Books and a Black Widow

Ludo followed the party into the library, seeing the webs strung across the room he said “Hasan, does your keen eyesight see anything untoward”? He reached across and savagely broke off a piece of the bannister that was brittle with age. Ludo returned to the room where the body of Vlaak lay on the floor, he quickly and crudely made a torch from the worn curtains, lit the torch and returned to where Maruc was standing at the top of the wide staircase. “Where there are webs, there are usually spiders or other creepy crawlies, a bit of flame should help keep them at bay I suspect.”

Stephan spied the dusty tomes lining the walls. He could never imagine reading so much. “Least there’s no cubes here. Nice and unswept. Like a proper ruin.”

He scanned the ceiling. Gossamer webs drifted lightly in the air now disturbed by their entry and the upwelling heat of Ludo’s torch.

“I don’t see any jackal-headed statues here either….” he grinned sheepishly; grateful that the others probably could not see his flushed face.

Stephan hefted his shield and tested the heft of his sword. Making sure his footing was solid, he carefully took a couple steps down. It was a thrill, in a way, to be the first to step into this arcane place. Racks of mouldering, dusty scrolls and books lined the walls of the room, all of the coated with thick strands of web.

Feldard descended the steps after the group. He was still sour that his efforts with Vlaak had been for naught, and after all that he wasn’t even the one who got to finish off the foul thing. He’d thought Hasan had some magic in mind with his “great dog ghosts”. But whatever that had been, was cut short by their newest member. Feldard was beginning wonder about him.

Hasan paused to search through the bookshelves. The elf’s examination of the brittle covers, faded parchment, and unfamiliar languages left him with little more than a loud sneeze for his troubles.

Ludo having completed his makeshift torch, proceeded down the steps into the library. Holding the torch aloft, he moved over to the bookshelves. Carefully pulling a book out at random he opened a page and studied the manuscript trying to decipher the words on the page. “Hasan, Maruc, have you ever come across a language like this before? It’s like something I have never seen.”

From what the rogue could tell, the books were filled with records of innumerable births, marriages and deaths, but of what nationality or race, he had no clue.

Not being too much for books and seeing the dwarf going to check out the door on the right, Stephan made his way to the door on the left. He kept a wary eye on the webs draping from the ceiling.

Meanwhile, the elf and dwarf approached the southern door, when to their right they heard the sound of quick skittering movement. From a dark corner of the library, a giant black widow emerged from behind the webbing.



Filed under D&D, Dungeons & Dragons, rpg

15 responses to “Books and a Black Widow

  1. 11:58pm, Moldain, the 21st of Thaumont, 1001AC
    Clear, dry, hot and windy.

    Stephan +6hp

    Maruc: 10xp
    Miklos: 10xp
    Feldard: 10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+5xp
    Stephan: 10xp+5xp
    Ludo: 10xp+5xp+10xp

    Maruc: 22,170/24000
    Miklos: 22,240/40000
    Feldard: 22,505/34000
    Hasan: 21,760/32000
    Stephan: 21,505/32000
    Ludo: 21,000/40,000

  2. Hasan

    “You see it, Feldard,” shouted Hasan. “Watch the bite,” he muttered, as he charged forward, swinging the great blade taken from Vlaak. The blade swung through the air with a lust as great as the Feldard’s ax, the two weapons making a glorious harmony as the hacked into the spider.

  3. Ludo

    Ludo turned towards the commotion and saw Hasan and Feldard hotly engaed in melee with the biggest spider he had ever seen.

    He dropped the book he was holding, drew his sword and charged into the melee holding his torch in front of him yelling to Stephen for assistance.

  4. Stephan

    Hearing the commotion across the room as well as Ludo’s yell for help, Stephan lunged into the fray. The four companions soon had the wicked spider cornered and wounded.

    Stephan was enjoying this. “We’ll soon be done with this beast!” he yelled to the others. His words had a hollow ring, however, since the creature, despite wounds, moved with incredible speed through the dense webbing and disappeared.

    “Where did it go?!”, Stephan said with obvious alarm in his voice. An eerie quiet fell over the chambre. The party watched the thick webs on the ceiling. A slight scratch from above and to the left caused them all to jerk their heads in unison to see what it may be. Then, with all eyes pointed east, the widow silently dropped from behind, landing on Stephan’s back.

    “Aaarrrrgh!”, Stephan whirled trying to get the thing off his back. Despite its size, the spider was light. Stephan could feel its coarse hairs against his neck. The fangs lunged but his movement through it off for a split second. The bite drove deep into his pack.

  5. Feldard

    With Stephan spinning about like top, Feldard, found himself suddenly a few feet behind the human warrior as the spider bit into the pack. With grunt, Feldard ran forward, swinging his axe in an upward angled stroke to bite deep into the red hourglass mark at the spiders underbelly which was clearly visible from it’s position atop of Stephen.

    The spider thrashed suddenly, dropping from Stephen’s pack, it’s legs curling instinctively underneath it. “Finish it now, before it can recover.”

  6. Stephan

    Turning in a rage, Stephan gripped the hilt of his sword with two hands; the blade pointed down in the battle-field execution position. The motion was fluid and rapid; the veteran’s muscle-memory from myriad battles coming into play. Bending his knees and clenching his back, Stephan thrust the sword clean through the widow’s abdomen and into a crack between the flagstones. A sickly fluid erupted from the cut in the spider’s thick hide. Those nearby instinctively turned to avoid getting the substance in the eyes or mouth.

    Stephan jerked his blade free from the mess and took two step back, not fully believing the spider would not yet leap to the attack. After he was assured of the creature’s demise, he eyed his sword tip. “I’ll have to work on that a bit. Lucky at least that I hit between the flagstones.”

    [note, in my last post, I meant “threw”, not “through”…that typing muscle memory did me wrong…]

  7. Stephan

    Stephan gave the dwarf a brief inspection. “Nice axe work, there. Good to have around.”

  8. Ludo

    Ludo wiped the spider goo off his tunic, “this place is fill of surprises” he muttered to no in paticular. “The books seem to be records of births and deaths of the people that used to live here, there is nothing of value here. I suggest we move on but with a little bit more caution”, he said looking at Hasan and Feldard in turn.

  9. Feldard

    The dwarf met the rogues’ gaze steadily then gave a snort. “Yes, of course… because an excess of caution would have prevented all these creature-guards from attacking.” The dwarf gave his blade quick wipe then turned back to the door to the south and opened it striking through, ready to take on whatever came next.


  10. Feldard

    (bah- striking = striding)

  11. Ludo

    Ludo looked on at Feldard as he moved through the door, shrugged his shoulders and kept his tongue, he figured that a retort would do more harm than good.

  12. Maruc

    Maruc bearly glanced across the library to see the melle ensuing. Only toward the end of the fight did he make out the poor unfortunate that had lept out to brave the party. Halav protects, he mubbled to himself and drew another book. More communal records.

    He sighed and stalked over to the balled arachnid. “Doubtless Miklos, font of all knowledge, will tell us species, gender and the names of its parents. Ahh here he comes now.”

  13. miklosdostevar

    The mage looked over the armoured priest’s shoulder. “Its a black spider. What more do you want to know?” he snapped,”The state of its health? Give Ludo a few moments alone with it and he have its glands out.” He eye’d the wily rogue. “And this, he said expansively at the room in general, is a waste of paper, who wants to know whose uncle is whoms? I’m no geneoligist.” Frustrated he turned to the elf. “And what makes you think that he,” he gestured the the priest, ” would know anything not written in his own language? This stuff is old Traladarian if I’m any student.”

  14. Hasan

    “Traladaran you say? That would surprise me,” the elf looked curiously at the mage. “These ancients would have been a strange people then. The statatues in the throne room down were common animals, just a dog. What man would worship a creature so unlike him? To see power in a great dragon or a mighty lion is not uncommon, but to see that in an ordinary cur? No, I think this tower belonged to some race that wasn’t human.”

    The elf walked beside the mage, musing on the origin of the strange tower the walked. They exited the room, leaving the thief to his autoposy.

  15. Sorry for the delay guys. Been out of town. Will get something up sometime soon.

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