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These shy and gentle creatures can be found  all throughout the Galactic Sky Tent. Preferring to stay in solitude, Spell Wurms spend their time terraforming uninhabited dwarf planets. Creating gardens of beautiful crystal caverns and archways. Tree-like plants tangled into huge strange sculptures and stone mountains that looked as though they were pinched and pulled to the sky by beings of some strange and unknown myth. Large and lucid spines of soft and opalescent cartilage weaved their way around the surface of the planet. Twisting and gripping tightly to the lower gem crested cliffs that dotted the terrain. Once satisfied with their work, the Spell Wurms continue on in search of more dwarf planets to terraform that are absent of any fauna or flora. Hundred of thousands of years will pass. In most cases, millions of years will pass before any sort of life finds its way on these shimmering planets. Bizarre critters and wild things that would eventually evolve into beings of flesh and crystal. All those who come from the terraformed worlds shared the same general look; Tripedal with an odd slightly glowing turquoise skin. Insectoid heads with gemstone eyes of every sort of color you could and can’t imagine. With a far forward lean and a circular mouth filled with small teeth that resembled stained and shattered glass. 2 small proboscis on either side of their mouth used for better sensing their surroundings and navigating the pitch black of the deepest gem caves. Many would make their homes within the protruding fleshy chunks of the cartilage spines. Large colonies of the Crystal Folk would eventually dig out the largest of the vertebrae and turn them into massive cities or trading posts for the cosmic outsiders who wished to be within the gardens of the great and benevolent Spell Wurms. 

Report from the dead planet of Clounuhn:

“The once sweet tasting air of our planet has grown awfully thin and stale. I struggle greatly to finish this final log. I beg thee, forgive my ramblings… 

Our people are doomed. Those terrible, wretched breathing stars have stolen our air and killed our world. We can hear them. The stars that is. They take slow, deep breaths. Guttural and raspy. They pull our air out into the cosmos for that… Thing. How can I describe to you the horror I felt laying my eyes upon It for the first time? How can I begin to describe to you how I felt when it… spoke to me. That terrible, gurgling voice… It’s words feel as if they have crawled through my flesh, making my very being a terrible vessel I wish not to inhabit for even a moment more. That voice will not leave my skull. I’ve grow delirious and my calloused mind has become a frenzied mess of sigils and visions I cannot and dare not try to make sense of. 
It sits out there. Waiting. Breathing in and out. In and out….” - Rhulugon the Sky Seeker