Petmailer turns to the others, "Let's see if we can heal Derendil! Please come help." Petmailer puts away his bow and walks toward the mimic, pulling the quaggoth free and assessing him. He examines the body of the mimic.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Tanis will move quickly to Derendil attempt to help anyone attempting Medicine to revive or stabilize the fallen quaggoth, in case Shoowaa'sGoodberry approach did not work. Given that Kisiki is a cleric and potential healer, he looks to the lizardfolk to perform the Medicine check.
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Phodoxia cheers as the mimic goes down, and races as fast as she can over the slipping sliding swaying webs, racing Shoowaa there with his goodberries. "Is he alive? Is he alive?" she shouts excitedly. And a little glow of light, warm and excitable as well, seems to move over Derendil's still form even as the goblin is still scrambling towards him.
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Seeing that the hurt are being taken care of Vrah calms down and moves toward the dead mimic and will sift through its dead body to see if it had anything of worth hidden inside.
Petmailer and Vrah look over the now lifeless body of the mimic. It slowly loses its form and devolves into a gray, amorphous, sticky blob that oozes through the webs and drips toward the cavern below.
As you all gather around Derendil and help get him back to his feet, Spiderbait says "It's been too dangerous out here. The webs are always dangerous, but they aren't usually this active. We don't normally like to give up our best hiding spots, but if we can make it to the other side of the cavern, we have a nice little cave that should just fit the party. It will be a little crowded, but the entrance is mostly hidden and it's easy to defend." He looks at his partner. "Yuk-yuk has had a rough go of it and that quaggoth looks even worse. If you all can push on for an hour or two, we can get to a safe place to rest."
Assuming there are no objections, the party can get there safely in the amount of time he estimated. You still have a distance you will need to travel down the length of the cavern tomorrow, but you can get a long rest in tonight and start out in the morning.
Feel free to role play any interactions you want to have in the cave. Overnight, you will discover that the adventures you've had and the challenges you've faced have unleashed new abilities and strengths within each of you (everybody goes up to level 3!)
Kisiki approaches the dying Quaggoth, but is glad to see his help isn't needed. "Ah... Elven fortitude. You are a credit to your people, Prince."
He looks to his party: "We have done well today. Semuanya guides our hands, but they are still our hands, and they have struck deep into the hearts of the enemies of the Cycle. It becomes ever clearer that we will escape this place."
When they reach the cave, Tanis eats a goodberry and hands out his remaining six to whoever needs them. He casts the goodberry spell once more to create ten more for tomorrow, then wordlessly curls up and almost instantly falls deeply asleep, exhausted more in mind and spirit than body.
----- -----
He dreams the old dream. The new dream. The one he has dreamt his whole life. The one he has dreamt for less than a tenday. Down here in the darkness.
Never again. He feels his eyes becoming pale and distended and huge until they blend into the rest of his bloated face, like the blind fish he has seen in these lightless subterranean streams. As wide as his eyes had been when his mother had opened the oven to bring out her delicious, fresh bread. As huge as they had gotten when Markham Southwell, the old man, had made him a scout and sent him chasing after the duergar in the Underdark. Where his eyes had somehow become bigger still, bigger than he himself was before vanishing altogether in the muck that had become his amorphous body.
An ooze has no need for an eye. Flesh for the Faceless Lord.
He senses his skin growing as pale as a maggot's. Or was it as dark as a drow's? Drow as prisoners of other drow. Invisible in the darkness. Hiding in the caves. Hiding in the woods back home. Back in the Ten Towns. Icewind Dale. No one could find Tanis unless he wanted to be found. You can't kill what you can't see. Embrace the gloom. For never again will you see and feel the warm glow of daylight.
Strike deep into the hearts of the enemies, Kisiki says. Embrace the gloom in ambush as the darkmantles had. Hide in plain sight as the mimics and the gas spores do. Sensing without light as the spiders on their webs of silk spanning a chasm of blackness that goes on forever...
Tanis is no longer a prisoner. No. Never again. He and his friends had escaped Ilvara and her minions. For now. Into the trackless tunnels they had fled.
Escape is but a slower death. He feels rather than hears the vicious sneering. Snarling. A familiar, hated voice, not his own.
Aye, a slower death until it is a fast one, Buppido continues as he looks at Tanis murderously, mouth and eyes and throat bleeding from half a hundred mortal wounds. Watch your back, half-elf, you have to sleep sometime, the derro cackles. You are all mad! Every single one of you!
We had to kill you, Tanis pleads. Because you would have killed us. The relentless rule of the Underdark. The rule of madness and demons and the final depths of the Abyss where the gloom reaches its inky nadir.
There is no escape from Velkynvelve without the the demons to distract the drow. There is no escape from the Underdark without the Abyss. Will I gaze into the Abyss before I see the sun again, he wonders? For when you gaze into the Abyss, the Abyss gazes back into you. The only way to return to the light is to pass first into the shadow. Body and soul. Gloom Stalker.
----- -----
Tanis wakes, weeping, though he does not know why. He stands up when it is his turn at watch. Strangely, he is not visible at all, not even to darkvision until he steps into an area of dim light. He holds his longbow in a white-knuckled grip, standing perfectly still. Staring out into darkness.
Petmailer is thankful for the rest in the cave. He checks on Derendil before he goes into his relaxing trance, curious to see how the quaggoth is doing. He sits cross legged with his back against the cave wall and begins to take deep breaths..
Curiosity, always dragging me deeper, getting me in trouble. Just now, almost got myself and the quaggoth killed. And it got you found out and thrown in jail, right? His mind takes him back to a walk on the border, he’s in his shadow sentinel armor, bow in hand, watching for monsters and criminals encroaching on the outskirts of their land in the underdark. He always felt better with his bow in his hand, and now a different kind of power is awakening in him, he can feel it in his arms..
Who is pulling our strings in the dark? Has house Baenre been infiltrated by some demon? Flesh for the Faceless Lord. When I uncovered the political plays taking place and the alliance with the Zhentarim, I obviously miscalculated, opened my mouth a little too much. It is time to do my part to lead these people to safety, to expose what is happening and set it aright. I have been given power, a power I don’t understand. But I am to use it and curb my curiosities and weaknesses. Now.
He comes awake and looks through the dark and gloom, fully rested, looks out of the mouth of the cave, for any spider movement along the webs or signs of pursuit. His bow is in his lap, he tests it and finds that there is an odd arcane energy, a oneness that he feels with his weapon, channeling power through his arms into it. Yes! Allow me to protect these people! He is refreshed and ready to go.
Vethna accepts a goodberry from Tanis, then settles in, her legs curled under her as she looks out of the cave mouth into the web-filled area beyond. She is quiet,lost inher own thoughts as she considers everything that has happened up to this point. After a bit she turns her eyes towards the interior of the little cave, taking in the companions she has found herself with. She considers them thoughtfully as she relaxes for a bit, wondering just what they had gotten into down here. She too had lived in these pathways for some time and it truly was getting more dangerous, not that it was not always deadly down here, but not to this extent. She lets out a sigh, reaching back to loosen the braid she has been keeping her long black hair in, the loose strands tumbling free. Pulling a brush from her pack, she begins to brush her hair.
"I can take first watch if you want." Vethna offers to the others. She was not as hurt as some of them, so figured those more hurt than herself could rest right away. She would spend her watch looking out into the web-filled area beyond the cave, and listening for any signs of danger. Then she would wake up whomever was next in the watch order, before curling up in a corner of the cave and going to sleep herself.
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Phodoxia sinks down in relief when the group reaches the cave. She'll set up her camp in a corner away from the others (with Shoowaa, according to their old pattern, if he is still inclined), closer to their goblin hosts than to her own group. "Thanks so much for your hospitality," she says warmly to Spiderbait, and even as she does, a shimmering flicker of radiant light passes over Yuk-yuk, soothing his pain and closing his wounds. She acts like she had nothing to do with it, though.
"That was pretty gross when you turned into a spider," Phodoxia says to Shoowaa. "Does it creep you out? But it was neat how you could feel the webs. It must be interesting to talk to animals."
Whenever it's her turn to sleep, she dozes off immediately, only to wake into a strange dream. The long, stringing span of silk webbing through the oppressively dark cave turns into a forest of stretching branches and hanging vines, the darkness giving way to a soft, otherworldly glow, dancing lights twinkling through the dense foliage. Even though she knows she's dreaming, she feels relieved to be out of that dark cave.
Several feet away she sees him again. His soft white glow culminating in the spiral horn on his head. Facing her, staring. It's too dark! she finds herself calling out. In response, the unicorn points its ears and starts walking towards her, and the light comes with it, brighter and warmer. Birds chirping and singing in the surrounding trees begin to call out, Wait for the light, wait for the light! Don't move until you see the light, so the snakes don't eat you!
Phodoxia wakes up, and she can see perfectly, twice as far as she could before, into the darkness. She smiles. I can see the light!
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Exhausted from all the battles in the webs, you all are surprised at how well you sleep. The next morning, you find you're sore in strange places from all the walking in the webs and trying to keep yourself balanced. You're all a bit reluctant to leave the firm stone floor of the small cave you slept in, but you know you'll have to traverse more of the web to get where you need to and get back on track.
Spiderbait tells you that he thinks you can get to where you need to in about 8-10 hours, depending on how much trouble you encounter. Yuk-yuk still seems to be getting his strength back. You have some provisions left from various fungi you've harvested that can make a decent breakfast. Shuusharr is up early again to make some spore bread and grill some other mushrooms. That food supplemented with the good berries provides you with the basic nutrition you need, even if it isn't the most hearty of meals.
Spiderbait and Yuk-yuk have a further conversation with Sarith about the passages you are trying to reach. The plan was to get to a major tunnel on this side of the large chasm. It will get you back on course to reach the Dark Lake. You'll have to travel a couple of miles down the length of the chasm, then also descend down to a lower level of the webs to arrive at your destination.
Unless you all want to have any more conversations before heading out, you can begin what will hopefully be your final day in the Silken Paths.
Anyone wanting to scout or keep an eye out for possible trouble can roll perception checks.
This is a check for Eldeth who wants to be in the front of the party when it sets out. 24
Phodoxia jumps up early to help Shuushar make the strange fungal breakfast. She borrows some goodberries from Shoowaa to decorate the heaping portions of spore bread that she brings to Yuk-yuk and Derendil, abashed somehow at their injuries, at the whole state of things down here, so grating from what they ought to be.
"I'm very relieved," she says conversationally to Spiderbait, "I can see in the dark now... even better than before. I think I learned my lesson from those dark mantles. Sometimes even the dark goes too dark, down here."
When the party starts moving again, she sticks close to the other goblins, and as they travel she asks Shoowaa more questions about what it's like climbing on the webs like a spider.
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Tanis continues rear-scouting, now with 90' darkvision. In the dark, out of the range of any light, he is invisible so that not even those with darkvision can see him. He checks back occasionally, speaking quietly to the main group so they know he's still there.
Kisiki bumbles along the webbed path in the darkness; his focus is lit with his god's gift of the sun, but he has it squeezed tight in his fist again to hide the group. He speaks to no one in particular, "These spiders grow large and fat, yet there are very few insects here. None of them heeded the call to obey the Cycle yesterday... that is not good. There is a dark influence at play here that caring for these spiders."
Shoowaa will rush to the Prince and shoves a goodberry to his mouth.
Petmailer turns to the others, "Let's see if we can heal Derendil! Please come help." Petmailer puts away his bow and walks toward the mimic, pulling the quaggoth free and assessing him. He examines the body of the mimic.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Tanis will move quickly to Derendil attempt to help anyone attempting Medicine to revive or stabilize the fallen quaggoth, in case Shoowaa's Goodberry approach did not work. Given that Kisiki is a cleric and potential healer, he looks to the lizardfolk to perform the Medicine check.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Derendil's fate will come down to this roll
15
23
Phodoxia cheers as the mimic goes down, and races as fast as she can over the slipping sliding swaying webs, racing Shoowaa there with his goodberries. "Is he alive? Is he alive?" she shouts excitedly. And a little glow of light, warm and excitable as well, seems to move over Derendil's still form even as the goblin is still scrambling towards him.
Healing Light: 2
Seeing that the hurt are being taken care of Vrah calms down and moves toward the dead mimic and will sift through its dead body to see if it had anything of worth hidden inside.
Investigation: 8
or Perception: 18
Petmailer and Vrah look over the now lifeless body of the mimic. It slowly loses its form and devolves into a gray, amorphous, sticky blob that oozes through the webs and drips toward the cavern below.
As you all gather around Derendil and help get him back to his feet, Spiderbait says "It's been too dangerous out here. The webs are always dangerous, but they aren't usually this active. We don't normally like to give up our best hiding spots, but if we can make it to the other side of the cavern, we have a nice little cave that should just fit the party. It will be a little crowded, but the entrance is mostly hidden and it's easy to defend." He looks at his partner. "Yuk-yuk has had a rough go of it and that quaggoth looks even worse. If you all can push on for an hour or two, we can get to a safe place to rest."
Assuming there are no objections, the party can get there safely in the amount of time he estimated. You still have a distance you will need to travel down the length of the cavern tomorrow, but you can get a long rest in tonight and start out in the morning.
Feel free to role play any interactions you want to have in the cave. Overnight, you will discover that the adventures you've had and the challenges you've faced have unleashed new abilities and strengths within each of you (everybody goes up to level 3!)
Vrah looks around the group and notices that all of them are a bit battered and bruised, "We agree, a nights rest would help us all, lead on."
Kisiki approaches the dying Quaggoth, but is glad to see his help isn't needed. "Ah... Elven fortitude. You are a credit to your people, Prince."
He looks to his party: "We have done well today. Semuanya guides our hands, but they are still our hands, and they have struck deep into the hearts of the enemies of the Cycle. It becomes ever clearer that we will escape this place."
When they reach the cave, Tanis eats a goodberry and hands out his remaining six to whoever needs them. He casts the goodberry spell once more to create ten more for tomorrow, then wordlessly curls up and almost instantly falls deeply asleep, exhausted more in mind and spirit than body.
----- -----
He dreams the old dream. The new dream. The one he has dreamt his whole life. The one he has dreamt for less than a tenday. Down here in the darkness.
Never again. He feels his eyes becoming pale and distended and huge until they blend into the rest of his bloated face, like the blind fish he has seen in these lightless subterranean streams. As wide as his eyes had been when his mother had opened the oven to bring out her delicious, fresh bread. As huge as they had gotten when Markham Southwell, the old man, had made him a scout and sent him chasing after the duergar in the Underdark. Where his eyes had somehow become bigger still, bigger than he himself was before vanishing altogether in the muck that had become his amorphous body.
An ooze has no need for an eye. Flesh for the Faceless Lord.
He senses his skin growing as pale as a maggot's. Or was it as dark as a drow's? Drow as prisoners of other drow. Invisible in the darkness. Hiding in the caves. Hiding in the woods back home. Back in the Ten Towns. Icewind Dale. No one could find Tanis unless he wanted to be found. You can't kill what you can't see. Embrace the gloom. For never again will you see and feel the warm glow of daylight.
Strike deep into the hearts of the enemies, Kisiki says. Embrace the gloom in ambush as the darkmantles had. Hide in plain sight as the mimics and the gas spores do. Sensing without light as the spiders on their webs of silk spanning a chasm of blackness that goes on forever...
Tanis is no longer a prisoner. No. Never again. He and his friends had escaped Ilvara and her minions. For now. Into the trackless tunnels they had fled.
Escape is but a slower death. He feels rather than hears the vicious sneering. Snarling. A familiar, hated voice, not his own.
Aye, a slower death until it is a fast one, Buppido continues as he looks at Tanis murderously, mouth and eyes and throat bleeding from half a hundred mortal wounds. Watch your back, half-elf, you have to sleep sometime, the derro cackles. You are all mad! Every single one of you!
We had to kill you, Tanis pleads. Because you would have killed us. The relentless rule of the Underdark. The rule of madness and demons and the final depths of the Abyss where the gloom reaches its inky nadir.
There is no escape from Velkynvelve without the the demons to distract the drow. There is no escape from the Underdark without the Abyss. Will I gaze into the Abyss before I see the sun again, he wonders? For when you gaze into the Abyss, the Abyss gazes back into you. The only way to return to the light is to pass first into the shadow. Body and soul. Gloom Stalker.
----- -----
Tanis wakes, weeping, though he does not know why. He stands up when it is his turn at watch. Strangely, he is not visible at all, not even to darkvision until he steps into an area of dim light. He holds his longbow in a white-knuckled grip, standing perfectly still. Staring out into darkness.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Petmailer is thankful for the rest in the cave. He checks on Derendil before he goes into his relaxing trance, curious to see how the quaggoth is doing. He sits cross legged with his back against the cave wall and begins to take deep breaths..
Curiosity, always dragging me deeper, getting me in trouble. Just now, almost got myself and the quaggoth killed. And it got you found out and thrown in jail, right? His mind takes him back to a walk on the border, he’s in his shadow sentinel armor, bow in hand, watching for monsters and criminals encroaching on the outskirts of their land in the underdark. He always felt better with his bow in his hand, and now a different kind of power is awakening in him, he can feel it in his arms..
Who is pulling our strings in the dark? Has house Baenre been infiltrated by some demon? Flesh for the Faceless Lord. When I uncovered the political plays taking place and the alliance with the Zhentarim, I obviously miscalculated, opened my mouth a little too much. It is time to do my part to lead these people to safety, to expose what is happening and set it aright. I have been given power, a power I don’t understand. But I am to use it and curb my curiosities and weaknesses. Now.
He comes awake and looks through the dark and gloom, fully rested, looks out of the mouth of the cave, for any spider movement along the webs or signs of pursuit. His bow is in his lap, he tests it and finds that there is an odd arcane energy, a oneness that he feels with his weapon, channeling power through his arms into it. Yes! Allow me to protect these people! He is refreshed and ready to go.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Vethna accepts a goodberry from Tanis, then settles in, her legs curled under her as she looks out of the cave mouth into the web-filled area beyond. She is quiet,lost inher own thoughts as she considers everything that has happened up to this point. After a bit she turns her eyes towards the interior of the little cave, taking in the companions she has found herself with. She considers them thoughtfully as she relaxes for a bit, wondering just what they had gotten into down here. She too had lived in these pathways for some time and it truly was getting more dangerous, not that it was not always deadly down here, but not to this extent. She lets out a sigh, reaching back to loosen the braid she has been keeping her long black hair in, the loose strands tumbling free. Pulling a brush from her pack, she begins to brush her hair.
"I can take first watch if you want." Vethna offers to the others. She was not as hurt as some of them, so figured those more hurt than herself could rest right away. She would spend her watch looking out into the web-filled area beyond the cave, and listening for any signs of danger. Then she would wake up whomever was next in the watch order, before curling up in a corner of the cave and going to sleep herself.
Phodoxia sinks down in relief when the group reaches the cave. She'll set up her camp in a corner away from the others (with Shoowaa, according to their old pattern, if he is still inclined), closer to their goblin hosts than to her own group. "Thanks so much for your hospitality," she says warmly to Spiderbait, and even as she does, a shimmering flicker of radiant light passes over Yuk-yuk, soothing his pain and closing his wounds. She acts like she had nothing to do with it, though.
"That was pretty gross when you turned into a spider," Phodoxia says to Shoowaa. "Does it creep you out? But it was neat how you could feel the webs. It must be interesting to talk to animals."
Whenever it's her turn to sleep, she dozes off immediately, only to wake into a strange dream. The long, stringing span of silk webbing through the oppressively dark cave turns into a forest of stretching branches and hanging vines, the darkness giving way to a soft, otherworldly glow, dancing lights twinkling through the dense foliage. Even though she knows she's dreaming, she feels relieved to be out of that dark cave.
Several feet away she sees him again. His soft white glow culminating in the spiral horn on his head. Facing her, staring. It's too dark! she finds herself calling out. In response, the unicorn points its ears and starts walking towards her, and the light comes with it, brighter and warmer. Birds chirping and singing in the surrounding trees begin to call out, Wait for the light, wait for the light! Don't move until you see the light, so the snakes don't eat you!
Phodoxia wakes up, and she can see perfectly, twice as far as she could before, into the darkness. She smiles. I can see the light!
Healing Light (before the long rest): 5
Exhausted from all the battles in the webs, you all are surprised at how well you sleep. The next morning, you find you're sore in strange places from all the walking in the webs and trying to keep yourself balanced. You're all a bit reluctant to leave the firm stone floor of the small cave you slept in, but you know you'll have to traverse more of the web to get where you need to and get back on track.
Spiderbait tells you that he thinks you can get to where you need to in about 8-10 hours, depending on how much trouble you encounter. Yuk-yuk still seems to be getting his strength back. You have some provisions left from various fungi you've harvested that can make a decent breakfast. Shuusharr is up early again to make some spore bread and grill some other mushrooms. That food supplemented with the good berries provides you with the basic nutrition you need, even if it isn't the most hearty of meals.
Spiderbait and Yuk-yuk have a further conversation with Sarith about the passages you are trying to reach. The plan was to get to a major tunnel on this side of the large chasm. It will get you back on course to reach the Dark Lake. You'll have to travel a couple of miles down the length of the chasm, then also descend down to a lower level of the webs to arrive at your destination.
Unless you all want to have any more conversations before heading out, you can begin what will hopefully be your final day in the Silken Paths.
Anyone wanting to scout or keep an eye out for possible trouble can roll perception checks.
This is a check for Eldeth who wants to be in the front of the party when it sets out. 24
Petmailer walks along the front, looking out for trouble as they move to the next portion of the journey.
Perception : 10
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Phodoxia jumps up early to help Shuushar make the strange fungal breakfast. She borrows some goodberries from Shoowaa to decorate the heaping portions of spore bread that she brings to Yuk-yuk and Derendil, abashed somehow at their injuries, at the whole state of things down here, so grating from what they ought to be.
"I'm very relieved," she says conversationally to Spiderbait, "I can see in the dark now... even better than before. I think I learned my lesson from those dark mantles. Sometimes even the dark goes too dark, down here."
When the party starts moving again, she sticks close to the other goblins, and as they travel she asks Shoowaa more questions about what it's like climbing on the webs like a spider.
Perception: 8
Tanis continues rear-scouting, now with 90' darkvision. In the dark, out of the range of any light, he is invisible so that not even those with darkvision can see him. He checks back occasionally, speaking quietly to the main group so they know he's still there.
Perception: 24
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Kisiki bumbles along the webbed path in the darkness; his focus is lit with his god's gift of the sun, but he has it squeezed tight in his fist again to hide the group. He speaks to no one in particular, "These spiders grow large and fat, yet there are very few insects here. None of them heeded the call to obey the Cycle yesterday... that is not good. There is a dark influence at play here that caring for these spiders."
Chuckling Vrah says, "Drow toss the unwanted to the spiders for food, they have plenty to feed on."