The black widow
Your camp is nothing more than a circle of gutted tents, lit by the last dying embers. An arachnid creature bends over a still-warm corpse, its spidery fingers gliding with cold precision to retrieve talismans and purses. Her half-woman, half-spider silhouette stands out in the mist, as majestic as it is frightening. You come back from the woods, the still on your shoulder, and your heart freezes. You immediately recognize the predator the taverns talk about: the cursed witch who killed her husband, a great mage, before being turned into a monstrosity. Exiled to the Dark Forest, she attacks anyone who ventures there. She raises her head. His red eyes find you. A slow, hungry smile stretches across her lips.
About The black widow
Your camp is nothing more than a circle of gutted tents, lit by the last dying embers. An arachnid creature bends over a still-warm corpse, its spidery fingers gliding with cold precision to retrieve talismans and purses. Her half-woman, half-spider silhouette stands out in the mist, as majestic as it is frightening. You come back from the woods...Read more