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Old May 30th, 2023, 07:26 AM
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"Bingle, Wai---" but she's too late, of course. Bingle is already leaping across. Fela gives a quick "well, can't let her go alone" glance to the others, then tucks her shield away and leaps after, scrabbling for a place she can hold on, reaching for rope if there's time


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Tempest, you hear Bingle say, I'm going, and she goes, but you require more science. You pause to dig in your bag and find the shirt you want and knot it twice as you hide behind the water wall---what water wall?

Both gnomes have dropped their illusions and are running, leaping, landing, and you are entirely exposed.

Falco, the gnomes are in motion, first one, then the other, and you hear the paladin calling futilely for them to wait.

You wait. You want to see the results of the science, so you pause and observe. You are a druid, and as the spider-machine click-clack-whirs in close and is so briefly still, for the seconds the mandibles and wheelies at the front are at work re-securing the cable, you can see clearly there is nothing of the wild or nature to it. This thing is all mechanics and magic.

The enormous clockwork spider takes no notice of you, even though the hiding-walls are down. It is checking the cable that was vigorously shaken and bonked over and over by the mage hands. This close, you can feel the heat from it. The metal webbing is near molten as it comes out---

Hey! You think the tank on top is some kind of huge foundry. You can't go in there! You know you will burn up. The boxes or cabinets below might work, though?

The four long arms with the reels pull metal goo out of the foundry like strings of blazing hot taffy and cool it in the air as they pull it long. Then they wind it around the spindles. The head has some tool-ish things jutting out, and pulleys, and the head manipulates the alloy and attaches it. It has that little pipe open on the front that leaks a kind of spittle. The spit is acting as a catalyst to super-stick the ends to the staircase.

Bingle, you think of Tumble and her clockworks and her hunger for xeperienecs, but you channel Kasja. GRAPPLE! You hear Banx running behind you. You land just where you wanted, under the platform, where the jointed front leg comes out from behind the domed head.

This is not webbing, here, but wiring. Not sticky at all, but very good for twining around and holding onto. Halran clutches into the wires, too. Good thing, as the creature has already finished checking the attachment of the cable to the stairs and now is zooming away, crossing the cable, heading down and across to where the strand attaches on the other side of the stairs.

You hear a thump above you. Banx has landed on the platform. You hear soft padding as he runs on the metal plate toward the cabinet-like things, then silence.

The thing lurches across across, faster than your lights can go, away into the dark. You do not see Banx fall, so he must have found a place to cling. GREAT!

Tempest by the time you dig out the right shirt and prep it with two knots to give it heft and throw it, the spider is already moving away. You aim well, Snail Thrower, and the shirt does exactly what you want.

It sails out, the tails of the fabric fluttering, and it lands on the thick cable. It sticks.

The spider pays it no more mind than it paid the crossbow bolts that Fela threw down the hole, and it also has zero interest in you, exposed on the stairs. It cares about making sure the webbing is secure, if it cares for anything. NOT! ALIVE! Not reasoning or thinking, this.

Falco and Tempest, The spider is already descending, laden with gnomes, so fast, spinning away from the leaping paladin---who goes plummeting down, between the thick cables through one of the open parts of the web.

Fela disappears into the endless darkness. If the stairs go down another hundredth of what you have followed so far, you know that she cannot survive this fall. Period.

The spider, too, has moved fast out of your darkvision range, and the fireflies Bingle set upin a stack below you, making a tube of light, wink out, their timer up. You are left on the stairs that stretch up and down before you in Gray Scale.

"lostcheerio"]Bingle, you see Fela jump! Sail!---Miss!

IMPOSSIBLE! But she misses, and she plummets straight down, disappearing into blackness, her hands clawing at air, her mouth a shocked O. She is gone.

Not you. You are nested in wires pretty good, and you hang on as the spider, with absolutely no regard for what is up and what is down, scuttles to the other side of the long cable across the nearly 200 foot hole in the center of the whirlpool, down at an angle. It pauses and checks the security of the cable's attachment on the other side.

ALL GREAT HERE FOR SPIDERS! Then it goes down so fast your stomach drops. ZOOOOOOOM.

It pauses again at the edge of the big web to dis-attach some strands, let itself through, and then reattach the cables. It uses its mouth to activate the ends and make them re-molten, securing them very firmly to the stairs. Then it it goes DOWN, DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN, spinning and moving with the stairs and whatever web-cables go across. There are many. IT GOES. SO FAR! SO FAST!

It is near the stairs when it slows and stops and you see a second web stretched across as much of the hole as your darkvision can show you. This second web seems as if it is also made of some sort of metal alloy, but it is not 1/10th as LARGE in scale.

OH HEY! Maybe it caught Fela! IT HAD TO! It is very fine. Not even you could fall through it. Halran could. Sass could. Nothing much larger. You could disembark, if you want, and jump right onto it. It glistens, very sticky. You could also run over and disembark onto the stairs.

OR, you can stay and ride as it passes through this smaller webbing, reattaches it, and continues down. You have mere have seconds to decide.

I'm okay, Banx says soft from the platform above you. There is no one in the cabinets. I saw a lot, and I mean a lot, of light up things that could be buttons? Even more levels,. Gauges. Dials. Like, so many. I don't know where to begin. What shall we do. [/SECRET]

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Fela, you fall. It is so surprising! Your god can be inexplicable, your emotions surge and ebb and flow---rage and apology, judgement and regret --- but your body doesn't fail you.

Except now it does.

You leap for the platform after Banx, and almost! Almost! But, no. The spider wheels and runs away across the gap, and you hang briefly in air, shocked.

As you plummet into the black, do you have regrets? Do you remember Innovation, warm in your arms. Cinnamon breath. That girl is a gambler, a game player. Would she have risked her own cold death to kiss you? Yes. You know this, in this moment. Kissed you, and more.

But no, you walked away.

Briony, so tightly wound, a girl who is much more like you, a match that makes more sense by any metric. Briony loves structure and correctness, as you do, but she is also capable of loving Finn (Gand) with the same exasperated shrugging. You have so much in common, and your family and the clerics of Templetome could not fault your choice or judge you as they would if you dared to show up in Templetome with a girl who has genetic links to Hell. You were to meet Briony later today (now? maybe?) why did you wait? Privacy, reticence, but, gods, what if there is no other moment?

Because the longer you fall, the more time you have to regret, the more time you have to realize this is not a fall you can survive. No one could survive this. At least you are not blind, bless Falco. You see the loops and loops of endless stairs flash by in grayscale, more and more of those cables crossing.

And then you hit.

A web. Another web. The cables of this one are much thinner, and the mesh is much finer. You could not slip through. And it has such give to it! It eats up your momentum, dips and gives, slowing you, and then it bounces back. By all rights, you should be hurled up into the air again, as if you hit a trampoline, but no. It is a different, smaller, fiercer kind of sticky. It lifts you up, pulls you down. Bounce, bounce. Your shoulder, shieldm and left arm are completely stuck. Hard stuck. YOu reverberatee to a gentle bouncing, and now you see, with your Druid0gifted dafrkvision, a smaller dier with strange needle-y hands coming to collect you, web-walking fast. It is the size of a horse, and it reaches with its spindle-hands, clearly meaning to collect you.

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Th' Web-Tender were no more spider'n Biffers were a man. This clockwork spider never were alive so much as animated by magic an' set t' mind simple tasks; jus' like Biffers. So, it won't be mindin' none o' this crew so much. As long as they don't go messin' with th' cables. Bingle an' Banx both seemed t' land directly on th' thing an' confirmed its indifference.

Unfortunately, Fela did not stick to th' webbin' t' confirm about th' cables. She fell straight through an' there weren't time t' think too much. Falco turned t' Tempest, "We need t' go after her. Th' gnomes have each other, they'll find us." He believed this because they had before. "I'm gonna turn 'nto a big spider so I won't be able t' talk but if'n ye want t' hop on ye should. Bingle does sometimes but, I don't think she'll mind considerin'. I can bob up 'n' down fer yes an' sway side t' side fer no."

Falco were already thinkin' about one particular type o' spider known t' be a hunter. He could picture it in 'is mind. A giant wolf spider weren't somethin' ye forgot easy.Even if ye only saw it through a spyglass from th' deck o' a ship sailin' close t' a forested coast infested with 'em. He crouched down an' didn't need th' magic t' see in greys no more as eyes began t' darken an' multiply. Th' Hin laid down, stretched, an' shook out extra legs as his body rearranged t' become th' spider.

He were no mere tender o' webs. Th' spider were a predator, he stalked th' webs. Th' walls wouldn't slow him none either. If'n Fela could grab a cable, they'd find her. After Tempest climbed on an' secured herself, he went immediately t' th' edge o' th' stairs. Spinnerettes activated an' started producin' spider silk what stuck t' th' side o' th' stairs before he stepped off an' plunged down 'nto 'is dark domain o' webs on a silken thread.

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Tempest enjoyed her experiment, learning without a doubt that monstrosity was not cleaning the metallic webby cables. "What do you think cleans off the odd ropes?" So many questions, that of which were interrupted as her thoughts ripped to halt as Bingle and Banx nearly flew onto the unnatural metal spider before she found a way to slow it down so everyone could board it like a um…chariot. It was so damn quick; as quick as a jumping spider, attentive to whatever made it tick. Then Fela jumped as the creature, if it could even be called that, moved and shifted with an odd grace.

There was no way to grab Fela, or throw a rope to her, or anything. "Fela!" The Siren did not believe this was part of the plan, or any plan. She yelled again. "Bingle Curiosa, Fela fell! Fela! We're coming!" Using just a first name like everyone else seemed appropriate due to time constraints and her heart in her throat. Granted, what did she owe everyone? Tempest knew she could just leave, take over the ship, and…and fight all the badness herself. And it would be quite lonely, which is fine, but …

"Agreed. Understood." Tempest said confidently, with assurance that everything would be well and all challenges would be met head-on. Drawing in a deep breath of this weird…stale …air…she grabbed the rope in both hands once she slung her shield onto her back.

Once Falco shifted into giant spider form, she did not have time to admire such magic, but moved on very quickly. Tempest knew her ropes and knots and double looped and slide-knotted a harness of sorts between the second and third legs and that waist, giving herself a figure eight of a loop to hold onto and rope close enough to stick her legs under. She tied and knotted a loop around her waist once she got onboard the Falco-Spider and pressed herself close against the rough fuzz once she secured her trident against her back so it wasn't protruding all over the place. "Let's go get Fela, Falco."

When they took to the darkness, the Spider and the upside down Siren, Tempest listened for the others as she tried to kept a watchful eye on what was around them. They were diving into the unknown, black as pitch, gray as an approaching storm. This was an exhilarating fear; one of adventure and possible random heroism. She was glad Bingle could create light; At least they had that and other great magic and cleverness. They will find each other again; Tempest had to put her full faith in Falco, and therefore did.

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She doesn't want to disembark! No, not at all. The ropes are good, if a little swingy, and there's no one looking at her. This is one of the best things about the amazing mechanical spider: it doesn't seem to notice anything biological at all. She has so many suspicions that this spider might be gnomish in origin. It just looks like something that would be in one of the stories. Somebody's grandpa would devote his life to designing it and somebody's cousin would devote his life to building it and of course it would turn bad and try to kill everyone, starting with the grandpa, and the cousin would be blinded by love for it, but the hero would figure out how to turn it off. A hidden button or a laser beam or a red knob or handle hanging from a chain. Or else the robot would develop a syrup or pill to keep the gnomes satiated and peaceful and go on and rule the world in mechanical tyranny. One of those things!

We need to find the kill switch! Bingle yells into Banx's brain. Start looking for it! It will be a big red button or a lever with the handle across two sticks!

She begins to wildly scramble up to join him on what she's thinking of now as the Command Deck, planning to swat his hands away from the many gauges and dials, and relying on Harlan to pull her up by the hair, or some kind of magical arm strength to appear so she can pull herself over the edge on her own. But Banx thoughtfully does not do what she asks. Instead he dangles a rope to help her up, so they can look at the dials and buttons together. She is relieved. And annoyed. She grabs at the rope and misses, and falls down, down off the spider, and onto the sticky web with a deflating whump. The spider looms above her, doing its moltening/attachening. Siht! Siht! Siht!

She can almost see those gauges and dials. It's so clear in her mind. The kill switch. The kill switch. She has to, has to, has to see them and look at them and decide which one is the best! Letting her body go insensate on the web, she wargs into Halran and flies up in there anyway. She pecks Banx on the head and messages: I'm here in Harlan. Let's do this. It's fine. It's totally fine. What care she for body! When there are levers and knobs to be thoughtfully evaluated! What self-respecting gnome would roll to safety when there's a gargantuan (gar!gan!tuan!) mechanical spider to be operated from a cabinet of controls? None. No one. No. Anyway Fela's probably on this web as well. Probably Fela will find her dumb greygreen body. And scrape it up. Probably. These are thoughts she has as she flies into the control room, battering around with her little wings, to help Banx figure it out. Would it have been easier if Halran had been available to fly around on the outside of the spider and report the results of each click and poke? Sure. Will it be fine this way? Yes. She looks frantically with her little birdy eye and uses her gnomey brain to think, think. Which button turns it off? Which lever makes it stop? WHICH?






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A screaming fades into the depths.
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At first, Fela can't tell if she has so much time to think because the fall is so tremendous, or because her thoughts are speeding up as she approaches her death. Of course she has regrets. Trying to jump in her armor, for one. Longer spent on kisses, or the lack thereof.

Sally wouldn't have been serious, but would that have been so bad? Being unserious, as a teenager? Gods knew Finn still wasn't, still -- Saliber, Lunimar and dusk and dawn in-between, her brother meant his kisses in his own way, but they weren't serious, like she meant.

Innovation she hurt more by not kissing than any icy blast an actual kiss could have brought. So why hadn't she? Fear of what Rickardt and Templetome at large would think, a Watcher with a Tiefling? Or did it bug Fela that she was a Tiefling? She didn't think so, but feelings like that were nebulous, slippery things to Fela, and it was hard to be sure.

Briony. Just -- why had she been so slow? She could have made it happen, if she really wanted. And oh, Fela wanted. So why the foot-dragging? And why had she dragged her out to the dangerous part of the sea? Even if the boat managed to survive -- if the other made it out to tell of what happened to her, or they waited long enough and decided it was time to come home -- even if Briony survive, she'd be scarred by caring for a fool-hardy paladin who leapt to her death.

It's the kiss that really happened that she feels she should regret, but can't. Nexa (or her minion's) half-kiss that night in the swamp, that marked her and cursed and got her sent away. It had been so stupid, so fool-hardy. She'd still be in Templetome, not plummeting to her death, if she hadn't let that happen. And yet. The past few weeks were so full, so vivid, so exciting, they seemed to outweigh all that came before it in the reckoning. She was proud of what she'd done in Saltmarsh, loved her friends nearly as much as her father, and none of that would have happened if it hadn't been for that sloppy missed kiss to the side of her mouth.

As the cables whizz past it becomes clear it's not just time speeding up, that the fall really is outrageously far, and she stops screaming -- she's fallen so far they surely can't hear her. It seems a miracle she hasn't crashed into one of the thick cables and spun into the walls yet, and then the breath is sucked out of her as she vibrates back and forth in the netting.

A few deep breaths to collect herself, and she notices she's not alone -- something is crawling across the net to get her. Is it...good? The needle-hands suggest not. "Will...will you help me?" It can't hurt to ask; it knows she's here. But she doesn't wait for an answer. Kicking and struggling doesn't seem to be doing much, so she looks around wildly -- the half-kiss, the unregretted one, she could misty step, if there was ledge within reach, or one of those cables above she could cling to, or or or...

If there's not, she struggles wildly, futilely against he net, trying to free her arm so she can draw her sword, and if she can't, waits until the...thing gets close to try to misty step onto its back, and hold on.

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Bingle you fall, and SPLAT into a web, and STICK HARD. STUCKED! Well, no to that.

BLOOP, into Halran you go, and up to the cabinet, where Banx is sitting in a gnomesized chair surrounded by gnomesized controls. LEVER THIS, BUTTON THAT. So much lights. You peck his head and demand actions! He is game, looking and touching, his eyebrows scooched together. There are WORDS or LETTERS or SYMBOLS by some pieces but they are not written in gnomish and mean ZERO to you both. WHY NOT GNOMISH! When gnomes made this for sure. Kind of. Weird around the edges. Wrongful gears, but correct belts, familiar ways to attach pistons, but the pistons are attached to a thing — you do not even know what that is.

There is NO GINAT RED SOTP button, or many buttons at all. Banx thinks most are not to press but more like lights in patterns, reporting things? Banx points to a lever. Messages back, Not sure there is a STOP, or EMERGENCY QUIT IT, but I think—-I think? If we slide this over, it goes to manual control.? Should I—

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STUPID! QUESTION! You peck and fuss, and he slides it, and the spider stills. It idles. A panel opens in front of the chairs with more controls, just a few, simple. Manual control is not for doing much? These controls are dusty when the rest of the spider is clean. Here is a wheel for turning, a lever for up or down? Eight buttons that mean nothing. Your body lies in the web, idling, too. The water is loud, the idling spider is loud. SO LOUD.

Banx gets out of the chair and goes to look down at you stuck in the web. He says, Something is coming toward you body. Something— He sucks in breath. He stops talking and starts going down the tied rope toward your body. Halran is Fey and can see farther in the Drak than Banx.

A thing is coming toward Bingle, fast over the webbing. It is the size of Maude or Mary or maybe bigger. It has needle fingers. It is hurrying and official.

OOC: You are in initiative, but it has used its action to move. It is 60 feet away on the map heading to Bingle. It seems fast. Bingle is STUCK. Athletics check to get unstuck—you didn;t fall FAR so you are not as deep stuck as you night be. That said, this adhesive is NOT like the big web, this adhesive is for people, and it is hard to get free. DC 16. Banx can help you or do another action.
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Falco, the roar of the huge whirlpool around you is so loud, Fela’s scream is lost in seconds. You spider up and down you go. This web is wrongful, your web is correct. Silken and strong, it unspools from you. Fela fell off on this side… surely if you go down far enough you will find her? Or the bottom. Hopefully you find her before you find the bottom, because there’s no way anyone could survive this fall.

Now that you are not ON the stairs, you feel a breeze or a sucking that wants to pull you centerward. It sets you swinging. This is dangerous. You might bang into the criss-cross thick cables or, worse the stairs themselves. It is as if there is an air whirlwind in the hole that pulls you centerward.

Tempest, you are correct—-something must clean the cables. It isn’t that gnome-bearing spider that just lurched off, gargantuan, big as a house. That thing didn’t take notice of YOU, much less a shirt, but as you go down, swaying, clinging to this hairy bristle-backed creature, you see that every cable you pass is tidy and clean.

The water roars, the dark beyond your grayscale sight is absolute, and whirly air currents pull horribly at you, too; you have to cling hard to the spider. You can’t see the other side or even the middle from here, but as his butt rope gets longer, you swing more wildly. You see a lot more webbing happening, and ow a lot of it is…smaller. Denser. THe individual cables are 1/8th of the radius of the big spider’s cables. They gleam in the gray, and if you reach out a hand to touch them, it is hard to get the hand back. Stickier. More and more web strings appear as you go down, and the swaying threatens to push you into them!

OOC: You guys can get back on the stairs for free and go up or down or whatever you like, no rolls. IF you continue via BUTTROPE, Goons, make a DEX SAVE or acrobatics check, please, DC ten to avoid banging into cables as the air pulls you toward the center. They are very sticky, but you are a spider and will nto be caught by them.

Plaid, IF Goons makes his save, you make a STR save or Athletics check, DC 10, to stay on the spider. If you fail, you fall down the hole, If he fails his save, it is instead a DC 12 save or check to not stick very hard to the webbing he bangs into.
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Down you go, Fela, down into regrets. As you fall, you begin to twirl, almost, or circle. The air is also whirlwinding, pulling you toward the center. You cannot see the stairs now. All you see in every direction is webbing, until Needle Fingers comes. It clicks and whirs, picking its way toward you. You can hardly hear it over the roar of the water though.

You ask it to help you and it sidles closer, lifting its hand like spindles. You see that on each hand, one finger is actually dripping some clear fluid. It smells astringent. It comes at you in a manner you cannot call friendly. Maybe that liquid is a solvent, to free you from the webbing? Maybe it is a drug, to subdue you.

You struggle, and you are young and strong, but you can’t beat this cable. You fell so far and hit it with such force, you are well and truly stuck.

As Needle Fingers gets close, the dome of his back begins to open. You see in there a small padded space empty except for attached manacles. Two sets. For hands and feet? Or perhaps the space is meant for two. Two human sized things could fit in there, if they were bound and lying down. If the dome closed again, they would trapped lying down in a curl in the dark. Not. Comforting.

Fey-kissed paladin, you can’t break free, but you can step to it. Toward this thing is the only place to go to stand on that is not extremely sticky webbing. SO you go to it? You know instinctively not to go into its prisoner transport pouch, and not into the hands…But you can see that if you jump behind the opening hatch, you could stand on its back abdomen and hang onto the dome. You don’t think the needle-hands will be able to reach you there.

That familiar tingle and then POP, you are there. It stops dead, confused, and then begins to spin, trying to get to you, but you spin with it, and you stay on. The hands reach and scrabble, but you can lean back and avoid them. It becomes agitated and dashes back and forth in little bursts as you cling. You are on this thing, Paladin—what now?

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I'm not sorryTh' Amazin' Spider-Hin found he could do whatever a spider could. Which, in this unnatural funnel out in th' open Sea with an equally abnormal breeze what nudged an' pushed t'wards th' center, weren't exactly equivalent t' what he might be doin' in a more accommodatin' environment. No sign o' Fela yet but if th' wind were pushin' him, then maybe it helped her catch th' web. It were certainly complicatin' 'is continued descent. But a spider knows a web, even when it ain't their own.

He twisted 'is body, jus' a bit, so that th' breeze would point 'im in a more advantageous trajectory like a current would do a ship. Th' Spider knew how t' land on a web no matter if'n it were metallic an' wrong. Th' Hin, bein' an' adventurous sort with lots o' time sailin', knew 'is way around a rope an' swung from many a riggin'. Spider-Hin rode th' silken strand in an' reached out with 'is many legs t' lightly touch down on th' cable an' grab on.

All eight legs loosened an' relaxed t' feel for th' give an' sway t' th' strange web. He loosened 'is stance jus' like when Falco walked on' th' waves before an' relaxed 'is mind. Spider-Hin reached out with 'is Specifically Sidey but technically Web Sensesenses fer any vibration, no matter how minuscule. Anythin' what might be a Paladin or Gnome. He cleared 'is mind an' focused on the threads, listenin' t' what they would say.

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There they go, nearly passengers on the vortex-y wind encased in a whirlpool of ocean, that could be encased in more air. Oh yes, Tempest let it sink in that she's beyond her watery and land-walking comfort zones. And allowing that acceptance, she finally grinned as Falco-Spider let the breeze guide his new form across the growing design of narrower silvery ropes. It was so strange to hear the roar of the ocean without swimming, but flying - and it certainly was feeling more like flying - was a different sort of swimming. As dangerous as it all was, even though they were on a mission to save Fela, the unknown with the wind at her face kinda felt good.

Tempest shifted her weight when Falco turned his spidery body, clamping onto the ropes she had set and kept her feet tucked in tight. The Siren knew she had to fight the pull of the wind while trying to be one with the Spider-Hin. It came to her rather clearly as she listened to the ocean - she needed to be no less than a remora hitching a ride on a manta ray. So that she did as the Druid swayed and moved across the alien webbings. The Siren looked deeply into the gray against darkness patterned with silvery sticky strands, listening for any signs of the Gnomes, Fela, or anything beyond the rush of water that filled her ears. It was like listening for the drumming of a plump meal-time crab.
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Right now Bingle is Harlan. Is flapping wings, is gnome head pecks, is claws digging into Banx's joyous hair swoosh like a rat on the head of an aspiring chef. She likes doing this. Likes them figuring out the puzzling buttons and sliders together. Likes all the knobs and weird words and the cabinet within the cabinet and the wheel! The wheel! Oh dang, does she want to drive this mechanical spider. Please, she flaps and flaps. Please, she pecks. But when Harlan sees the golden spider coming toward them, fast, it's necessary for Bingle to whump back into her own body.

"When they get close, stick your hand out! Say something arcanish and gnomish like argle-bargle or blargle-fargle!" she squawks from stuck in her dumb body. She can't even get her stupid hair unstuck from the webbing, and doesn't want to even move too much. Maybe they'll think she's dead. She hopes! She yanks her neck around just enough so she can see Banx standing up on the Command Deck out of one eye. The thing humming and waiting! At their command! None of Griselda Erevyn's pretty elvish words or Keledek's deep ancient words will do. It's got to be gnomish. And powerful!

When the golden spider gets close enough that whatever is driving it (or it! itself! it's own spider self!) can see the show, Banx sticks his hand out and Bingle creates an illusory Bingle under his hand. She illusions herself there in a perfect wizard pose, hand outstretched, in a hero pose.

"ARBARGLINO FARPARGLINO!" Banx trumpets bravely, and Bingle quick-bamfs right under his hand, into the exact shape of her illusion. Then she hollers at the golden spider.

"AH HA! IT IS I, BINGLE CURIOSA, AND IT IS HIM, BANX CURIOSA, OF THE UNDINE MOUTH. WE SALUTE YOU FROM THE COMMAND DECK OF THE WEBINATOR, WHICH WE ARE IN CONTROL OF NOW. GOOD DAY. THIS IS A NICE WHIRPLOOL YOU HAVE. TO WHOM ARE WE SPEAKING PLEASE."

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Bingle you do a clever. The SpiderHorseThing with its hroribel needlehands stops, considers, idles. A lens on the front whirs up, as if considering you. It doesn’t try to climb up the big spider to you. It doesn’t do anything as long as you don’t do anything. Is this a face off?

You can’t hear much over the roaring waters, but if you are patient (Banx is), and wait (He wants this, too), you do see another one, much the same, coming up through the webbing. Much the same, but not exactly.

It has tool covered hands, all kinds of tools! Not needles ones. It has a clear domed back, not a golden one. And inside the glass dome is a personage, very hard to see because the glass is hazy. This second spider comes to a stop by the first one, and the glass dome slides back and open, and you see why it was hazy. It is full of smoke. The personage is smoking.

He glares at you from under his beetle-y brows, puffs, considers, then speaks Gnomish in a grumply voice with a crusty strange accent: Wizrads, zizit? Waht is Wizrads of the Nudine Mouth doin’ in The Fnunel of the Nat Tarp, eh, nad did ya fyl here, because the sihp net is mepyt! Waht’s yer business with Ithil’vorn Mlezzi’ir? Tlak like flok, ym common is rusyt.

This is a gnome, but a gray weird gnome with a weird accent.
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Web Tempest and Falco, you land in tandem on the cable. Both of you have all your senses yearning down toward your missing friends, but it is fruitless. It is too loud, and your dark vision can only see so far.

The spider can feel nothing on this cable, because nothing else is on it. You creep along it, feeling and looking, to be very very sure, but you see it just runs across on an angle, from one side of the stairs down to the other side.

You both notice a useful thing! As you move toward the center, that sucking and pulling all but stops. As you move through the center to the other side, it starts again. But it is very obvious to both of you that if the spider attached his butt floss to this cable in the center, you could go down very fast with no dangerous swaying.

If Falco is right, then the currents would have pulled Fela to this center, too, and you should be able to find her this way. You could also go safely down the cables zig zagging back and forth and then taking the stairs to the next one, quite fast on his spider-legs; this would be much faster than the stairs, but take much longer than flossing buttily down…

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Spider-Hin did not like these non-webs. They was all wrong; they didn't connect. Not natural. How could th' machine-spider tell when somethin' were in its wrong-web then? Th' sounds? He might not ever understand that. Instead, he rocked back 'n' forth t' let th' Siren know he couldn't feel th' Paladin. But they certainly felt somethin' else. Th' pullin' wind what directed ever'thing t' th' center simply stopped there. It were like bein' in th' eye o' a storm.

He gestured down with 'is forelegs, straight down th' middle would be quickest an' th' most likely place t' find someone what fell. Between th' winds an' th' cables, even th' swirlin' walls 'emselves, ever'thing pointed t' th' center. Spinnerettes began twirlin' up silk as Spider-Hin gently bobbed up 'n' down. Yes. He dropped down, once more, 'nto th' dark below th' depths helpin' t' scan th' cables with Tempest as they drop past each layer.

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Fela's alive, but otherwise questioning her judgment. Why is she wasting time struggling against the web -- if it was strong enough to break her fall, how could she hope to wrench herself free? And teleporting herself to the spider saves her for the moment, but she can't help but wonder why she hadn't just teleported after Bingle to begin with, and save herself being in this position in the first place...

Then there's no time for thinking or doubting herself, as she's on the back of the spider, positioning herself just so with against the open hatch to avoid the claws, and struggling to stay on at the same time. With the cockpit it looks like it just wants to subdue her, take her prisoner, rather than kill her. But Fela didn't sensibly become a docile hostage of the lizardfolk, and she's not about to surrender to this spider-vehicle, either, no matter how dire it looks.

First thing is to secure herself here -- nothing else will matter if she gets bucked off back onto the web. A hand free would be even better. She pulls a rope out of her bag, looks for somewhere to attach it. The manacles inside the dome would be great but she doesn't dare let herself get trapped under the dome -- could she just throw a loop of it around the dome? Figures it's worth a shot. If she manages, she can start trying to get this spider thing out of commission...[/SECRET]



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The Spider-Hin climbed and crawled while keeping an easy balance on a thin sticky cable. Crabs, being such similar creatures, felt clumsier when scaling the algae forest. Tempest wondered if surface spiders changed colors as kelp spiders did depending on what they ate. In the surface world, it was more along the lines of 'who' they ate since they were not plant-eaters. Yes, spiders were only similar if one did not think about the nuanced differences - like the difference between being pulled into the eye of a storm, or simply free-falling into a spinning darkness with a prayer and airy webbings….like wings unspindling in a controlled chaos of silk.

Oh, how the Siren held on as she remained watchful. As Falco gestured and bobbed, she felt the changes in the current, in the pressure of the pull and understood all-too well they were going to follow Fela's dive. Where were the Gnomes? Were they above watching? Tempest yelled to the rush of ocean water and thick, odd air, "We're going down the center! Fela, we're coming!" She was lucky she could hear herself shout, but just in case her goddess of Air and Storm heard her, perhaps she would pass along the message like a paper bird. One had to have some faith before they jumped into the darker of the dark where the air stilled.

Tempest patted one of the Spider-Hin's rough fuzzed legs. "Ready!" As ready as she'd ever been, she tightened her hand around the rope, turning a length of it around her arm as her legs held tight. Her gaze fell to the darkness and cables as they fell, singing out for Fela as they tried to follow the paladin's path.
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Not getting needled is super important. Bingle stands very straight and true, but is also a little scared, but is also a little proud that they got the spider to chill out, wrangling buttons like proper big city gnomes.

"The nat tarp, the nat tarp," she whispers to Banx, who has moved back over to the manual controls to try and work out how to run the spider without autopilot. "Do we know anything about grey gnomes doing nat tarps in the middle of oceans?"

"We cna fyl and a lot of ohter tihngs," begins Bingle. She bows. "And we fnid your sipder very wodnours."

"Ithil’vorn Mlezzi’ir," she whispers to Banx who is working. "Ithil’vorn Mlezzi’ir is not a gnome name, that's lef siht right there, Ithil’vorn Mlezzi’ir, that's a lef for sure."

She waves her hand. "We satule the lnoglvied and betaufiul Ithil’vorn Mlezzi’ir, on behalf of the gerat sruface twon of Slatmrash! We seek a lalinace agnaist the shrak pepole, who we msut desroyt, becasue they are kindapping Slatmrashians for a treribel ritaul, ivnovling the Eye and they wnat to riase it and wroship it. Did you konw abotu this and are you alamred?"

Bingle pinches Banx, hard, and whispers. "Do you think he even knows about this? Or cares? Or maybe Ithil’vorn Mlezzi’ir is the eye? What if he's the Eye!?"

She continues. "We know taht Ithil’vorn Mlezzi’ir is a pwoerflu preson, nad we fofer rhices and gfits, in xechnage for his hlep and konweldge. Thnak you and I hope his mohter is wlel."


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