Maldo Kreis
Daimen’s shuttle came out of hyperspace, and descended towards a great white planet. As it past into atmosphere, it piloted itself deep into a great fissure im the ice, there it set down beneath the sheets of blue and white, and the ramp lowered into the snow. Stepping down in silent steps was a figure in blacl, his own shadow was that of great tentacles that reached in all directions and moved like flames on a fire.
This world was a cold crypt and yet breathable, and what lurked deep in the tunnels few had lived to tell. Daimen felt them, all stirring at his arrival, each making there way with all do haste to get a taste…
The Sith as he walked on the icy threahold, shadows covered him in shapes of legs, and webs, the movement of which hasten as he kept pressing forward. Sacks hung of great size, they were white nad like the fine hairs of Wampas. Below skeletons of various races, one a Rodian with webs falling skeletal snout.
The Sorcerer halted as a sack near him throbbed, his boot touching a strand of web that signal what dwelt inside to come forth. The sack began to sway, the hair like webbing began to tear as little spiked white legs poked holly through by the dozen. Another sack trembled to the left, as a longer leg plucked it like a harp string. There appeared a sea of Ice Spiders all charging:
The Rogue Sith stood still as they came like a flood upon him and swarmed, the spiderlings breaking out of their sacks and crawling down and rising up his legs, waist and then burying him in their bodies.
Then suddenly the babies were tossed almost all at once, great black tentacles throwing them off Daimen till her was clear of them. The more mature Ice Spiders charged, he extending both hands caste bolts of reddish hue, this burned them and made some collapse and made the others frenzy, above in the ceiling thousands poured out from hole and began making for The Sith in a rage. The Arachnid Storm made the black lips of the Rogue Sith form into a smile.

Daimen’s shuttle came out of hyperspace, and descended towards a great white planet. As it past into atmosphere, it piloted itself deep into a great fissure im the ice, there it set down beneath the sheets of blue and white, and the ramp lowered into the snow. Stepping down in silent steps was a figure in blacl, his own shadow was that of great tentacles that reached in all directions and moved like flames on a fire.
This world was a cold crypt and yet breathable, and what lurked deep in the tunnels few had lived to tell. Daimen felt them, all stirring at his arrival, each making there way with all do haste to get a taste…
The Sith as he walked on the icy threahold, shadows covered him in shapes of legs, and webs, the movement of which hasten as he kept pressing forward. Sacks hung of great size, they were white nad like the fine hairs of Wampas. Below skeletons of various races, one a Rodian with webs falling skeletal snout.
The Sorcerer halted as a sack near him throbbed, his boot touching a strand of web that signal what dwelt inside to come forth. The sack began to sway, the hair like webbing began to tear as little spiked white legs poked holly through by the dozen. Another sack trembled to the left, as a longer leg plucked it like a harp string. There appeared a sea of Ice Spiders all charging:

The Rogue Sith stood still as they came like a flood upon him and swarmed, the spiderlings breaking out of their sacks and crawling down and rising up his legs, waist and then burying him in their bodies.
Then suddenly the babies were tossed almost all at once, great black tentacles throwing them off Daimen till her was clear of them. The more mature Ice Spiders charged, he extending both hands caste bolts of reddish hue, this burned them and made some collapse and made the others frenzy, above in the ceiling thousands poured out from hole and began making for The Sith in a rage. The Arachnid Storm made the black lips of the Rogue Sith form into a smile.
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