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[h1][u]The Lifeblood[/u][/h1]
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Chaos beyond description ruled the Lifeblood. It was torn in a thousand directions as whispered voices became clamoring shouts, and it heaved and shuddered under the weight of contradictory urges. Just as it corrected the positivity that was consuming it with the terrible island it had created, now other solidifying voices shouted out against the action. This was an affront to what was right! The peoples of this world, when they would come about, would suffer terribly if this were to continue! They needed plenty, lest they be slaves to hunger and famine. Let them have a world free of want and pain.

The lifeblood looked on Toraan's vast wooded plains and set about fulfilling its sudden empathetic impulse. The vast expanse of forest south of the Anchor of the World was fine for beasts of the woods, but it would be harsh living for those who would come. With a thought, the lifeblood's desire became manifest as it willed the landscape before it to change. The land was molded flat of hills and rocks, and cleared of trees and shrubbery. In their place, the Lifeblood spread new kinds of plants, inspired by those that existed in those forests and plains in had already made: Wheat and maize, tomatoes and cucumbers, berries large and ripe.

The lands bordering the south of the Anchor which once had been covered by the woods of the Genesis Tree were now flat plains of produce that could one day be cultivated by those with the knowledge to do so. The Lifeblood had cleaved channels from the Anchor, creating countless steams that merged into countless rivers that flowed through these lands, irrigating them and permitting this bounty of life. Nor were the changes limited to the surface: the soil below was changed in composition, made fertile beyond compare in the world. 

The Lifeblood retreated from this region, satisfied that it had created an Eden where civilizations might flourish without fear or pain. A name for it materialized, unsought but fitting: The Gardens. It shuddered then, as other voices - its own voices - rose up in outrage. [i]Where is the balance,[/i] some demanded; [i]those without the strength to live should not be coddled,[/i] others insisted. The lifeblood trembled under its own contradiction before stabilization itself. One urge at a time, one action before its reaction. It moved on, satisfied but troubled. 

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The lifeblood struggles under its contradictions as it moves on from the island of hell to create a large plain called the Gardens along the southern edge of the Anchor of the World. This plain is an agricultural society's paradise, being fertile beyond compare and well watered. 
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0 MP: Create a large ecosystem (The Gardens, a large and extremely fertile plain)[/hider]
[hider=Location]The proposed location for the Gardens is outlined in yellow in the map below.

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