Natural hazards and magical mishaps on the Plain of Glass
Aside from certain glass-wielding sorcerers and gigantic, white-hot glass worms (the molten cousins of sandworms), the Plain of Glass hosts a number of smaller but no less dangerous creatures:
watch out for the glazing lilies and pitcher plants, which have a disastrously captivating beauty
and especially the Trapper Tchotchke, which can instantly render anyone that touches it into its own brittle filigree.
And beware the omnipresent eyes, that seem to be in cahoots with all those scavengers that have somehow adapted to a silicate diet:
More at Dark Roasted Blend, which also has a fascinating little photo essay on glass art in natural history museums (a topic about which I should know more than I do), which pours petrol on my suspicion that it might’ve been ocean dioramas at AMNH that made HPL first think “you know, I bet I could do something with tentacles.” Or it might have been that he attended the First Church of Nyarlathotep as a child, I’m not sure.
ROLL FOR INITIATIVE!
More generally, Dioramas! Who does not love them is wicked lame.
Finally, in my own private Flash Gordon reality, Grace Jones is the Eternal Barbarian Queen and hula hoops are the Sacred Circlets of Authority, so this bit of reality bleed might be kinda my fault. Sorry about that, fans of normality.
I bet her maj is a big Grace fan.
That is all.