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.
Middle of the road
‘Sigrid stood at the gates to the inner city, clutching her gun tightly as the people gathered around before the regiment. They all looked rabid and malnourished as they clutched makeshift weapons. They yelled things and threw objects at the gates. The crowd grew louder and larger, and they threw more stones and loose pipes. Until a gunshot sounded, and a man in front of her fell. The crowd roared, and she was swept up in a flood of bodies.’
