peric had identified the potential vantage points, and were sending warriors to form lines facing those directions. The Captains of Leofric’s fleet were all of a similar mind, waiting upon some sort of signal from Leofric’s ship to act.

The self-proclaimed Lord-Captain smiled. “That’s a generous offer. But I have to say, Aelfgar, I don’t quite understand this talk of friendship.” He stroked his chin. “I might be misremembering, but I seem to recall being friendlier with your wife…” he shrugged. Perhaps it was a bluff, perhaps it was not.

What came next, however, almost certainly was not.

“LOOSE!”

Nearly two dozen arrows and bolts flew from the Storm’s Herald, peppering Aelfgar’s men. The other captains of the fleet took this as a call to action, and began to unleash barrages of their own. As for Leofric, his smile vanished and he retreated back to safety, drawing his sword as he waited for the enemy to board.

The Eodaen royalists, flabbergasted, could only just seek cover behind their shields. Some of them wailed and howled in pain as arrows struck true, and yet others were felled, the ice beneath them turning red. Aelfgar depended on his men’s superior numbers to overpower the rogues and could afford the losses.

After the pirates had drawn first blood, the royal Thane spoke no further, and signals the attack. "Smoke them out."

Squadrons of men, shields raised against arrow fire, trot towards the first row of frozen ships in the pirate fleet while archers of their own loose volleys of suppressing fire.

The Thane calls for his own battalion of battle hardened housecarls to seize the Storm's Herald, by climbing the frozen wave sloping directly against it when it was rocking the ship. It is the perfect vantage point - - too perfect, the obvious direction of attack. Accordingly, Leofric wisely positioned his men to take stance to hold off the attackers with a wall of spears. As forces collide, their spears jab against the housecarl shields in vain, causing others among the pirates to opt aiming for their uncovered legs. Noble blood drips on the ice, but Badastan's elite close in determined, their minds addled and drugged by mushrooms. And using their superior weight, heavy mail and shields they bash into the smaller cohort of spears. When hand to hand combat commences they jab their Seaxes at the spearmen. Sparks fly as metal meets. Blood stains the ice where the children of God and Squirrel-demon do battle.

The other ships were similarly assailed by warbands. Slowly moving, under constant fire and amid their little castles of shields on the treacherous slippery ice.

When reaching enemy hulls, they flung up harpoons in attempts to board the ships from different angles, though this had little effect, serving as little more than a diversion. For Leofric’s crew simply hacked away at them with axes and swords until they broke or were dislodged, causing the men climbing the ropes to fall back to the ice.

Some even used their longaxes to beat holes in the hulls under cover of shields in attempts to make the ships unseaworthy by the time the fleet thaws out. Or at least, that is what they'd hoped. Others were observed smearing the hull with a greasy substance. The squirrel-worshippers were trying out all sorts of devious schemes, it would seem.

This battle was to be a prolonged and slow bloody grind, but Aelfgar wouldn't have it. He was blessed by the King, for Squirrels Sake! And so the thane appeared amid the housecarls boarding the Storm’s Herald as they carved their way through the spearmen. Kill Leofric, the head of the snake, and the battle will be determined swiftly.

"Craven Leofric! Come forth and save your puny men, heretical worm!" He yelled from the group of men locked in battle.

“I’m right here, you fool!” Leofric shouted, wrenching his blade free some a man who stood between him and Aelfgar. With Peric and Aella guarding his flanks from any who would intervene, Leofric strode forward to meet the rival captain in single combat.

Spotting Leofric, the Thane’s eyes lighted up and he sprung forth... as men on both sides quickly parted to make way, for they could tell their commanders were about to meet. Holding a great round shield in one hand, and a brandishing Seax sword in the other, Aelfgar made a deft swipe for Leofric’s throat.

Leofric swatted the weapon aside with a contemptuous parry, before responding with an attack of his own...

For the next ten minutes, the Royal Thane and the Rogue Earl did battle in name and sight of their respective deities, and the onlooking men, some of whom paused fighting to watch, cheer and revel.

All the while bloody struggles took place on and nigh the other ships. When the men on the Storm’s Herald smelled and observed smoke, one of the Squirrel-worshipper’s machinations had been revealed. Some of them managed to ignite the hulls of some two or three of Leofric’s longboats by smearing them with pigfat they had carried along! Men on the flagship were bewildered by this turn of event, even among the Royalist crew.

Aelfgar smirks, still panting from the exhaustive hand-to-hand combat with the more than capable Leofric. ‘’The day is ours, traitor. Surrender now, and I might still stroke over mine golden heart and show mercy…!’’

Elsewhere, the crew on the burning longships did not stand idly by while their ships caught fire. They instead brought out heavy barrels of water, rum, tar, or provisions, and rolled them down the slopes of the frozen waves that touched their ship, clearing the slopes of attackers as most were inevitably knocked down and sent sprawling across the ice.

With weapons in hand, the defenders did not hesitate to seize the advantage: they slid down the slope after them, stabbing and slashing them before they could get back up. But landing on the ice, many of the selfsame attackers slipped and fell down themselves. A clumsy death-and-life grapple followed as both enemies tried to get up.

Meanwhile, as Leofric looked his foe in the eye, he decided he would not dignify Aelfgar’s demand with a response. He delivered a feint, making to thrust at Aelfgar’s leg, but then he suddenly gripped his weapon by the blade, hooked Aelfgar’s shield with the crossguard, pulled it down, and then jabbed the pommel up into Aelfgar’s throat.

Aelfgars reflexes were slowed from exhaustion, and as he tried to duck backwards was struck on his jaw. The blow was forceful enough that his Sutton Hoo helmet flew off, revealing Aelfgar’s lean face and red hair, as his ornamental helmet rolled away over the ship’s deck. The Thane was knocked to the ground, blood dripping from his chin as Leofric walked up, and pointed his blade at Aelfgar’s throat. “Yield!” he commanded.

Rubbing the blood and saliva off his face, Aelfgar slowly and hesitantly relinquished hold of his seax and shield, and raised his open hands with an affirmative grunt. The defeated Thane looks from the corner of his eyes to his men. The housecarls, though initially successful in beating off the spearmen and seizing much of the flagship’s deck, were losing ground as the first casualties had dropped, and dead from both sides lay prostrate and mutilated on board.

Most other royalist warbands had been repulsed, and in total, but two of Leofric’s longboats had been captured by the Royalists. Though Aelfgar had been bested, his warriors fought on… Until there rang a deep voice from afar:
‘’Stop!’’
Kalmar




Without another word, Kalmar climbed onto his crystal, and set off. He had made at least one valuable ally today, he was sure of it, and of the three conversations he had thus far, hers was the only one that had not been tedious.

He went down into the Chthonic region, feeling a pull towards his domain, his sphere. His own territory, all to himself, and whoever he chose to share it with. But he would not fall into a false sense of security. No, one day he would need to defend it. Even in this new universe, there will always be another being that feels compelled to take or destroy what others have.

And so he moved with determination. He would not let another being find a way into his sphere first.




Eventually, he arrived... to nothing. A vast blue void, of nothing.

Exactly as expected. It was his job to fill it, after all. And it was time to get it work. But...

He wasn't sure where to start. The Architect had given him some understanding of his role and his powers, so he knew how to use them, but the idea that he could forge entire landmasses or environments seemed so surreal that, for a moment, his confidence broke.

Then he pushed the feeling aside. It was doubt that caused prey to stand still while the hunters circled. He would not let doubt rule him.

Kalmar closed his eyes and concentrated, as he considered what to build. He would not do anything excessive, as his powers were not limitless and he may need to scrap his creation if he didn't like his first attempt. So he started out with a simple shape, a circle of rock, and willed it into being to float in the sky. Yet one could fall off such a circle, so he rimmed it with mountains to prevent such a hazard. If his sphere was to hold life, it would need water, so he conjured four rivers which flowed from the corner mountains into a small lake in the middle, and that lake had an even smaller island.

Though it now had water, it was still barren, and that had to change. It needed an ecosystem. So he imagined a forest, but before he willed it into existence, he stopped himself. Different beasts thrived in different climates. As the God of the Hunt, he should have multiple climates, for variety. Diversity is good, Phsytene had said - he agreed with her then and he agreed with her now. The rivers made natural borders, so he turned one quarter of of his world into a forest. The next quarter, he made a sandy desert. After that came a grassy land of fields and hills, before finally concluding with another forest, this one covered in a layer of snow. Each region was given suitable species to inhabit it.

And then he looked upon his creation, and his eyes widened as he fully realized the magnitude of what he just accomplished. It brought a whole new idea to the meaning of power. It didn't matter if you were stronger, or smarter, or faster... if you had the ability to shape entire worlds then few forces could stand against you. To his knowledge, only two dozen beings were capable of matching him.

It should have been thrilling, yet he also felt... disappointed. Where is the satisfaction in hunting prey that stands no chance? What was the purpose of hunting in the first place if you did not need to eat? How could he be a God of the Hunt if the mere state of being a god was enough to render hunting pointless?

No, he reminded himself, Your purpose is no longer just to hunt. It is to maintain the balance of hunting among the life you will create.

With renewed vigour, he decided it was time to add the finishing touches. He set himself down on the island in the middle and looked around. The mountains offered a sense of security, he realized. He did not wish for creatures to become too comfortable in a realm dedicated to hunting. How could he spice it up?

Then he had an idea.

Closing his eyes and concentrating again, he raised a small forest on the island, and in the center of that forest he built a structure out of wooden logs. He gave the structure two floors and multiple rooms. He was not certain what those rooms would be for, but he would work that out eventually. For now, the main structure was complete, and that was what mattered.

And it was no ordinary structure. The structure and the surrounding forest was a monument.

The effect was rather straightforward, but powerful. At random intervals, the ecosystems would shift. Snow became grassland, forest became snow, desert became forest, grassland became desert. Only the island's climate would remain the same. The intent was to make the inhabitants used to change; they could either move on to the next region, or dig in and adapt to the new ecosystem. Either way, it would prevent them from becoming complacent.

And now he was done, at least for the time being. His power had been drained, but he found himself filled with an immense feeling of pride.




Kalmar

and
Phystene




As the two deities departed, Kalmar turned to regard Phystene. “You represent plants,” he said curtly, more of a statement than a question. “I think we should work together.”

Phystene raised an eyebrow, the movement seeming mechanical as if she wasn’t used to it, which was the case seeing as she had only just recently acquired a body. “Naturally.” The corner of her mouth tugged up towards a smile. “Us nature deities need to stick together. I believe, once the matter of light has been dealt with, that we’ll need to create some land masses. Of course we can create life in the oceans, but… it’s always a good idea to have some diversity. No?”

Kalmar nodded, and found himself offering a slight smile. “It is,” he agreed. He paused for a few moments, and then spoke again. “There is also the matter of maintaining the natural order. The species we create must co-exist without completely destroying each other.”

“Yes” Phystene visibly winced. “My… original home was in the process of being destroyed by the greed of a dominant species when I was.... Summoned here.” She let out a long sigh. “It is truly a pity. At one time they were one with nature. Now… now their greed leads them to destroy that which makes their world livable. We will have to ensure that such greed doesn’t go unpunished here.”

Kalmar nodded with some sympathy. “I have some idea of what that is like. In my original home, there was a species we preyed on for food. A new species moved in, and they proceeded to hunt that species to extinction, forcing us both to move on to a new area in search of new prey. I have even less experience with creation than I do with conversing, but I will learn, and I will do what I can to prevent anything like that from happening again.”

“We all have much to learn.” Phystene agreed. “It is odd being… cognizant.” She gave a slight sake of her head. “But tell me: what do you think of our fellow deities?”

Kalmar shrugged. “I spoke with the rain goddess. She will be vital to our new world, but her survival instinct seems lacking. The two we just spoke to, I don’t know - their talk of ‘virtue’ is strange, and I can’t predict where it will lead. The others… we just arrived and some have already begun to fight and quarrel for no good reason. You seem sensible, but the rest do not impress me. I hope that will change.”

“Rapid change can cause shock in even the hardiest of of living beings.” Phystene said after a moment. “But I do agree with you. Some of the… aggression of our peers makes little sense to me. Perhaps the architect brought them to serve as an example of what not to do or perhaps as a form of competition for the rest of us?” She gave a small shrug. “I suppose at the moment it matters little. As for our to recent conversation partners.... I also do not understand some of their ideas, but I sense that they too wish for life to thrive. Perhaps we won’t agree with them on every matter, but I suspect that on every subject that truly matters we all will have similar opinions.”

“I’m sorry if I’m rambling.” Phystene said after a moment. “It just feels so… refreshing to finally be able to communicate with another being. To be able to do anything in fact.”

Unlike in his previous conversation with Aelius, this time Kalmar remained at full attention. “You are not rambling. Your words are sensible. I do not fully share your optimism, but only time can prove either of us right.”

He paused. “To communicate like this is different… but it is much easier than the manner I am used to, and I suspect the words will come easier as time goes on. I feel like I’ve reached a higher state of being… like I awoke from a sleep for the first time.”

“Perhaps that is an apt description for what has occured to me as well.” Phystene’s gaze shifted towards the massive crystals that would take each deity to their new homes. “We have much work ahead of us. And I believe it is past time we begin to fill this world with life. Shall we part ways now? I have this world’s first plant to create and I look forward to seeing what you have in store for this world.”

Kalmar nodded. “Yes, but we must speak again. Hopefully I will have mastered the skill of conversation by then.” He smiled, “Farewell.” And with that, he turned in the direction of his crystal.

“My sphere will always be open to you.” Phystene returned his smile. “And I shall eagerly wait for you to visit.”



Li’Kalla


&

Kalmar





Chaos was all that this Great Hall of Gods saw now. With more and more of Li'Kalla's kin forming bodies of their own, voicing their wills and showing off their powers, there was little to do but wait and hope they'd blow over and disappear of their own volition.

They won't...

So after a moment she lifted her upper body in such a manner as to avoid even looking at her monstrous summoner, and took in a deep breath--Or at least, as deep a breath as she could before a voice punched through her bubble.

"Ah... eh... I... I am Kalmar,"

Li'Kalla's face contorted. She grimaced and winced as if she was in pain upon being spoken to. She seemed to avoid looking at the fellow God, Kalmar.

"What danger do you sense? Why do you stay still? If you are in danger, you either fight or flee. It's better to fight, but some can only flee, like that one there..."

She spared a glance toward him. Tall, wearing clothes… She quickly averted her gaze when it wandered up to his face, but she was sure he was handsome as well.

Intimidating. She knew their type...

She pressed her lips together tightly and shook her head. ”I-”

"If you stay still, you get eaten."

”I-I know, I’m sorry...” She hung her head slightly and sighed. Kalmar seemed to have had some trouble getting used to having a voice, but not her.

Why am I acting like this? Am I not...

”I just… I dont...” But then she shivered and wrapped her arms around herself tightly. ”Don’t look at me, please… Not like that…”




Kalmar continued to look at her strangely, and then realization dawned upon him. “Oh!” The woman’s natural defensive strategy was to avoid being seen. That, too, was a valid approach. But her way of accomplishing that was still flawed. “If you don’t want to be looked at, then you need to hide. This is not a good spot. Behind one of those waterfalls, or one of those pillars, would be better,” he suggested helpfully.

Kalmar briefly glanced at the disturbances that were occurring elsewhere, noting that some gods seemed to take their own arrivals much more harshly, but he still awaited the woman’s response.




He kept looking at her. What did he want with her? Why was he talking to her? By all means, he should have never taken an interest in her! Unless…

She grit her teeth and looked at herself.

Like new...

This time she stood up and turned to hold Kalmar’s gaze. She felt her legs cramp up and had to keep her arms wrapped around herself. There was a fire deep in her gaze, one that was seen only once in a generation. She looked determined.

”I-” And she lost it. Once more, she looked away. This time, her gaze landed on the crystal platform she knew was meant for her. ”I… thank you… Ka… Kalmar?” Using names after so long...

There was a short silence.

Li’Kalla walked off to her crystal platform.




Kalmar nodded, and watched her leave. Had he made an ally today? He was unsure. There was much he was unsure of - how useful she would be, whether or not he had actually taught her anything, whether or not she would truly appreciate his words, or if he would even see her again. However, he had not lost anything from this conversation, so it was neither a victory nor a defeat.

He glanced at the rest of the room. Other gods were already heading through their own crystals, and he felt as though he should do the same. Yet other gods still remained, and he could see a group congregating. There was a woman who shone like a bright light, another woman who had green skin, and a smiling man. They too had recognized that there was safety in numbers, it seemed, so Kalmar decided he should make himself known to them. On that note, he approached them.




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