Hellsborough Exposed

Out in the greater Wisewood, near the Loxley banks, is a stretch I have taken to calling the copse of mystic beasts, and it earns the name. Strung between half a dozen trees hung the largest web I have ever set eyes on, and at its centre sat an eightleg — a rarity in The Dark Peak, though common enough back in the off-world. This one was something else altogether: I could not tell where the creature ended and the branches began, as though it had melded with its hosts and become one with the wood, lying in patient wait for whatever wandered close. I did not wander close. Whatever venom a thing like that carries, I doubt Shad could shrug it off, and I know for certain I could not, so we left it to its trees and its terrible patience.