[center][h1][b][u]The Lifeblood[/u][/b][/h1][/center]

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The mountains shook in anger and their fury dislodged great mounds of snow and ice.  A deluge of white tumbled down and smashed apart the rocks that impeded it.  Trees fell flat across the range, and those once brave creatures who called the slopes home fled for their lives.  When the tremors stopped there was, on many peaks of The World’s Anchor, naught but snow and devastation.

It was intolerable.  A land without life, without anything but desolate cold.  The lifeblood recoiled at its existence and swooped down.  It pulled at the mighty snow banks that had formed where the avalanches stopped.  Sticks and tree limbs that had been half buried became jagged horns while dark compressed snow and ice became frigid flesh and bone.  They rose across the worlds anchor, terrible beasts that stood on two limbs but could charge their prey on four, vast mounds of muscle and sinew whose strength matched that of many men.

Yetis.

They roared, and moved apart.  Solitary creatures, born from wrath, they were territorial at all times when they weren’t mating.  Of course, it was worse then.  For the Yeti could barely tolerate each other's presence, even when that was the precise thing they sought.  Once they had removed themselves from the sight of their fellows the Yeti began to rummage through the snow, finding corpses crushed by the flood and tearing them limb from limb so they might be devoured. 

It was a start, but it lacked balance.  It was unstable.  So the lifeblood brought forth other creatures from the snow.  Great trunks, felled by the mountain's anger, became dark brown worms that burrowed through the snow and found sustenance in the foliage below.  They would feed the Yeti’s in winter, and ensure there was room for new trees to grow without being crushed by the corpses of the old.

Yet, they were of and relied upon the cold.  They, like the terrible creatures they had been born to feed, would tolerate the summers poorly.  The Lifeblood, knowing this, ensured the worms would burrow deep each season and wait out the heat.  As for the great Yeti?  They would find refuge in the many caves upon these mountains, and they would hibernate until their time came.

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[hider=Summary]

The lifeblood makes some Yeti, and some great fat brown worms that eat trees buried by snow in the winter to feed them.

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[hider=Might Summary]

0 MP - The Yeti, a mundane but muscular species, are born.

0 MP - The Woodworms, large worms that feast upon trees, are born.

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