------------- Tales of The Raptors – Arachnoid

The door opened into a large, clean room, some twenty five feet square, with a fifteen foot ceiling braced by websteel beams that looked more like the ribs of some twisted alien creature than rafters. The walls were hung in tapestries and paintings depicting the life of the Drow in the old days, under the rule of Lolth and the matron mothers. The furniture was strange and twisted, websteel covered in almost fluorescent purple Rothe hide, accented with golden hardware and draped with websilk veils. There was a huge bed that look more like stalactites holding aloft a series of spider webs. There were chairs and a desk and a free standing wardrobe, all made of websteel.

The resident of the room was a single Drow woman of striking beauty. She was clad in form-fitting Drow chain mail which seemed to be made to accommodate her six arms. When she turned her gaze on them, her face was still quite lovely. It wasn’t until she saw that they were intruders and counted Delsians amongst them that she grew angry and the pedipalp that fit perfectly along her jaw line extended and showed her poisonous fangs. Within seconds, she drew her swords, six of them, all glittering with blades of deep purple Drow adamant.

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