The Song of Amergin
They came forth from the cold of the ice—chalky white, hairless caricatures of humanity. Whether they fled from the snow southward or were awakened by the ice, no one could say. They felt at home both in the fissures of the Reaper’s Blow and the inhospitable frozen steppes of Pollen. Their spread thus knows no boundaries—from the north of Borca all the way to the Janus Crater. Large portions of Pollen also appear infested by their unholy seed. Spore beasts seem to prefer to reside underground in the skeletons of the ancients’ buried cities. With their knife-sharp claws they burrow tunnels through the stinking earth, digging through old cellars or destroying the land. Their hearing and sense of smell are highly developed, and they seem highly attuned to any victims that are infected with spores, seeming to touch their very souls and sensing them before even the most finely tuned gendo nose could. The motivation of the spore beasts is not yet understood. While some seem content to hunt gendos and deer in regions far removed from human settlement, others gather in bloodthirsty mobs and attack targeted villages. Their behavior confirms a grotesque intelligence that seems particularly interested in killing. Their hate is inexplicable—animals kill their prey in order to survive, spore beasts murder out of passion and pure maliciousness. It is as though they have a score to settle with humanity.