Might, Magic and Venom. . . A drider is born. (Haunter)

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It was a cold winter night. . . Dusk had recently just fallen as well as the gentle snow fall to start the upcoming winter season. All was quiet in winter-keep, all that could be heard was the pitter patter of footsteps from commoners and tradesmen who walk along the city streets carrying along their daily duties and hobbies for the day. The city square slowly grew to life as the merchants set up their stalls preparing to sale their wares at their usual hefty prices. A commotion slowly began to arise as there seemed to be a brawl outside of the local tavern. . . which seemed to be a common occurrence as many gangs of thieves and highway men attempted to establish their dominance among the city. . .

Ding. . . Ding. . . Ding. . .Dong. . . Ding. . . Ding. . . Ding. . .Dong. . .

A dark tone of Chimes and bells began to arise from the core of the city. . . A large group of black robed horsemen began to march down the city streets in the direction of the gates. . . The chimes and bells attracted a large abundance of people as they began to gather around the fleet of black robed horsemen. The fleet of horsemen continued to fill the streets moving a slow pace toward the city gates along to the sound of the chimes and bells being rung by an odd number of white robed horsemen who rode alongside the black riders. . . Soon all of the town was mystified by the chiming of the bells and raised candles of the horse riders. . . In the center of the fleet a wagon could be seen, as another white robed man seemed to be the driver. The inside of the carriage was blocked from vision by black curtains which only ever so often would be blown aside by the wind allowing one or two citizens to get a glimpse of what was inside. . .

The town was silent. . . only the footsteps of the horses and ringing of the chimes could be heard as it slowly grew softer and softer. . . as the fleet dispersed from the gates and were last seen traveling south.

A few of the village scouts had stalked the fleet in their adventuring following them to the dreaded SpiderHaunt Peaks, Miles from the city. The scouts alas had their edge as the group of horsemen stopped outside of a large open cave at the peaks and disembarked from their horses. The robed men began lining up one by one on either side of each other to form a path to the cave as four robed figures emerged from the wagon bearing strange mask which distinguished them as different from the other robed men and women. As the four masked robed figures exited the wagon they brought with them a large basket had obtained a crate from the upper deck of the wagon. . . As the four masked figures began to approach the entrance of the cave the chimes and bells began to ring their dark tone once more. . .

Ding. . . Ding. . . Ding. . .Dong. . . Ding. . . Ding. . . Ding. . . Dong. . .

The masked figures had approached the entrance of the cave. One stood completely still in front of the cave holding down his head in silence, as the other three took what seemed to be chalk, vials of blood, and candles from the crate. They began to draw some sort of symbol around the man standing in the center with the basket. As they finished drawing the symbol they placed the basket in the center of the symbol which seemed to be covered by a very well kitted blanket. . .

The chimes and bells slowly came to a halt once the masked figures finished their preparations. . . and stood in a square around the edges of the symbol with their heads bowed. . .

The hills fell silent once more. . . all that could be heard were the rustling of the trees from the constant blowing wind coming in from head of the peaks. . . the scouts kept their wits about them hiding in a rock formation above the robed fleet. . .

The silence never ceased. . . the robed figures lied there motionless. . . not even a sneeze or a shiver from any one of them despite the cold temperature of winter. . . Until the long wait was finally broken by the sound of a horn coming from within the cave.

As the horns sounded from the caves. . . a legion of spider like humanoids began to emerge from the caves. . . Dark elf upper bodies with spider-like lower bodies marched from the cave positioning themselves around the robed figures in a defensive manner welding large spear

"Drider. . ." A scout of winter keep muttered to the others. . . as he lied completely still within the rock formation arching an eye brow at the scene before them.

As the Drider emerged a Drider larger then the rest came after all the others, escorted by two female Driders who stalked behind the Larger ones shadow. The large Drider then walked up to the masked robed horsemen speaking in an arachnid tongue. . .

"Gra'ka sezo dez gro lizzlet. . . Don un' lo chime!

On of the scouts channelled a comprehend language spell then translating the wording of the Drider to the others.

"The mortals try their luck again in bringing us a sacrifice" The scout said translating the working.


"Grloshiv. . . dozo dozo. . . limeti! Shelelo univilise!" The Alpha Drider spoke once more.

"Show us humans. . . show us your sacrifice."

As the Drider commanded the humans took the blanket from the basket. Only to reveal a normal looking baby who dispite the commotion slept soundly in the basket. The Drider looked over the baby with wary eyes. . . holding out a hand for the humans to proceed in something.

As the moment came a masked robed horsemen then took a dagger from his sash sinking it into the babies heart from within the basket as he chanted a spell.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

In an instant the skies began to turn from clear to cloudy. Rain clouds filled the skies and droplets of rain came rushing down from the heavens. . . A blue aura iminated from the casket as the masked robed man began to poor a vile of strange colored blood onto the babies flesh wound, turning its skin a pale blue color. The babies eyes slowly began moving looking around unwavering and untiring. The baby held up a webby pale blue skin hand. Once weld up the baby shot a large fireball in the direction of the human fleet. Completely unaware of its consequences the fireball burn most of the fleet while the other half were slaughtered by the guarding Drider. . . . The Alpha Driver then walked up to the basket picking up the spider like baby.

"A natural born killer. . . and to weild magic at such an age. . ."

The Alpha Drider then gives the baby to one of his two following maiden as he begins to walk back into the core of the cave followed by his elite guardsmen. "You will probably be of use one day little one. . ." "And haunt my enemies that no longer pose a threat to me. . ." "You will fight. . ." "For Might Magic and Venom."