Quick as a flash, Miklos released his spell at the eight legged monstrosity. Layer upon layer of twisting translucent magic curled around its horned carapace. It lurched and struggled, but then shook off the effects of the spell.
As Miklos exhaled, his eyes widened. Apparently this encounter was not going to be so easy!
Maruc feared this creature was not in fact responsible for the marching noise. As his eyes looked to the cavern entrance, he saw a crowd of a dozen orcs come round the corner. The orcs were outfitted entirely in black, with white flourescent paint in the patterns of spider webbing drawn onto their armor. Web tattoos decorated their faces. Bearing torches, they had been guiding the beast back to its lair.
With a steely look, Hernane glared at the spider that she knew had killed and most likely eaten many of her friends. She would show Feldard that she was no damsel requiring rescue but a warrior as every bit as brave and courageous as he was. She was still armed with her hand axe, since she had managed to sheath it even as the spider had ensnared her in its paralytic webbing.
Feldard quickly strode forward toward the front when Hernane darted forward right in his path.
“Hernane! Get out of the way!”
Stephan quickly re-lit his torch with the still burning lantern. He held the torch as a shield, and raised his blade. His mind raced as he considered possible battle tactics. Ahead of the group was a giant spider that was trapped between the fire-bearing orcs and he and his friends.