Another step, another spider crunched under his feet. He tried not to step on the things, though they were just so hard to avoid, there were so many of them. He brushed another one off of his shoulder and shivered; oh how Shynthriir hated spiders so! He wouldn't have been here in the first place if it were not for the rumors of what was in the center of this forest. People claimed that on old hag lived in the center, though maybe it would be better put if one said that she was in the center, not lived. She was dead, and there was her tomb. He didn't know her, that was for sure, though he knew that she was buried with great treasure, though there were rumors of the timb being haunted. Anything would be better than these darn spiders.

Findiulas walked slowly through the woods for once in her human form. Spiders crawled across her bare feet as she walked on them. Shivering with degusts she flicked on out of her hair put it was of no good there were tons in there.

Shaking her head in hopes of getting them out she didn't see a large brance hanging low from a dead tree. With a huge thump she ran head first into the branch and fell backwards. Moaning in pain she layed on her back in the middle of a forest full of spiders.

She kept moaning in pain as the spiders crawled all over her. On her face, through her hair, making webs across her shear dress yet she laied there in pain. Her eyes were held tightly shut as she kept moaning in pain from the impact with the branch.

There was a concentration of spidered up ahead, though why were there so many in so littlw of a space. There had to be something drawing them there, something they were interested in. He walked to the spot, though he moved slower as he got closer because of all the spiders and his fear of them. Why did he even come here, he had to keep reminding himself of the prize in the end, though he hoped that it would be worth it.

He looked at the pile and saw a human form beneath the eight legged creatures. He needed to do something. He cast a spark at his fingertips and started to brush the spiders off, though most of them ran from the fire before he got to them, which is what he hoped to do.

The spiders had seemed to tear away at some flesh in some places, though she seemed mostly not harmed. He reached down and started to cast some spells of healing on her and hoped that she wouldn't wake until he was done, they might heal, though healing was a pinful process.