The Spider's Mark

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(This log is from Aoide's perspective and has been edited heavily to remove distractions. Also, this is part one of three. The remaining two are forthcoming...aka editing logs gives me a headache so I'll get around to it.)


A spider crawls over your arm.

You wake and stand up.

The arachnid regards you from a short distance away.

You say (in common), 'hi little guy'.

Aoide looks around for the lady.

who

10 players.

Elf [ Ma: 4 ] Kylanae the Elf Hum [ Sh:24 Ra:15 ] Spooky the boogieman *HUNT* Gno [ Th:21 Cl:20 Wa:18 ] Dimwit the Flathead of the Nexus Hum [ Wa: 5 Sh:12 ] Hern Falstaff. Have Rift, Will Travel Elf [ Ma:27 Th:25 ] Lessien. Hum [ Ra: 1 Cl: 9 ] Tagnik'Zur, Avatar of the Hunt Hel [ Ma:12 ] FlamingoMan the mute Half-Elf Princess Dwa [ Founder ] Tynian: 'Like' our FB page; I win steak knives Elf [ Bard: 11 8 8 ] Aoide Mathwin seeks the Phantom. *HUNT* Gno [ Demigoddess ] [GS] Katrana is the Huntress and you are the game. <Inv 71>


Shiver

Brrrrrrrrr.

The spider crawls closer.

Aoide holds out her slightly quivering hand.

You say (in common), 'come here'.

It creeps closer, then onto your extended hand.

Aoide examines the spider.

You say (in common), 'what are you doing here, little guy?'.

The spider settles onto your hand, then bites your palm.. Hard.

You say (in common), 'you need to be careful here, you might get stepped on'.

You say (in common), 'ouch!'.

emote shakes her hand.

Aoide shakes her hand.

With one horrible movement, it crawls INTO your flesh.

You blink.

Aoide stares at her palm, disbelieving.

Aoide prods the wound, checking for infection or pain.

The creature disappears into your flesh, reforming on the surface of your flesh in indigo ink.

Aoide examines the ink closely.

Aoide furrows her borws, looking for a pattern.

Aoide stokes the ink absentmindedly, thinking of another time she had seen something that color.

A perfectly formed spider in indigo appears on your palm.

You ponder the question.

Aoide open and closes her palm.