Part 1
At last, the Grand Wizard stood. “We can delay no longer. Who is your choice?”
The party pushed forward Lifthrasil. yogsloth looked him over quickly. “Good enough.” Quickly conjuring some rope, he bound Lift’s hands behind his back, tying a cord around his neck and cinching it tight to prevent escape.
Lifthrasil merely gazed at the wizard, bemused. “Wizard,” he said softly.
yogsloth glanced at him. “Hmmm? What was that… What was your name again? Bob? Bill? Curly Joe? I can’t seem to recall what you told me earlier… Ah, doesn’t matter. Your name is Spiderfood now.”
Lifhrasil, despite his impending doom, chuckled.
Giving him a surprised glance, the wizard finished his bindings, and with a tug jerked him forward. “It appears you might not have quite understood the gravity of the situation.” He then led the party into the terrifying chamber.
“Wizard. You are making a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake,” assured Lifthrasil calmly.
“Quiet, Spiderfood. The grownups need to talk now,” retorted the wizard.
Stopping a few feet into the chamber, the wizard called: “Unguent! Unguent! You have felt us coming. We must gain passage into the tunnels beyond. You will stand aside. We command you!”
A soft, sinister chuckle rolled outward from the darkness. “You… command me…” The voice was one of deepest putridity and decay. “Indeed.”
Silence reigned.
Then, at last, the chamber itself moved. Which is to say, what the party has mistaken for the far edge of the chamber uncurled itself, and with thundering speed, scuttled forward. Unguent the Lubricated, primal Evil, servant to the neo-Demon himself, stood before them, forty feet high, dripping in slime, stinking of damnation.
“Holy crap! LOOK at that CGI! It’s amazing! It looks like it’s really he…” started CSPVG, before a quick punch to the ribs from HijacK silenced him.
“Sssssoooo. You would pass?” Hissed the Spider, the sound seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere. “And what would you offer?”
yogsloth stood as straight as he could. “I lead this party of brave adventurers. As their leader, mentor, and life coach, I betray their trust and offer you a sacrifice.” He jerked Lifthrasil forward. “You may feast upon his fear and his flesh!” The wizard turned quickly back to the rest of the party and whispered fiercely under his breath: “Get ready to go!”
The Spider considered it, and leaned in to examine the sacrifice.
Lifthrasil turned to face yogsloth once more. “Last chance, wizard,” he began. “You have no idea what you are about to do. Better to feed your pathetic self to the monster.”
yogsloth looked at him, seeming to see Lifthrasil for the first time…
And then the Spider promptly turned around and lumbered with surprising speed to the chamber wall, climbing into the impenetrable darkness above.
“What the actual f***?” blurted yogsloth, the shock on his face impossible to fabricate. He turned, stunned, to face the party. Equally stunned (except for Lift, who only gave another chuckle), the party returned his slack-jawed stare. “I suggest,” he began, “We not look a gift spider in the mouth. RUN!!!”
And so they did. Though it took only moments, it seemed to the terrified party as if it were an hour’s dash across the monumental chamber. Far above them, the Spider sat, twittering, just beyond their eyes’ ability to perceive.
At last, they made it into the corridor beyond… and then far enough in that they felt safe from Unguent’s bulk.
Heaving and panting, they collapsed about the floor, confused and reeling…
TO BE CONTINUED shortly...