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[color=silver][i]Location: Goldencrest Catacombs, right about when Sarah's group checked on it[/i]
[i]Mention of Sarah [@Legion02][/i][/color]
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She was but a spider. The catacombs was her home, as it was her mother and her mother before that. Her entire life, she had spent living contently within the shadows of the man-made crypt.

Yet, in just a span of two days, trespassers - nay - marauders, had come in waves into her dwelling. Clamoring, pillaging, desecrating. What was once serene, blissful resting place, they had turned into a tumultuous hell; filled with the cacophony of metal clashing against metal, their soles thumping on Mother Earth below, and worst of all, their guttural, insensible blabbering.

[i]These giants - humans![/i]

Had she been born with the gift of poison. Or the potential to grow and match their size. Or the craft of iron silk, even; she would have confronted the unwanted guests for their misdeeds. Alas, a common spider is all she was. Forced to hide in the shadows as her broods fell to the flame these intruders brought, she was. Helpless and desperate, she was. But no more.

A soundless whisper has reached her ears.

Empowering, sweet, enticing.
Unintelligible, yet lucid.
Oppressive, yet soothing.
Maddening, yet enlightening.

Ahh.. Surely it was the voice of God herself.

Thus, the little spider left her web, and found a new home in one of the interloper's hat. A beautiful, beautiful house adorned with a giant feather as white as her own silk. A moving home that she would have never even think about, if not for the [i]Voice[/i].

Where she was going, she had yet to know. But what does it matter? There is her, and then there is the [i]Voice[/i]. Surely, nothing else matters?