The Apple-Head Dolls

Martin’s Hill, the tallest point in the area around Delvan’s Hollow, is home to a network of caves and caverns that stretch throughout it’s granite interior. In the early days of the town, they were home to a natural mine that reached into a small lead deposit, but after a decade of mining, was expired. The miners, however, did not clear everything out of the caverns before they left.

Martin’s Hill holds the road to Providence, worn down by wagon wheels and hoof prints, and cleared of trees and the larger boulders. The trail itself predates Delvan’s Hollow by about 15 years, and represents an old Indian path across the hill. During that time, it appealed to a lone Promethean, an Ulgan, who had set across the West listening to the spirits as he went. He found Martin’s Hill a beautiful place, and decided to lay his head there. As he crawled through a cavern, he found the recently deceased body of a Native American girl, her leg trapped in a cave in, dead of thirst. The Ulgan saw this as a sign from the otherside, and began to prepare the girl’s corpse.

It never worked. Her body split in four in convulsions, and the creatures that emerged set upon their creator deep in the caverns, incapacitating him. They were horrible, small creatures, their skin full of creases and bulbous heads lived in the mountainside, slowly carving away azoth from their creator until there was nothing left. These Pandorans, these Renders, were only seen by mortals once. A young girl stumbled upon them while looking for wildflowers on the mountain. She caused them to retreat into dormancy deep in the largest cavern, but she carried the tale of the monsters on the hill, monsters, she said, that looked like horrible apple-head dolls.

The Apple-Head Dolls

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