I feel a little guilty. I made the world a much less interesting place today, and didn’t do anything to conquer dullness or to color life. I still think we all did a good deed, small as it was.
After a little discussion of our next move, the adventuring party formerly known as The Storm Legion decided that our only real lead left was to cross over an antique bridge into old Tyrrn to “investigate” the old temple of Asmodeus. We began with our map, and found tracks towards the temple, but lost them in short order. Soon after we discovered WHY they stopped, as we ran into a nest of blood-red spider webs.
I convinced everyone that the best course of action was just to avoid the road and not confront the spiders. If an unknown force that travels this road often hasn’t bothered to clear them out, then they’re either no threat or a serious threat; and if for whatever reason this trip is actually just investigation, if someone skips their usual detour and comes by this way, and if they’re as paranoid as I am, they will know that other people have been close. I know that’s a lot of ifs; but it could be a lot of people trying those ifs.
Not that this was really important, mind you; the spiders went out of their way to attack once we were close enough to see. I’m guessing no devil-worshipers come close enough to find out.
The spiders were lead by intelligent seeming humanoid-spider-monsters, far bigger than I, and apparently able to command the true arachnids. Not as pretty as the spiders, but at least as deadly, and clever enough to have laid an ambush we just happened to chance out of. None of the party was able to pull any punches, but by the time we were out of tricks, the real spiders were dead, and the spider-men were outmatched.
Here’s where I feel a tiny twinge of guilt. When the spider-men realized our victory was a forgone conclusion, they ran. We’ve chased kobolds & tieflings before, and on a grander scheme we’re hunting tieflings now. But those were all things that picked a fight with us. These were monsters on their own ground, that hadn’t bothered anyone who did not come close. As they ran, we followed them into their lair to exterminate every last one of the spider-men. It was probably for the best, and I was there, chasing them with the rest, but… I’m not sure I want to do that again. If nothing else, those spiders following them looked more like something from home than anything I’ve seen in weeks, save for Zarn. I guess I’ll find out what I do the next time we’re attacked by some dumb, pretty beast.