Talk:Arachne/@comment-26219553-20150411140051

You're taking up an apprenticeship with a local tailor famed for the quality that their arachne-silk clothes are made with, despite being staffed solely by humans. After a few hours of doing odd-jobs for more senior employees, a guy from the storage department asks if you could make a supply run- the latter two words phrased in a decidedly ominous fashion.

Upon enquiring further, he tells you that you'll be heading onto the fringe of an arachne's territory, scavenging any silk from the webs around that area; "It's a risky job for a rookie, but we're understaffed right now, and besides- they hate fire, so this torch should keep you safe." He then hands you a torch, the means to light it, a sickle to cut the silk with, a bag for the silk and a map detailing how to reach your destination.

Realising how the shop gets all its silk- you thought they bought it or something- you suddenly understand why the employee turnover rate on this job was so high. Nonetheless, you set out and eventually reach your destination, lighting your torch and gathering silk as instructed. So far, so good, although you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched, despite numerous investigations of faint scuttling noises proving fruitless.

After a few minutes, however, it starts to rain, and the torch flickers and dims, despite your best efforts to keep it out of the drizzle. As if waiting for this cue, the familiar scuttling returns, but something's different- it's coming closer this time, and you can hear giggling, too. The torch flares up dramatically one last time, before sputtering and dying. As if on cue, your stalker finally reveals herself- it's the arachne that owns this territory. What do you do?