ahayford
First Post
When the group moves closer to the doorway, it is apparent that the door is being held open by a stone wedged between the door and frame. The room is pitch black beyond what little light scatters through the narrow opening from the hall into the room beyond.
Caytis and Svexyn flank the door way, while Marcus stands at the ready. Marcus nods to Nia, who then gently places the spider on the smooth stone floor. The hunting spider softly skitters across the ground, moving quickly and silently. Nia stands motionless for a moment, allowing her thoughts to become one with Shelob. Her eyes roll back into her head and suddenly, her senses are replaced with alien senses.
For a moment, her stomache lurches from change in visual input as her mind races to make sense of eight eyes. Nia quickly adapts, having spent plenty of time sharing the mind of her companion. The hunter’s instincts of the spiders mind sharpens her awareness. The sharing was exhilirating, addictive even. Some of the jungle folk had been known to get lost in the sharing, forgetting their true self and never returning to their human shell.
While Nia had no direct control over Shelob, she could make her desires known in the mind of the creature. It was almost like a strong suggestion or compulsion. This time, however, Shelob knew what Nia wanted without even having to be asked.
Shelob raced over the doorframe and immediately Nia panicked.
DEATH. HUNTERS. DEATH. HIDE. MANY DEAD.
Nia barely choked off a scream. It took her a moment to realize the thoughts were not her own. She calmed herself and then soothed the spider. The smells Nia detected from the room beyond were intense. Dead spiders lay in several piles on the floor. More half eaten carapaces lay strewn about the room. However, there was another smell distinct from the reek of spider carnage.
GREY ONES. CLOSE. SEVERAL.
Caytis and Svexyn flank the door way, while Marcus stands at the ready. Marcus nods to Nia, who then gently places the spider on the smooth stone floor. The hunting spider softly skitters across the ground, moving quickly and silently. Nia stands motionless for a moment, allowing her thoughts to become one with Shelob. Her eyes roll back into her head and suddenly, her senses are replaced with alien senses.
For a moment, her stomache lurches from change in visual input as her mind races to make sense of eight eyes. Nia quickly adapts, having spent plenty of time sharing the mind of her companion. The hunter’s instincts of the spiders mind sharpens her awareness. The sharing was exhilirating, addictive even. Some of the jungle folk had been known to get lost in the sharing, forgetting their true self and never returning to their human shell.
While Nia had no direct control over Shelob, she could make her desires known in the mind of the creature. It was almost like a strong suggestion or compulsion. This time, however, Shelob knew what Nia wanted without even having to be asked.
Shelob raced over the doorframe and immediately Nia panicked.
DEATH. HUNTERS. DEATH. HIDE. MANY DEAD.
Nia barely choked off a scream. It took her a moment to realize the thoughts were not her own. She calmed herself and then soothed the spider. The smells Nia detected from the room beyond were intense. Dead spiders lay in several piles on the floor. More half eaten carapaces lay strewn about the room. However, there was another smell distinct from the reek of spider carnage.
GREY ONES. CLOSE. SEVERAL.
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