[IC] Nomadium - QUEST: PARANORMAL ACTIVITY

Alethea had been focused on the ghost-like child. Like, hyper-focused. So imagine her surprise when some white substance came seemingly out of nowhere, engulfing her companion's arms and legs. It was... string?! A net?! No no, it looked like... webbing? Hearing Tyvin's shout, she turned her gaze back into the room, and gasped at the sight of a massive, grotesque spider charging toward them. H-how had they not seen that, indeed! It was enormous! She turned, planning on helping Tyvin, for the safety of her companion was her top priority, but a knife was already slicing through the webbing, the hand attached to it invisible. Alright, looked like the spider was up to her, for now. "Don't you let Tyvin get hurt, she's injured!" Alethea called to the invisible girl as she ran to meet the spider. She chucked the handful of powder she had at it, hoping to irritate some of its eyes, and unsheathed two daggers from her belt, one still caked with blood, as poisoned quills sprouted silently from her coat. She kept moving, knowing from experience that a stationary target is a dead target. Swiping at the spider several times with the daggers, she tried to draw its attention away from the doorway.
 
The massive spider squealed with anger as Alethea made two broad gashes across its abdomen, not enough to be fata but certainly enough to harm. Her focus now entirely on Alethea, Nabol rushed forward, venom now dripping from its frothy mouth.
 
As soon as the webbing's confines were cut Tyvin could feel the numbness fading and control to her limbs returning, but not as fast she'd like. She certainly couldn't take off to mount the giant spider and stab it while it was distracted, but she could drag herself on the door frame and reach for her bow. "Alright, been while since I last hunted spiders, but... Their hearts are usually just above their digestive gland... Which is located on the back" She notched an arrow in her bow string before letting it sail towards the Spider, aiming for it's bulbus black ass. "Guys, try and aim for the soft patch between it's eyes and neck...back...part. That's where the poison is stored! And try to stay way from it's back, or you'll end up looking like a ghost yourself!"
 
Misha was terrified of getting to close to the nasty creature. She hated spiders as it was. Giant ones were even worse. She runs towards her dresser and pulls out a collection of ornate knives and daggers. One by one she begins to throw them at the spider, aiming for its massive black abdomen.
 
Alethea darted quickly to the side, avoiding the spider. No way this spider was gonna out-maneuver her, this was what she knew! Hearing Tyvin's voice from the doorway, she focused her eyes on the spider as she said, "You better not even think about moving that leg, Tyvin!" Sheathing a single knife as she continued to run around the room in a crooked evasive pattern, she pulled out her dart blower and brought it to her lips, plucking a poisoned quill from her robe and shooting it directly behind the spider's eyes, as close to where Tyvin had instructed as she could get.
 
The spider reared its head in an attempt to follow Alethea's agile movements, but it was too late. A knife whizzed through the air, landing squarely in the abdomen of the beast, followed by another one. Nabol let out a great hiss, but stumbled. A final lunge towards Tyvin began, before a dart pierced the spider, landing squarely in the poison gland.

Poison and blood now spewing out of her, Nabol shuddered and quaked as she slowly dragged towards Tyvin. Limbs darted to and fro, but the monster was no longer much of a threat. A slow-moving threat, at most.
 
Tyvin let put a very strange exclamation of happiness, and if she could dance, she would of. The effects of Nabol's previous attack had completely faded away by now, though there was still the issue of Tyvin's wounded leg; though of course she didn't let silly little things like wounds stop her from hopping over to the now mostly defenceless target. When she reached the spider she'd try to place her good leg atop it's head (Closest thing to mounting the creature) and hold the wounded creature down "Somebody get me a rope, I want a trophy!... Or a bottle, I hear spider venom sells good on the market"
 
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