081 - Toxic Spawnling

Sea of Acids. Perhaps one of the most inhospitable place on the face of Posterra, and trust me - that is a highly contested title in these ruined realms. Vast plains of corrosive sands roiling around lakes and pools of toxins, acids and thaumic refuse, shimmering the very air, emitting phantasmal clouds of anti-life. One could easily assume that such place must nigh devoid of the living, but once again, when there is madness, magic and xenotech, there is a way. Various insects and reptiles adapted to this impossible landscae, thriving in the chlorine, sulfuric air it belches and hunting for various deadly plants that also managed to somehow find uncanny nourishment in the poisoned grounds. And then, the Golems came. Already highly durable, made of stone, metal and earth, they were lost, forgotten and left behind by their masters which has a solid excuse in being dead. The golems slowly, impossibly so, managed to emerge free from the terrible limitations of their beings, finding not exactly free will, but a desire to imitate it. And trhey changed. Their bodies swollen with new forms, blisters and pockets of potent acids filling their bloated forms which, despite their rigidity, began to melt slowly, growing softer and oozing as the various chemical agents change their very being. Now they are a peculiar mockery of life, peaceful in their own ways, but dangerous just to be around, stuck in self-afflicted solitude by their very nature.