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Boris raced across the wilderness of the alpine like a puppet drawn by string, seduced by the tickling of a sweet song. The sound soared through the air like an eagle on an up-draft, taking with it the very soul of the listening audience. His heart ascended in a magical flight to the heavens, a breathtaking melody of orchestral exuberance. 

Seeking to locate the origin, the boar took off, following the melody high up into the frozen reaches of the Anchor. As he drew nearer, so did the song reach its crescendo, that from which left Boris giddy, his breath stolen from his body until all that was left was the silence there was at the beginning, and a lonely tree sampling, struggling under the weight of first snow.

In rapt silence the boar drew near. It was a tiny thing, slender in trunk and hardly green in the leaves. Boris could feel it’s roots battle the mountain for space to grow, yet the Anchor clamped down on it, letting it reach no further then it had. Death would snatch it up soon. Another babe cast into oblivion. 

No! No he would not allow it!

[color=SaddleBrown]”Ohhhhhr… The Sapling. It sings me the sweetest songs.”[/color] he intoned, giving the branch the tiniest of nudges with his snout.

As if to already know his intention, the active force of Actuality pooled around the Boar. 

[center][color=SaddleBrown]”With strength of root and rhyme
I stamp my hoof three a’time,
And gaze upon this empty plain,
To bless the realm with endless gain,
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And with that the Lifeblood exploded into activity, taking hold of the tiny things roots and lending it form, endowing it with the power to cut through stone like a hoof through snow and multiply and fill the realm with its brood. To its body it gave power, blessing it with the spirit of the mountain and the hardness of stone until brown bark went black. And so it rapidly grew until its trunk and branches became tall and mighty, fit to rival the Big Green. 

The entirety of the alpine grew dense with the black trees of Boris. Thick and strong, just like the mountains they stood upon and battled against. Milkwood, he would call them, despite their color and battle-tested hardness. 

And Boris basked in their mist, squealing in delight as snow and leaves collected upon the forest floor. Oh how he delighted in the splendor of creation. Truly this was the age of digging and playing, the greatest of ages.

From deep within his playful stupor, he could feel the entirety of Actuality began to tear, taters forming new entities in great similarity to him and his own.

 [i]More life.[/i]

The words drew him out fully and he looked upon his realm to find it truly empty. Devoid of true life, much unlike the realms of his siblings, each filled to the brim with many thinking and breathing things. 

So the Boar sat on his haunches and dreamed. He dreamed of a forest filled with a great many breathing things, worthy of the Anchor and all its glory. In response the tattered lifeblood gathered around him once again, cracking with unrestrained energies. And from the Boar’s head sprouted a great many things of dreams. Mundane things like the mammals of the south, deer, squirrels and the like. And much for fantastical things like small multi-limbed simians with hair as white as snow and funny way of talking. Massive mountain creatures with horns of iron and hide as tough and infallible as granite. Large, ugly, semi aquatic hairless animals who preferred the lakes and rivers the Anchor provided. Lean and hairless predators born with fins and many sharp points, bred for slaughter. Horned and hoofed beasts of great speed and climbing ability. And hermaphrodites with pale skin and black milk.

And the great many beasts of the Milkwood expanded across its entirety. Making a home out of the godly place.

Boris saw that it was good, but not done. For as he gazed into the ether and upon creation, he saw a great many thinking things. Hairless and standing upon only two legs. The boar snorted. Four legs were always better than two. They knew no sort of balance. Yet, if two legged creatures surly possessed an advantage, he could create such with an even greater advantage. Thinking things worthy of inheriting his mighty mountain, and sharing his in vigil. 

And so he drew up shapes from the bark of the trees and from the depths of Galbar. Metals of tin and copper, refined into liquid by godly will, and black bark rushed to become one. They fused in an instant as lifeblood joined in the process, taking from the blueprints of creation and synthesizing the necessary additions for human life. And so the pale thinking things of the south become one with the mountains gifts. The entirety of their bodies became like scales of Milkwood, the skin beneath as grey as stone, and their eyes, orbs of bronze intelligence incapable of plain sight. Seven alone stood stout and tall, still incapable of full comprehension from their birth. Their shoulders were broad and their bodies squat. Yet the very spirit of the mountain vibrated in their bones and in their bark. Children of Permanence, Firstborn of Boris. 

[center][color=SaddleBrown]”Look upon me, my divine retainers.
And see that I am Immovable and Indomitable.
Serve me faithfully. And know Permanence. 
Know Permanence, and lather it upon the entirety of Actuality.”[/color][/center]

And the breathing things of Milkwood, flesh and metal he called Dwarven. And he taught them a great many things.


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Boris is attracted to the sweet song of a dying sapling. Unwilling to let it die, he raises it up into a mighty tree, imbued with the spirit of the mountain, making it extremely durable. He calls it Milkwood. He then creates an ecosystem for it. And finally creates the first dwarves. Weirdo things he calls his children and he intends to teach them how to do the survival. 
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[Hider=MP Summary]
4 MP, 5 DP

>Free - Raise a large landscape in the alpine of the Anchor. Composed of super dense wood named Milkwood. They are said to hold the spirit of the mountain in them.
>Free - Create an ecosystem in Milkwood Forest, both mundane and fantastical. 
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[*]Boak - “Massive mountain creatures with horns of iron and hide as tough and infallible as granite.”
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[*]Borak - “Large, ugly, semi aquatic hairless animals.”
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[*]Madriel - “Lean and hairless predators born with fins and many sharp points, bred for slaughter.”
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[*]Felgar - “Horned and hoofed beasts of great speed and climbing ability.”
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[*]Juddra - “And hermaphrodites with pale skin and black milk.”
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>1 MP - Create an extraordinary species. Mowmok, simians of limited intelligence but an ability to speak. 
>2 MP - Create Sapient Race - Dwarves. 

⅖ Permanence Port

1 MP, 5 DP
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