Aside from the Spiders, we're all fine here!
30 November 2006-
We killed off the creepy welcoming committee and entered the web canopy, which descends from the masts of a tall ship which has somehow ended up beached far inland (the details are sketchy). Anyway, once inside, we made a beeline for the ranger's girlfriend's house, which is also the home of the entomologist wizard who sent the distress call. All were fine, and the wizard is apparently an arachnophile whose casual attitude toward a horde of pony-sized spiders enveloping the town is laid back to the point of criminal insanity. Once we all squeezed inside (it must have been snug in there with the centaur) his small house, he cheerfully informed us that he knows nothing of import about why the wards failed, nor does he seem even mildly concerned. Instead, we decided to go to the center of town, where the ship has been turned into a bar, run by the de facto mayor.
Our sprint across town was uneventful, and we made it to the bar intact, where we sauntered in and ordered drinks, determined not to be out-cooled by the locals, who seem to be taking their situation with remarkable calm. There we discovered that there is a major spider hive (oh, joy!) nearby, and that a group of townspeople headed that direction on the night the spiders took over, although we don't know if they went willingly, under duress, or even under some sort of enchantment. We also don't know if they are somehow the cause of the spiders invading the town, or if they left as a result of the spiders' invasion. As you may have guessed, however, that is our only avenue of exploration, and so we reluctantly decided that our next logical step is to head over and have a look.
My kingdom for a pulse rifle.
We killed off the creepy welcoming committee and entered the web canopy, which descends from the masts of a tall ship which has somehow ended up beached far inland (the details are sketchy). Anyway, once inside, we made a beeline for the ranger's girlfriend's house, which is also the home of the entomologist wizard who sent the distress call. All were fine, and the wizard is apparently an arachnophile whose casual attitude toward a horde of pony-sized spiders enveloping the town is laid back to the point of criminal insanity. Once we all squeezed inside (it must have been snug in there with the centaur) his small house, he cheerfully informed us that he knows nothing of import about why the wards failed, nor does he seem even mildly concerned. Instead, we decided to go to the center of town, where the ship has been turned into a bar, run by the de facto mayor.
Our sprint across town was uneventful, and we made it to the bar intact, where we sauntered in and ordered drinks, determined not to be out-cooled by the locals, who seem to be taking their situation with remarkable calm. There we discovered that there is a major spider hive (oh, joy!) nearby, and that a group of townspeople headed that direction on the night the spiders took over, although we don't know if they went willingly, under duress, or even under some sort of enchantment. We also don't know if they are somehow the cause of the spiders invading the town, or if they left as a result of the spiders' invasion. As you may have guessed, however, that is our only avenue of exploration, and so we reluctantly decided that our next logical step is to head over and have a look.
My kingdom for a pulse rifle.
posted by Brucifer | 7:35 PM
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