Day Twenty-two, midday. My previous entry was cut off when I received an unnecessary sending from Luba which distracted me, and when I had resolved her request for reassurance felt it appropriate to nap. Now I have a scant few minutes before we press on. When we reached the bottom of the spider tunnel, we hoped to find a passage to the surface of the Living Ocean, or perhaps the dying god beneath its roiling “waters.” Instead, we discovered a seeming dead end; the large tunnel split off into myriad tiny cracks and holes big enough for my hand, or a spider. Grog and Throg hefted their hammers and prepared to mine their way through to the Living Ocean, but the cave floor beneath us opened up, and we plummeted down into darkness and a strange vault, where peculiar apparitions assaulted us. One seemed to be Santiaggro, but of course was not. Another had the appearance of one of Yang’s mutated sibeccai drones… these monsters from the id attacked our wills, and nearly killed us.
This vault is in the shape of a spider, with eight passages that loop around like legs. In the center is a pool of some strange purple-red liquid, which we have prudently avoided, and in a direction which we suspect corresponds to towards the dying god beneath the Living Ocean, a wide passage proceeds. The whole affair is lit by phosphorescent fungus.
Now, I am not a credulous man. I accept that the gods are dead, and I know that surely no humanoid hand shaped this spider temple; even if the shadar-kai ventured here (I remain unconvinced) . Was it formed as a side-effect of the emanations that spew out from the dying god and poison Planet?
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Nice to see these return!
FYI, The Big Guy that you killed was a “Garajalathar.” though at this point I don’t think it has much of a say in what you call it . . .
Nice bit in there about missing Frances’s bed, for when you share the Guide with her . . .
She’ll never know . . .