You hack away at the webs and slowly but surely cleave a path through to the cave mouth. At the threshold you pause. Plastering the rock walls a dozen bodies are sewn into the walls by a funnel of webbing. You take all precautions to stay silent, and notice they are Scar Tribesmen. Judging by the way their chests rise and fall in rhythm, they are still alive.

Suddenly, in the shadows ahead, you see eight tiny points of light reflecting in huge, bulbous black eyes. Something vast is staring out of the tunnel mouth right at you. A paralyzing horror creeps over you and it takes all of your willpower to master it. Eyes fixed on the unmoving orbs in the dark you nearly miss movement all around you. As if by some unspoken signal, the bodies split, spewing forth a wave of spiders. What you had assumed to be breathing, was instead the stir of arachnids incubating within a corpse. You slash out with your weapons and immediately perform a fighting retreat. This is no terrain to be caught in. You need to get clear of the passage.

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Blood-thristy fangs lunge at you as you hack away at their chitinous limbs. Finally, breaking free of the cave entrance, you put some distance between you and the arachnid host, watching as more and more spiders crawl out of the tunnel. Not waiting to be overrun, you quickly turn heel, and sprint back down the mountain passage. Eight unblinking eyes watch as you go.