Part 3: The Spider's Web

Stormsong is not able to tell, at this point, if this bow is shaping up to be something special, but he remains polite about it to the little gnome. It is little trouble (and negligible cost) to gather the materials for Gimblyn.

It's a quiet couple of days as you head to the ruins of Conyberry. Anyone familiar with the region knows that it was overrun years ago by a barbarian horde and never rebuilt. From the ruins of the small town, there is an old trail leading northwest into the forest.

The forest grows dark and still as the trail winds deeper into the trees. Heavy vines and thick layers of moss drape the branches, and the air is noticeably colder than it was in the ruined village. Rounding a bend in the trail, you see a screen made from the warped branches of trees standing close together, woven into a dome-like shelter in the shadows. A low doorway leads inside.

As Kama knocks, a cold wind blows by, but there is no answer.

Gimblyn steps into the dwelling. A home of sorts is sheltered within the dome of woven branches. It is sparsely furnished with chests, shelves, a table, and a reclined couch, all of it old and of elven craft.

A few moments after entering the air grows cold, and a powerful feeling of dread grips you. A cold, pale light flickers in the air, rapidly taking on the form of a female elf, her hair and robes waving in a spectral wind. She might have been beautiful once, but a hateful expression twists her features now. "Foolish mortals," she snarls. "What do you want here? Do you not know it is death to seek me out?"

The anger that twisted her face fades to amusement, "I see... so you bring your baubles in hopes that you can pay for answers to your petty mortal questions?"