War Of The Spider Queen
It was a flicker of clarity in the foggy requite what it seemed, and everything waalm of shadowy chaos, whers inevitably mor e nothing was e treacherous and brightlydangerous. But this, the crystalline glimme, caught her eye, and showed her a r of a single silken strand, shone and all that she was and all that she would soon be. ll that it was and all that would soon be,
The glimmer of light in the dark Abyss promised renewal and grmade that promise all the sweeter with its hints of danger eater glory and
, mortal danger for a creature immortal by nature. That, too, was the allure, was, in truth, the greatest joy of the grchaos was the continual fear of the unknown, the shifting foundation of everything, owth. The mother of chaos was fear, not evil, and the enjoyment of the knowledge that every twist and turn could lead to disaster. and she prIt was something the draw had never eferr come to fully understand and appreciate, ed that ignorance. To the drawgain; ther , the chaos was a means for personal e werthe beauty was not the ascent, she kne no straight ladders in the tumult of draw life for one to climb. But ewmoment, every moment, of living in the swir, if they did not. The beauty was the chaos. l of the unknown, the whirlpool of true
So this, then, was a movement forward, but within that movement, it was a gamble, a risk that could launch the csurprises. She wished she could r haos of her world to greater heights and emain more fully conscious to witness it all, to bask in it all.
But no matter. Even within, she would feel the pleasure of their fearof their ambition. , the hunger plane, brThat glimmer of the silk edge, cutting ought a singular purpose to this crthe gray perpetual fog of the swirling eature of shifting whims and reminded her that it was time, was past time.
Never taking her gaze off that glimmer, the creatureherself in the single strand. The first strand of millions. turned slowly, winding
The start of the metamorphosis, the promise.
Richard Lee Byers
War Of The Spider Queen
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Gromph Baenre, Archmage of Menzoberranzan, flicked a long, obsidian-skinned finger. His office door, a black marble rectangle incised all over with lines of tiny runes, swung noiselessly shut and locked its self.At least certain that no one could see him
, the drow wizard rose from the white bone desk, faced the back wall, and swirled his hands in a complex pattern. A second doorway opened in the stippled calcite surface.
His dark elf vision unimblackness beyond the new exit. There was no paired by the lack of light, Gromph stepped into the and for a m floor there to receive his tread, oment he fell, then he invoked the power of levitation granted by the floating up a featureless shaft. The cool aiHouse Baenre insignia brooch that he was never without. He began to rise, as it always did, and it also carried a r tingled and prickled against his skin the creatures native to this peculiar psrank, unpleasant smeudoplane of existence had been nosing ell. Evidently one of around the conduit.
Sure enough, something rattled above his head. The rank smell was
, pungent enough to make his scarGrom let eyes water and sting his nose. shape in the darkness. ph looked up. At first he saw nothing, but then he discerned a vague ovoid The Archmage wondered how the beast had had before. Had it torn a hole in the wall, oozed through like a ghost, or done gotten inside the shaft. Nothing ever something stranger still? Perhaps—
It plummeted at him, putting an end to his speculations. Gromhe preferred to conserve their power foph could have effortlessly blasted the creature with one of his wands, but dismissed the force of levitation lifting his body and allowed himr genuine threats. Instead, he coolly self to drop back down the shaft. The fall would keep him away fromcast a spell, and he didn' the beast for long enough to t there was no ground. have to worry about hitting the ground. In this reality, The bejeweled and sigil-adorned Robes of the Archmage flapping around him, he snatched a vial of venom from his pocket, set it alight with a spurt of flame fromhis fingertip, and recited an incantation. On the final syllable, he thrust his arm at the creature, and a glob of black, burning liquid erupted from his fingertips.
Richard Lee Byers
War Of The Spider Queen
Propelled by maagainst the descending predatorgic, the blazing fluid hurtled straight up the shaft to splash . The creature emitted a piercing buzz that was likely a cry of pain. It floundered in the airwalls as it fell. Its body sizzled and bubbled , as the spattered acid ate into it, but it bouncing back and forth against the resumed diving in a controlled manner.
Gromph was mildly impressed. A venom bolt would kill mocertainly m st creatures, ost of the petty vermin one encountered in the emthe worlds. pty places between
Manipulating an empty cocoon, he cast another spell. The beast's body crumpled and folded into itself, and for a heartbeat, it was a helplessly tumbling mouse—then it swelled and rippled back into its natural form.
All right, thought Gromph, then I'll cut you up. accelerated. He prepared to conjure a hail of blades, but at that moment, the creature
Gromand he wasn'ph had no idea the creature could descend any faster than it had hitherto, t prepared for the sudden burst of speed. The
creature closed the distance between them in an instant, until it was hovering right in his face.
It had the melted or unfinished look common to mablank little eyes and a writhing proboscis sat off center in its bumny such beings. Rows of only vaguely differentiated from its rubbery blob of a body. The mp of a head, onster possessed no wings, but it was flying—the goddess only knew howwere the m . Its legs ost articulate part of it. Ten thin, segmented members terminated in barbed hooks, which lashed at GromAs he expected, the frenzied scratching faph again and again and again.iled to harm him
. The enchantments woven into Gromph's piwafwi—not to mention a ring and an amulet—armored him at least as well as a suit of plate. Still, it irked him that he had allowed the beast to get so close, and he felt more irritated still when he noticed that the creature's exertions were flinging tiny smonto his person. oking droplets of his own conjured acid He growled a final spell and snatched hold of the malodorous predator, seizing handfuls of the blubber on its torso. Instantly the maand vitality flowed into him gic began its work. Strength