Harry notice a huge web near the place you are passing.
You see a giant black spider, bigger than a cow, in a tree. She has multiple eyes, her legs with lot's of coarse hair. She is doing something with her abdomen and then vomit a bit of web somewhere in front of you
"Oh dear." Crowley swung his shotgun up and aimed at the creature. "Very well, lady and gentlemen, do we talk to this one? Follow where my piece is pointed and you'll see it."
He cleared his throat and in a loud, clear voice addressed the animal. "Mr Fluffy! Is that you?"
You may recall Crowley's previous mention of his errant pet Amazonian tarantula, that he kept on a leash and which had a nice pet collar. Said arachnid escaped after eating the cooked frog Crowley was planning on making his own dinner.
Raising his revolver, Alex follows Crowley's gesture. 'Oh fu....' he mumbles. 'My, that's a big one. Do they usually come in that size?' Taking a nip of whiskey he adds in a whisper, ' I second Miss De Beer's suggestion.'
Unexpected success. Crowley will use his Resilient talent to lose 1 Luck instead.
"We don't really need to tiptoe, I just called to it. It knows we're here."
"There is the possibility Mr Fluffy was female, I suppose. It's not like I could tell. That 'only females and web' thing Harry mentioned is news to me."
Butch looks up at all the commotion and pulls his rifle off his shoulder when he sees the size of the spider. It doesn't faze him as much as seeing the gigantic worm but it also doesn't look like they will be able to sneak by it with all the panicked villagers.
Life is a tragedy to those who feel
Life is a comedy to those who think
Life is a fantasy to those who game
'My, my. Well doesn't that patch of foliage look remarkably like a spider!' notes Alex, already anticipating what might happen if the villagers get a good look. 'Quite, quite remarkable. Anyway everyone keep moving, my colleagues her will just take a little look into the trees, make sure there's nothing to worry about...'
Not sure what to roll for trying to prevent them all going mad. Mass Psychoanalysis maybe. I'll roll Psychoanalysis with a penalty die. pHL80%d%pLd1d10
Somehow you manage to calm down the locals who follow the trail without much a fuss. Meanwhile, the spider launch a second web thread in front of you...
"Listen spider! As my former pet Mr Fluffy would tell you, I am famously a friend to spiders! But you are really testing the bonds here! What can we do to avoid blood, or goo, being shed?!"
“Great idea. Anyone got a match?” Jan walks warily forwards to look closer at the strands of web and then casts about on the jungle floor for something to burn.