Hurath's Tower... With Torches
Acquiring torches was easy. The decision to re-enter the tower was not. For possibly the eighth time, and looking queasily at the closed tower door, Merideth asked, "Greppa, are you sure you're okay with this so soon? I mean, you're still weak from the poison..."
Greppa nodded, a grim look on his face, "Those spiders were organized. If we give them time, it will be even harder next time. And I need those books."
No one mentioned that the likelihood of finding Hurath waiting for them was practically nil now.
They gripped their torches, and Athan kicked in the door.
Quickly and efficiently, they fanned through the room, poking the torches into every nook and cranny, sweeping the door jamb, the tables, the ceiling, everything. Nothing stirred, until Merideth pointed at the hearth flue, where a semi-circle of red dots winked out just as everyone looked.
Greppa stuck his torch in the hole, but there was nothing there. Worse, the plate was down, and locked. "I think the spiders know how to work the lock." The others just grimaced.
Quickly, a plan was settled. The doors to the bath and toilet were blocked with furniture. The lock on the flue was busted and jammed with firewood.
Then Athan went to the lab, and kicked in the door.
Silence.
Merideth stepped through first, sweeping the door frame with her torch, followed closely by Athan and Greppa. The room was filled with tables, lab equipment, and (except for sputtering torches) darkness.
They cautiously stepped in and began sweeping under the tables, when Greppa's keen ears caught a whisper of motion, and his eyes, rapidly adjusting to the deeper darkness, spotted a dozen or so spiders the size of two fists... and another spider, man-sized, back in the room they had just left. This one looked considerably different from the others - where they were brown-furred and black-striped, this one had skin of smoothest black leather. It's eyes glowed dimly, and a strange, red rune marked its abdomen.
Greppa just managed to yell and point at it as reddish strands filled the room, blocking sight and movement... and trapping Merideth completely in a particularly dense grouping.
On cue, the dozen or so spiders hiding in the corners of the room began running along and through the thick webbing, swarming over the trapped youths. And unfortunately, the webbing didn't burn at the touch of the torches.
Many spiders create beautiful webs, hoping for an inobservant creature to stumble into it. Others actively hunt, leaping out or dropping from high places, hoping for a slow-moving creature to wander by.
And some lay tangled traps in dark lairs, and even the most observant and swift of creatures can fall prey.
to be continued...