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White Widow


A child was born as the house fell
A girl was born strong &well
tow the house's horror the child was fair
With darker than pitch raven hair
Abomination headed of sacrifice
Matron mother reaches for the knife
Give the only female child of the house born
To beg Loth not to show scorn
Knife plunges towards child's breast
But not her shall the blade caress
Child starts to cry & scream
Soon in pitch to keen
The knife finds matron mother's heart
The keen kills kin as walls fall apart
Kin are dead the house gone

Quietly plays the spider song
To the child the spiders come
Away the old house they take her from
They take her to the spiders nest
Where peacefully she can rest


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Everything in nature has a power of its own, epically the animals. I have grown with spiders as my guardians. Spiders are special with the abilities that they have with webs. Watching them weave and being taught all of there secrets throughout my life I have learned much. I know the weave as though it were a part of my soul. It is a part of my essence. Unlike those fools in source I need not to refresh the spells that I have used with studying. Where they can only use the spells that they prepare all spells are available to e at all times. I am a spider on the web off magic. The arcane is my domain.


* * *


The Underdark away from the drow cities, that’s where I belong. Originally I was from Mezbatirian. I was first son of house Phairben. I was born on the day of house Phairben’s greatest accomplishment. The day house canter fell. As I was born house canter and every last one with that name as kin fell dead at my houses feet.

That was a hundred and thirty years ago though. The matron mother of my house being tested by Loth failed miserably. Now my house is completely gone. In all the ciaos though I was for some reason spared.

Instead of Jackrel first son of house Phairben I am now Jackrel houseless rouge of the underdark.


* * *


“Jackrel what are we doing out here? I thought we were headed to the Chad Nasad ruins.”

“Larden you fallowed me I never said that I was going to Chad Nasad.”

“You did say that was where we were going. You even had us carry double packs saying that we were going to march straight to.”

“Larden simple Tackren, I despise the cities of are kind. Why would I leave one just to journey to another?” Jackrel said in an eerily calm tone as he slowly stalked towards them while drawing his double edged rapier, “I plan to claim the Underdark’s wilds as my home. The two of you were merely my pack lizards.”

“Tackren and I will have your head for this Jackrel!”

“I am no mans pack lizard!”

Larden’s mace sprang to his hands. His skill with that mace was as well known as Tackren’s skill with the daggers that he pulled from their sheaths. Neither of them were anything when compared to Jackrel who had put several masters at the Melee to shame.

Jackrel lunged forward and twisted his rapier under Larden’s mace and poked a perfectly clean hole into his lung. As Jackrel turned to Tackren and his daggers, leaving Larden moving sluggishly as he started to breathe his own blood, he had to dodge the pass of a throwing knife passing less then a hairs breath from his face. Tackren’s hobby of throwing knifes Jackrel had almost forgotten.

Seeing that his throw had knocked Jackrel off balance Tackren charged. Being caught off guard that he did not have enough time to move Jackrel was bowled into by Tackren. They crashed into the stumbling Larden. In a mass of brawling arms and legs the three tumbled down the path until they rolled right over the edge of a chasm. The mass separated as three bodies fell. They landed in a giant web feet from the bottom. Tackren struggled horribly in vain trying to free himself making the entirety of the web tremble in the process.

“Jackrel!”

“Larden’s dead or nearly so by now and because of you the creature that made this dam web is, I’m sure, on its way. So try keeping your tongue silent for once while you still have it in your useless head.”

“What has stumbled into my web?”

“Who’s there?” Tackren yelled at the surrounding rocks.

No one need to answer for a female walked out from behind the rocks less then ten feet in front of them.

“What are you?” questioned Tackren disgust dripping from his voice.

She didn’t pay attention to a work that he was saying. She did not acknowledge Tackren or Jackrel at all. Her course steered her straight to Larden who was rasping for breath so loudly that all could hear him.

“What a shame, he is far past salvageable.”

Moving so fast that it was a blur to the eye she pulled out a wicked looking eight tailed whip from around her waist and used it on Larden. A few milliseconds later as the eight tail of the whip connected with Larden’s neck his head was sent flying from his shoulders leaving behind only a gushing flow of blood in its place.

Then she stepped in front of the other two letting them see her fully. She was a head taller then even Jackrel who was six inches higher then the average male. At first they took her for a surface elf. She had the right look skin of light, hair of darkness. Then Jackrel saw that that couldn’t be right. Quite a few things didn’t add up. No surface elf of any race could have lived so well let alone survived this far into the underdark wilds. Not just that though. She was clothed in an odd material made of layer after layer of spider webs put together. That eye! Only one was showing but it was redder then any other. That eye had no normal pupil. There instead was a black dot with eight lines coming from it. Eight legs. A spider. The symbol of Loth.

“What in the abyss are you b***h!”

“Stupid Tackren,” Jackrel thought to himself,” He can not see her eye. He doesn’t know he is dealing with a daughter of Loth.”

“You’ve done well for me today.”

“Who is she taking to?” Jackrel wondered.

He got the answer when with a toss of her whip into the air she added,” Take the headless morsel for your supper.”

As the whip spun in the air Jackrel noticed that there was more to it then their seemed to be. No smith or worker had made it.

Jackrel did not mean to say them aloud but the words slipped from his mouth in a loud whisper,” In all the abyss it’s a live spider.”