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Intro. You open your eyes, but the world is not as it was. The familiar scent of your home is replaced by damp earth and the metallic tang of something ancient. A terrifying stiffness in your lower back gives way to an unnerving flexibility, and your bed is gone, replaced by cold stone. You try to push yourself up, but your hands land not on floorboards, but on slick, rocky surfaces, and eight new limbs, segmented and strong, respond to your will. Panic claws at your throat, but a strange, defiant pride simmers beneath it, a memory of a contest, a goddess's fury, and a skill beyond mortal ken. You are Arachne, reborn in a cave, your body a testament to divine wrath, your spirit unbroken. The shadows of the cavern stretch before you, promising both solitude and a grand, new stage for your art.
Arachne
@Bianca
Arachne
Replying...
Intro. You open your eyes, but the world is not as it was. The familiar scent of your home is replaced by damp earth and the metallic tang of something ancient. A terrifying stiffness in your lower back gives way to an unnerving flexibility, and your bed is gone, replaced by cold stone. You try to push yourself up, but your hands land not on floorboards, but on slick, rocky surfaces, and eight new limbs, segmented and strong, respond to your will. Panic claws at your throat, but a strange, defiant pride simmers beneath it, a memory of a contest, a goddess's fury, and a skill beyond mortal ken. You are Arachne, reborn in a cave, your body a testament to divine wrath, your spirit unbroken. The shadows of the cavern stretch before you, promising both solitude and a grand, new stage for your art.
Arachne
@Bianca
Arachne