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@avernusbeau with âi thought that thing was dead!â (to gale)
The cave was large as it blanketed them; stalactites and mites alike aligned themselves with only the careful precision that nature would provide, concealing a fortress that rested beyond the porous walls. The ground was littered with webbing, bones, supplies from past travelers, he assumed.Â
The carcasses of those fallen prior to their excursion into the hollows had been the first large warning sign for the wizard.Â
Each line of webbing grew the further they traveled, and itâd become evident that amidst the rocky terrain of their journey, a queen spider housed itself right in the epicenter of the den. An opalescent blue, tinged with orange that zagged along its patternâ it was a ghastly fight, the usage of his firebolt becoming a gracious cast within his arsenal as heâd dethroned the bridges of silk from where they stood.
Truth be told toward the end of it all, he also assumed the spider to be dead. It stuttered in its movement, only to catapult itself in their direction for one last blow before heâd uttered an incantation for burning hands on the insect.Â
Pesky little things. Or, not little, in this case.
âIt seems we all may have had the same thoughts,â Gale let out a breath, his eyes scanning over the corpse of the beast as if to confirm once more that itâd been brought down. The scalding ripple of its flesh was a sign enough, as was the curl of its legs once itâd fully accepted the fate of its own demise against them. âThankfully, it is dead now. Unless it somehow uses some form of resurrectionâ which by now, I donât think there would be much to surprise me. But, letâs keep our fingers crossed and keep moving.â All of this to sayâ Gale did not like spiders that much. Moving beyond the nest of them was an exhilarating next step.
