A shadowlord widowrider nods to Nyir as he leads his giant black widow around.
The Master Ravenwood Tree suddenly flares with pulsating energy as Nyir steps
through.

You curtsey respectfully before Nyir.

The resonating centre of Glomdoring's black heart.
The Master Ravenwood Tree towers over everything here, pulsing with an
immeasurable yet dark power. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular
monolith is on the ground. An archway of thorns rises up from the ground.
Settled within the branches of an ancient and skeletal tree roosts a murder of
crows, their voices harsh and deafening as their caws peal through the air.
Firmly set into the ground, a pulsating branch of the Master Ravenwood has been
set here. Casting darkness all around, a shadow totem thrusts up from the
ground, chilling the air. A rowan sapling clings tenaciously to the ground here.
There are 15 shadowlord widowriders here. In the shape of an open palm, a
metallic sigil lies here. There are 28 iridescent spores here. Mushrooms are
growing here in a perfect circle. Covered in bone armour, a giant black widow
studies you carefully from her web. Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow is here,
shrouded. She wields a mystic cudgel in her left hand and a dark shield in the
form of crow wings in her right.
You see a single exit leading south

Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow bows her head respectfully.

Penumbra Myrkr
Strength : 8 Dexterity : 15 Constitution : 10
Intelligence : 17 Size : 5 Charisma : 18
You are scantily-clad, and reasonably full.
You are not in need of sleep.
You are sober and in control.
You are highly neurotic.
From the clothing that can be seen, you look well-to-do.
You are an enemy of: Moondancers, Pastries, Ghostwolves, Kyrian, Arthar'rt,
Gorgogs.
You currently possess 0 lessons, 41 credits, and 0 bound credits.
You have played for a total of 61 days, 21 hours and 27 minutes.
This week you've played a total of 1 days, 10 hours and 29 minutes.
You have a vote weight of 6.
When you shout, others will hear: An overpoweringly strong female voice shouts,
"Blah blah blah."
You were born into the Great House of Dekoven.
You are not currently active in any family.
Your current mindset is pedantic.
You have one free reincarnation.
Your motto: 'For Love, For Beauty, For Life.'
You will timeout after 30 minutes of inactivity.

You say, "Sorry if I do anything weird to you, in advance, I'm neurotic from
curing people's Astral Insanity."

l nyir
She is a nimble shadowcaster faeling covered with black feathers and seems wild
and uncultured at first glance, her disheveled mane a sickly orange hue and
largely untended, still carrying bits of twigs and leaves tangled within its
unruly knots. Her feral eyes gleam scarlet, constantly shadowed by a
concentrated, quiet hunger reflected in her gaunt face. Skin ripe with faint
markings seems a healthy shade of ebony by comparison. Reminiscent of her race's
elfen heritage, curiously pointed ears poke out from her mass of hair, bearing
with them an occasional nervous twitch. Her rough, calloused hands are
diminutive in nature, gnarled fingers topped by jagged, talon-like fingernails.
She is wearing 9 pocketbelts, a moonstone and garnet ring, a diamond herbology
charm bracelet, 2 thin amethyst bands, a ring of pure diamond, the Feathered
Torc of Crow's Guile, a high-collared leather coat, a beryl sun ring, a thin
jade band, 2 thin opal bands, a braided leather bracelet, an etched beryl ring,
a funereal ring of the kestrel, a simple golden choker inlaid with beryl, a soft
black leather satchel, silvery robes of fine spider silk, and a cloak of crow
feathers.

Nyir nods her head at you.

Nyir begins to flap her wings powerfully, and rises quickly up into the
firmament.

An armoured widow comes falling down from above to land with a 'THUMP.'

Nyir descends from above.

You giggle happily.

An armoured widow begins to follow Nyir obediently.

Nyir nods her head affirmatively.

You exclaim, "Spiders can't fly!"

You giggle happily.

Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow says, "This one, bless her heart, does try."

Nyir strokes an armoured widow tenderly.
An armoured widow clicks its mandibles at Nyir.

You flash Nyir a joyous smile

The giant black widow has legs that look like knobbed black sticks. Her body is
protected by a thick smooth carapace, black as night with the exception of a red
hourglass on the bottom of her abdomen. Multifaceted eyes glitter and study
anything that moves.
Bone armour covers the animal's body from tip to snout.
An armoured widow exudes a quiet confidence.
She weighs 5 ounce(s).
She is loyal to Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow.
An armoured widow is not one to be trifled with.

Confidentially, Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow says, "I believe she fears I may
escape, and she will never have her chance to eat me if I do."

You snicker softly to yourself.

Nyir ponders an armoured widow thoughtfully, looking her up and down.
An armoured widow shifts a few spindly legs.

Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow says, "However, she is as much food to me as I am
to her."

Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow licks her lips ravenously.

You blink.

Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow says to you, "Have you ever tried eating spider
salads?"

Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow says, "Absolutely delicious."

You curl your nose up and grimace awfully.

You say, "Yes. I was tricked into it."

You say, "Urazial gave it to me, and asked what I did with it. I was so hungry I
ate it... he laughed at me for months..."

"Bleh," you say, as you roll your eyes in disgust.

Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow says, "But it is delicious! Why would one laugh at
another for eating it?"

Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow says to you, "I have each of those I hold dear try
it, ayes."

Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow says, "They each agree it is quite delicious, too
exquisite for them to dare try again."

You open your mouth but say nothing.

Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow says, "I suppose my tastes are so refined that I
can eat it whenever I desire."

Nyir gives an armoured widow the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.
An armoured widow backs away from Nyir.

Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow says to an armoured widow, "One day, one day."

Nyir places her hands on the Master Ravenwood Tree and disappears in a fountain
of pulsating energy.

You only THINK this conversation happened because you were highly neurotic.

Either way, it was fun!

Oh yes, and after the skirmish...


Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow offers a tossed spider salad to you.

Making no sudden movements, you back away from Nyir slowly.

Nyir d'Murani, Talons of Crow says, "Your loss."

You smile impishly and say to Nyir, "Thank you for the offer... but trying it
once was quite enough..."

I keep trying to tell people that Nyir is just full of win. Someday you all will listen.