TTRPG creations: 149/365: Salt Bog Mosquito

Salt Bog Mosquito

Fickle flies flit around salt swamps. Deep croaking frogs float on fungi and leap on lillypads. Cranes crane necks looking to collect crabs and crayfish. Beaten up boats bounce along the water. Fisherman let fly as they fly fish catching flying fish.

A distant dark droning fills the air, horrid, thick and dense. A warping warbling whirling, like a thousand mayflies beating wings in unison. The swamp goes still then explodes in a flurry. Birds barricade themselves in trees. Frogs dive down into the fetid depths. Men white knuckled row to cover.

It descends over the trees, the four wings a blur of movement stir up branches. Leathery plates pin cushioned by huge horrible hairs. Skin a translucent white .Thousands green fractal eyes gaze. The horrid metre long proboscis on its face and hands. The size of a wagon it barrels through the air.

It dive bombs towards the dingy dinghy. Mortal terror takes control as the fisherman leap overboard. The speared fist punches out lancing through breast and bone. Liquid sucked out, the man becomes mummified. The insect swells deep red before excreting the plasma.