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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 636076" data-attributes="member: 8222">Enraela and the Merchant exchange monies for goods to the satisfaction of both parties. The Merchant smiles and says 'May the Goddess see you all in whatever duty you perform for her, Bless the Web.' The Merchant train starts up again, the Pack lizard lumbering under it's burden, guards and scouts on the lookout for any signs of trouble.The Road stretches away through the Cavern that is the home of The City, miles and miles. Some say that it is the largest single cavern in all of the  Underdark. With no more encounters on the road (except for a lone Lizard Rider wearing the Livery of the Outerwatch, those Sentinels whose job it is to keep tabs on the Borders) who streaks by. None bar her path, for to do so is a sentence of Death, considered High Treason against The City and against Lolth herself.Within an hour, the Crossroads looms ahead, with the Eight Roads heading off into parts unknown and familiar both (The old Forest Road and The Avenue of Pain, along with The City Road lead to The City, the others to tunnels and caverns leading to other Lands. The path leading to the River branches off from one of these. The Crossroads is a rather unimpressive thing in and of itself, with a Well and a selection of low stones to sit upon. A small shrine to Lolth sits here, actually a large Spider Web suspended between 2 long-dead Mushroom Trees, with the attendant Spider (the size of 2 grown Drow combined)sitting in the upper portion of the Web.This is the Oracle of the Crossroads, where the Drow of the City come to hear redes of Fortune or Doom,depending on what the Spider-Goddess has in store for them.  Near at hand stands a Priestess, known to Enraela and Gentaria; She is Uncrantill, of House Ullreath. As well, there is a group of Drow standing nearby, 5 in total.The group wears the Livery of House Cessulli. One, an older male, nods and two female guards push forward a struggling figure that had been unseen between them. The figure of a derro. it's pale blue skin glowing in the fungal light, bound and gagged. The Guards hold it tightly, and another cuts it's bonds and gag. Immediately, the Derro starts screaming and cursing in it's coarse tongue at them. The Priestess nods and the guards move forward, throwing the Derro into the Web.For a brief moment, nothing happens, then the Spider, moving with a speed that boggles the mind, rushes forward and gingerly extends a rearleg, having first touched it's abdomen to secure a filament of ropelike webbing. touching the web to the Derro, almost lovingly, the Spider graps the Web above the creature with 4 of it's legs, using its forelegs to position the part of the web that the Derro is caught upon and it's rear legs to begin spinning the hapless creature around and around, slowly covering it with an ever increasing  blanket of filament.The features of the Derro become obscured, as does it's screaming, though you can still hear it's muffled cries somewhat. When it is nearly covered, the Spider leans forward, sinking Her fangs into the body of the Derro. A few seconds later, the Spider moves away from the Derro, content to wait for Her venom begin the work of reducing the unfortunate creature to a more palitable state.The Priestess watches, then turns to the Group, satisfied. Nodding, she becons the old male close and whispers something into his ear. The Male steps back, nodding and then turns and leads his procession away.The path awaits leading to the River.Edited for Spelling.</blockquote>

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