All across these jagged pinnacles and mountains are spread long sheets of webbing, some spreading across ravines many yards wide. Some are always shaded from the light of Hysh, so many are the layers of web that stretch across it. And bodies hanging from it, their gear still strapped to the remains. Of those who ventured inside this canopy of silk, only very few returned, but all shared tales of hunting spiders, from smaller jumping-leggers to large aracknarocks… and large caverns dropping far into the gullet of the Dell.
Mistress of Pain
Aengellania sat in her study, the first time in quite a while since she's been absent from...
