Giant Spider Victims

The larder is never empty. Bodies hang and lie wrapped in silk, some long dead and drained to bone, others still breathing behind the wrapping - eyes wide, faces turned toward any light that reaches them. A pile of the taken marks the heart of the nest, an arm reaching out from the tangle, a skull grinning up from below. Cut one free if you dare; the rest are already counting on your party to join them. Five pieces to dress a spider's lair or hang from any dungeon wall: a grim heap of the devou…

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