!y15cQl1vv6 05/12/11(Thu)19:49 No.14906730|
Despite the fact that you are deep into the night, you can't sleep. How could you, evil one, when there is so much to do? Studying your spiders, you have them weave many a thread, as ideas spin through your mind. As they arrange their threads into new and interested shapes, an idea forms in your mind. Directing them in their spinning over the course of an hour, you show them the basics of weaving fabrics. They take on their new skills swiftly, but the creation of the fabric is a slow and careful process. As the spiders weave cloth in the darkness of your laboratory, you leave them for sleep. Sadly sire, despite your immense intellect, you are still a mortal man.
When you awake, you find yourself staring at a thin grey shirt hanging from the ceiling. The spiders scurry about happily, and wag the shirt back and forth, beckoning you. Climbing out of your bed, you pull the shirt on. It is lightweight, and seems to move with your body more than regular cloth. As the spiders leave your room, you dress yourself completely, and leave for your throne room. The witch is there waiting, along with Fat and Ugly. They bow as you approach, and the witch holds a small bundle of papers towards you. Taking it, you read the report, and pause. Blackmoor is coming to the city with armed escort, and in only three days. There is a war going on, and nobody thought fit to tell the citizens of your village. Apparently it's been going on for months.
A small spider climbs up the side of your throne as you sit on it. Touching your hand, you feel it try to send you images. Accepting the spell, you see through its eyes. Blackmoor sleeping in his bed, a single claw cutting a piece of hair from his head, and withdrawing. Glancing down at your hand, you see the spider place the hair near your palm, and excuse itself. Hmm.