Into the Spider's Lair (Rubyliday & I)

[3ngag3]

The people of the kingdom of Rangorth were on edge. Though it was a generally peaceful kingdom, it had recentley become the topic of discussion across the land. The air was thick with whispers and clamorings of a terrible monster living in the mountains that planned to come down and wreak terrible havoc on this serene little hamlet. What the monster looked like, no one knew and it was one of the many things that drove their fear and desperation. Soon, word reached the high council or Rangorth. Even they were alarmed by the steady flow of speculation that their kingdom would soon be overthrown. Three months passed and the people that didn't flee the kingdom in fear of their own lives waited nervously, knowing that any day, it would come from the mountains and destroy all they had built to sustain themselves.

However, the high council of Rangorth had other plans. Driven by their curiosity and their desire to protect their kingdom, they went and found a warrior of merit to carry out the task of finding this monster, uncover its plan and ultimatley wipe it out before it could do any harm. The one selected was a young man in his 20's, tall and sturdy like the mighty oak. He had eyes that could pierce a hole through his enemies with a mere gaze and a yell that could cause blades of grass to fall in its wake. In his hand he carried a finely crafted blade of steel. That combined with his impressive strength was capable of cleaving through solid stone. The man carried little armor on his body instead going for the more barbaric look. A thick fur hide covered his shoulders and his lower body was covered with nothing more than a long loincloth that came down to the front of of his knees and held nothing in the back. This body rode upon a steed which was a black as night and if one could imagine it so, snorted fire from its nostrils. And last but not least, he was given a warriors name. It had no meaning, yet simply uttering it would bring attention to anyone who spoke it. Nal Rog.

It was Nal Rog who now traveled the mountains looking for the lair of the monster. His horse plodded along slowly due to the rough terrain and they maintained their pace for a day and a half. And then, the warrior spotted something out of the corner of his eye. It was an opening, small though it may be, but an opening nonetheless. Upon closer inspection, the opening was wider than first expected. Vines had grown over part of the mountain and concealed the true size of this cavernous area. Leaving his horse behind, the warrior traveled on alone into the darkness. He took a torch with him and lit it creating a bit of light and from what he could see, many spiders had apparentley made their home in this cave. There was webbing everywhere. So much so that he had to use his sword to cut into it to prevent himself from getting stuck. If this was indeed the cavern where this monster resided, it would be a difficult path to reach it.

 

[Rubyliday]

The creature he sought sat deep in the cave, her body curled into itself. She sat quietly, contemplating, she had no need to greet the poor soul, he would find her soon enough. She closed her eyes, all of them, as she sensed the movements through the caves. It was a maze to say the least, some paths traveling into the mountains for miles. She would be disappointed if he chose one, she had after all laid out a path for him. That was if he was smart enough to find it. She hoped that they had sent their best, it was what she expected, what she needed. She shifted a little, a leg pushing aside a small pile of bones.

She could smell the fire he had brought, her eyes peeking open, she despised fire. It ruined everything in its path, including her beautiful webs. The thought made her shift a little, her arms crossing in front of her. She listened as he made his way deeper into the cave, tensing when he would take a wrong turn. She really did want him to get to her, she had been waiting a long time for this. But every time he would find his way back and she almost felt proud. A wicked smile plastered itself for her face, her teeth practically glowing in the dark.

What a sight it would have been to greet in the dark caves, glowing red eyes and blinding white fangs. It would have been the sight the warrior saw, if he hadn’t thought to bring fire. But a mere humans’ eyes wouldn’t have helped him on his journey and as much as she hated it, the fire had helped. She felt antsy as he drew closer, sure that any moment he would come around the last turn, she felt herself rise up a little. She was ready.

 

[3ngag3]

It seemed as if the deeper Nal Rog descended into the cave, the thicker the webbing became. It became so bad that the warrior had to abandon his torch just to hack at them with his sword using both hands. It was certain now that he would eventually be dealing with a spider demon of some sort. Normal spider webbing was not this strong, this sticky. About twenty minutes passed scince he entered and after nearly exhausting himself cutting through the webbing. After what seemed like forever, he came upon a split in the cavern. This mountain appeared to have various paths to it. Paths that if incorrectly chosen, would cause the unprepared to become lost forever. Fortunatley, however, it was easy to spot the right path as there was more webbing to be cut through on one path but not the others.

And so, Nal Rog continued tirelessly. He would find the answers he was sent to get if it killed him. But even that would be a stretch for him. The warrior had obtained so much glory and fame that he felt himself invincible. Surely whatever waited for him around the corner would be of no threat to him. More and more time passed. The path was long and winding and soon he came to a bend in the cavern. He knew not what waited around the corner. Only that there was more webbing in the way that needed to be cut down. Certainly it would be a perfect opprotunity for an ambush if someone had decided to wait around for him to come.

 

[Rubyliday]

She rose to her full height, legs stretching out beneath her. She smiled as he grew near, each swipe of his sword only brining him closer. Her body itched with anticipation, her feet moving with excitement. Se felt she had waited her whole life for this and she could hardly wait. She moved around the large area, deciding her best course of action and climbed the web covered walls. It was like a cocoon and it only made if that much easier for her to wait, hanging on above the silk covered entrance. Her stark white hair hung loose around her shoulder, a few strands tucked behind her ear as she listened.

Finally when she thought she could wait no longer she heard the loud swipes of his sword, the grunts that he made with each raise of his arm. And the final barrier was cut, the warrior burst into the rooms. His shoulders where broad, it would be a good struggle. With a smile and laugh, she let go of the ceiling, descending on her victim.

 

[3ngag3]

With a final grunt and hack, Nal Rog made his way through what appeared to be the last of the webbing. He was cautious as he rounded the corner knowing that he could be ambushed at any moment by the creature within. However, when the warrior saw nothing but empty space, a chill ran down his spine as if something were not right. He gripped his sword tightly and shifted his gaze around the now open area. This place was clearly the den, but there was no creature to be found. Was he too late? Did it escape before he got here? His question was answered quite violently when an immense weight fell upon his shoulders. The impact was so staggering that it knocked him to the floor on to his stomach. Immidetley he turned around to see what had fallen upon him and there it was. The creature that brought about panic and fear in the kingdom of Rangorth.

It was a female upon a spider's body. It must have stood at least eight feet tall with with the body on top and even though it was female, it did not have the appearance of fair maiden such as that of a princess. It's four eyes glowed red like the demons of hell and posessed an extra set of limbs, most likely a side effect of being part spider. Nal Rog knew what he had to do then and there and with a roar, he reached for his sword, pointing it at the creature. "Begone fowl beast!" he bellowed out. "The world does not need the likes of you wreaking havoc upon it!"

 

[Rubyliday]

Vypra chuckled down at the human, his sword in hand. Her abdomen pressed down on his legs. He really didn't have the upper hand but she commended him for his bravery. Her eyes moved over him as if he was on display for her, as if she was unafraid. Of course he would be the bravest of the men, no others would have come. One of her left arms moved to grab the offending sword, sharp fingers moving quickly through the air.
"The only thing fowl in here is you, whelp." Vypra pressed her body down more, pressing the man into the ground. Her upper body looming over his. The straps that she wore over her body covered what they needed and left little to the imagination. The smile that she wore on her face told volumes and she growled out her words
"Prove to me you are worth your life."

 

[3ngag3]

Nal Rog was disturbed by this creatures lack of fear. Any other person and even most animals would run in fear at his reckless bellowing. But this one...no. She simply scoffed at his efforts to intimidate her. He was growing angrier by the moment and in a huff, went to swing his sword hoping to decapitate the body from the spider. But with a swiftness the warrior had never witnessed before, his hand was caught by one of her appendages. As she leaned in close to mock him, the firmness of her breasts caught his eye and for a fleeting second, imagined her to be a real woman. Memories of the many women Nal Rog had taken to bed with him for his deeds flashed before his eyes, but the second the she creature called out to him, reality set in and soon, he reached out with his other hand, hoping to pry loose from her grip and take his sword into his hand.

And how the warrior struggled. He thrashed around back and forth, kicking with his legs to get the creature's abdomen off of him, soon, he slid under and rose to his feet, trying to ram her with his shoulder in an attempt to knock her to the ground much like she did to him. Then Nal Rog would have the advantage and end this struggle once and for all. He did have a kingdom to report back to after all.

 

[Rubyliday]

Vypra hissed at the man, stumbling back a few feet. He was strong, that was surprising. The fact that he broke free from her was enough to prove that. And he was brave. Most would have coward, cried and begged, but this human was different. Here he stood, her body towering over his, and he hardly flinched every time she moved. She smiled as she bent her legs, body close to the ground. Her eyes traveled over him, catching the sweat breaking out on his brow and the way his muscles moved under taunt skin when he pointed his sword at her. This was going to be wonderful indeed, she couldn’t have hand picked a better victim.

Hands out in front of her, Vypra moved closer, stalking the man as she moved around him, an eye on his sword. "Your strength is surprising." Her voice was wispy, like silk moving over skin. It was a charming mechanism, lull the victims in with a sweet sound. "Perhaps you are exactly what I am looking for, your kingdom has not disappointed me." With an evil smile she shot her strong web at his outstretched arm, winding it around his arm as she moved in quickly.

 

[3ngag3]

As Nal Rog and the creature seperated, a tense staredown took place. The warrior eyed his opponent hard waiting for whatever kind of attack it had in mind. Sweat began to trickle down his brow and chest. His quivered in anticipation for his chance to strike and he also had a chance to observe his adversary just a little closer. If it weren't for the slender red eyes of her's, her female half would have been quite pretty to gaze upon. Even her voice was soft and sultry like that of a siren. For a brief second, he was once again entranced by the memories of wenches past and it was just long enough for the creature to unleash its sticky webbing upon his arm.

When the webbing found its mark, Nal Rog recoiled only to find the sticky threads holding firm. He reached to grab his sword into his other hand but found that some of the webbing had encircled that as well, preventing him from prying it loose. With the creature closing in fast, the warrior had no other alternative but to charge in and hope to crumple it with his fist. If this did not work, he would surely be at its mercy.