Young Jacob Hurst would like me “to put to bed,
once and for all, the actual involvement (or non-involvement) of salt dryads in
the formation of the Lechugilla Caverns”
Well of course I can, I could have done that at
any time from memory.
Of course the only reason the Lechuguilla caverns exist
is because of the deal struck between the hydrocarbon ghosts of the salt dryads
and the deep Sulphur Lords from the earths core.
After facing the extinction of their kind and
being trapped in the slowly forming oilfields that tectonics crushed from their
dead and sunken forests, the Dryads embarked upon a grand seduction. They
learnt the patterns of the deep-earth elementals that exist outside the surface
world. The true elementals, not of fire or stone or water but Lords of Plutonium, Knights of Sulphur,
Tyrants of Antimony. The toxic deep elements that poison organic life. The
Dryads spent a million years learning the alien desires and crushing loneliness
of the heavy metal elementals. They became courtesans.
The caverns were composed over millennia by
Sulphuric acid leaking from below, with only the narrowest gaps left for oxygen
to percolate from above. Conditions were maximised for intense speleogenesis. The
development of Speleothems of every kind. The caverns were designed for this as
these almost-organic growths of calcite, aragonite, iron, copper and crystal,
are the new ‘trees’ of those lost prehistoric dryads. They form the body and
the home.
Imagine ice crystallising randomly in a water tank
in a woman’s shape. Jags of interlocking fractal spikes following the curved
space. Meshing but never touching. Brittle but unharmed. The crystals leech
minerals from the rock which stains them red, yellow, blue and a hundred other
shades.
Touching them would be like pushing your hand into
a closely grown bush, or jamming your finger into a vase of thorny roses
tightly packed.
They are perching on edges, curled and crouched
erratically. Some coiled and turning as if frozen in mid-dance. They have hearts
of valuable black diamond and eyes like tiny broken geodes with hexagonal
crystals of olivine, chromium and jale.
They are the ghosts of doomed forests and regarded
by normal dryads as something between a vampire, a saint and a holocaust
survivor. Their company is not sought. Which is as they wish.
They are incredibly polite, conciliatory and
precise. Like a Jane Austen dinner scene. By meeting them you may have signed your
death warrant.
The caverns are a kind of harem of the Toxic
Elementals, if a harem was taken over by its women. You are not meant to be
there. They Dryads are unbelievably fragile, none has more than one hit point. The
socialites of the silent reaches guard their safety and their privacy with
ferocious murder. As soon as you leave, they will contact their boyfriends to
arrange your death.
Toxic
Boyfriends
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Element
Type
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Nature of Boyfriend
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1 Plutonium
2 Arsenic
3Chlorine
4 Sulphur
5 Flourine
6 Lead
7 Selenium
8 Antimony
9 Cadmium
10 Chromium
11 Radium
12 Europium
|
1 Thug
2 Finance Bro
3 Rock-Star
4 Crimelord
5 Cardinal
6 Assasin
7 Scally
8 Privileged Addict
9 PTSD Vet
10 Brain-damaged Wrestler
11 Hipster
12 Thug
|
The boyfriends remind me of the toxic elementals from Shadowrun, somewhat...
ReplyDeleteGreat place to put into a campaign.
Oh, and maybe there is some contact with mad alchemists or evil gnomes (or evil gnomes that are mad alchemist) with the salt dryads trading the seed of their lovers against things a mad alchemist or evil gnome could provide to them. Whatever it is, that salt dryads would desire to have...
This is a fantastic work of creativity. The kind that makes feel jealous and awed all at the same time. This is awesome.
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