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There are many terrors native to Mars: the ravenous Roogie, the mysterious Magoo, the sly Knoe Shoshu. However, there is one beast that kills far more travellers than any other the craven Canal Shark. I am well acquainted with this almost mundane terror, ubiquitous as it is in the Martian canals. Although primarily a scavenger, it is a skilled opportunistic killer. Yet few Martians have ever been bothered by it; instead, it dines on the foolish and the unlucky, many of them men of Earth.
When I came to Mars, seeking challenge and adventure, I was not disappointed. Indeed, my fascination with the canal shark stems from an incident on the first expedition I was invited on. Part of the journey was via canal, and one day, not long after our noon meal, a Martian cabin boy fell overboard. He had been teasing the sharks with a bucket of slops, and slipped. My companions sprang to save the boy, dispatching a number of the beasts and rescuing him. He was badly mauled and nearly died. Between my poor skill and his rugged native constitution, he pulled through, though he lost his right foot. He is today my valet and assistant.
Naturally, this affair aroused my curiosity about the creatures, and I obtained a carcass to examine. My dissection revealed that the canal shark is not a fish, as one might assume by the name, but a sort of a finned reptile, much like the fish lizards of Venus. The one which I examined was a gravid female with a dozen eggs in her womb. When I opened the eggs to check their contents, I was astonished to find well-developed young. In this way, I am given to understand, they are rather like earthly sharks.
The odd contents of the stomach could have originated in a regular shark as well. I discovered a bit of broken native crockery, somehow tasty to the shark, and a great quantity of small pebbles. Apparently, the canal shark used them for ballast. I am grateful to Captain Meavus McCleod for suggesting this explanation to me. He reminded me that the crocodiles of Egypt use pebbles for ballast and to help them digest their food. Since the pebbles in the canal shark are smooth, they may also perform both functions as well.
The unusual thing about Martians is that, by and large, they have no fear of the sharks, despite the number of Europeans who have been eaten by these creatures. After some effort, I discovered that Martians make use of a native plant, the Oontha vine. Only mildly disgusting to the human nose, it repels canal sharks without fail. Oontha grows at the waterline of the canals, normally as a cluster of vines with very tough roots. When the canals are at high flow, the plant flowers and reproduces. At other times of the year, fragments of the plant can be found everywhere, washed up against levees, sewer-gratings and wharfs, clinging tenaciously. A species of small swimming rodent builds its nests out of the vines in urban areas.
My young assistant (Marzipan, as my sister Penelope named him for his favorite snack), had no Oontha paste to protect him that day as he went about his usual chores as a cabin boy. Poor lad, sent to do a dangerous if entertaining job. Such is the life of many poor Martian children. There is little one can do about it, but I have helped poor Marzipan, who now has a wooden foot and helps me as sort of a medical apprentice. He is a daily reminder to me of our mission to help and civilize his race, and do away with the terrors we can banish, unlike the canal shark: fear, hunger, and disease.
Posted Monday, 04-May-2009 19:50:06 EDT