Tenebrous shadows once more began to stir in the forest of Glomdoring in
recent months, their movements uneasy as their touch spread over the
forest's floor. The long silent Crow, perched upon his roost upon the
gnarled and ancient Master Ravenwood, had turned his attentions to the
south, piercing the long placed silence of the forest with a fierce and
thunderous call. Taking to the air on massive wings of oily black
feathers, Crow ripped his enormous frame from the Master Ravenwood's
branches and concealed the forest floor beneath him with a shadow of
immense proportions as it slowly moved toward the foothills south of the
forest.

Rustling the leaves of the forest's plant life, spiders lethargically
emerge from their hiding places, called by an unheard whisper as they
slowly move their bulbous bodies to the south, following in the wake of
Crow's vast shadow. A great many citizens of the Glomdoring's commune
witnessed this curious retreat from the forest, quickly following behind
Crow and the small army of spiders as they made their way into the
foothills nestled between Glomdoring and Avechna's Teeth.

Searching the foothills, many of the commune's citizens stumbled upon
Crow standing watch over what appeared to be a massive construct of
webbing that covered much of the landscape. Hundreds of spiders were
crawling over the surface of the web, tirelessly working as they spun
gossamer strands day and night into the massive web. It was soon
discovered that the spiders were starving, unable to leave the web to
attend to their own needs. Several of those gathered noticed this
behavior and pressed the corpses of dead animals into the web upon which
the spiders pounced, entombing the corpses in cocoons of webbing and
drawing sustenance from their broken bodies. In a frenzy of movement the
rest of the commune began to follow suit, tirelessly keeping the spiders
fed when they became hungry for well over a month's time.

The spiders soon became lethargic, bloated on their many meals and tired
from the many days of work put into the giant web covering much of the
foothills. Soon the spiders began to refuse offerings of food given to
them by those of the forest as a small group gathered at its base. A
number of the largest spiders crawled from their perches atop the
webbing and began to destroy the construct at its base, pulling gossamer
filaments from the ground, weakening the structure. In what could only
be described as an eruption of energy, the web hardened and completely
collapsed in on itself, crumbling into thousands of pieces as a pillar
of deep purple energy was spread into the firmament and back to the
earth in a spiral of dancing shadow, revealing the elegantly arching
boughs of large ravenwood trees and rows of neatly kept rosebushes
within the revealed garden of Viravain's temple. The spiders had
finished their construction, a majestic and foreboding temple of
polished black marble.

Without hesitation many of those gathered rushed into the newly revealed
temple, exploring the neatly manicured gardens and cavernous interiors
with a hungry sort of zeal. Many others from the commune soon flocked to
the temple, discovering within the centre of the gardens and tiny shoot
growing from the healthy soil at the foot of an aesthetic statue of
Viravain, little more than a small stick of green in the ground. Several
pondered over its purpose, but it was the sudden appearance of Rowena
within the temple's gardens that brought answers to many questions. It
was she that recognized its important, but not what it foretold and
suggested that she knew of a way to help the rosebush grow and flourish
at a faster rate than its natural course. She instructed that she would
need a number of ingredients brought to her at her cauldron where she
would mix a potion that should help empower the shoot and help it to
grow.

Penned by My hand on the 20th of Estar, in the year 163 CE.