Thursday, 28 February 2013
Guano made bombs in WW1
ICE FALL TRAVERSE
A barrier become a bridge. Will highlight as you cross and soon decay.
Converging winds knit a temporary frozen micro-climate. Water-dwellers caught half in half out. Freeze-thaw cracks ebmoss the stone. You can briefly climb across, or through. Its bright. he floor is knives and forks* of ice glimmering and glittering, casting back and fracturing your light, blinding you and winding. Thaws in d4 hours and will not freeze again for days.
A face-forward sidestepping crawl across the highest point.
Climbing with your face against the rock, moving across with darkness falling below. A roof crawl defined by its distance from the ground. A half-foot path, a foot turned lengthwise takes up half the space, a zig zag up. (At the top is someone selling something because everyone has been here before.) Press your hands against the cave roof for balance. Balance balance balance.
A piled white desert of fossilised poisonous shit.
Bats, birds or something worse. Cracks under your feet sometimes. Lots and lots of flesh eating grubs. Baby bones everywhere, bird or bat being devoured. It has their attention for now. Fungal infections, Incapacitating smell. You weep yellow tears. Anyone who lies bleeding in the dirt is fucked.. Now or later. Blinding chemical dust.
Bends and twists like an elephants trunk fiddling with a twig.
Elephant-sized, you could throw one down. Tusk-curved stalactites line the walls arranged in radial spirals like the saarlacs mouth. Tips vibrate with distant hums and clue you in to secret falls. They quiver like tuning forks and moan sadly. Remind you of things you forgot long ago. Two small holes lead out, each going to a different path.
Poylhedral cave, the exit blocked by a giant crystal.
Shape of the cave is whichever platonic solid you pull blindly out of your dice bag or pocket, tilted on its point. The crystal piston spikes through like a brass tack pinning it to the ground. Vibrating like giant quartz watch. Clues to the movement. converge with insane hums like a galactic bee. Crystal stack shivering thumb-blurs like hornet wings, growing like contractions. Humming and crackling. Goes apeshit if you try to break it. Days sometimes. Possible truce area. Tracks, fire pits, score marks on the walls. The test is waiting. It will hover out rhythmically in d6 days, obeying hidden laws.