The spirit of despair and self hatred that takes hold of some people in the vast taiga forests and subarctic areas of Tellus, can be totally incapacitating. The winters being as harsh as they are, the spectre of cannibalism hovers over every head in the area. And, for those whose will was not as strong as their hunger, there is always the chance of being overcome by the entropic spirit of a Wendigo.   They grow horns, and their visage changes into a horrifying corruption of the natural order. They are ferocious looking, with pieces of bone poking through the skin of their face in strange places, and their twisted and elongated snoot often displays boney, poisoned spines that weep thick, viscous fluid.