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You see, that was what she was talking about. Big a** dangerous spider. "Right, let's all try to not get poisoned shall we."She looked to Onyx. "That's like asking if a fish can swim." A few words to Serino backed him up some, and she pulled her bow off her back. Grabbing one of those mithril tipped arrows as well as one she had been fletching earlier, she grabbed her light stone and ripping the twining from the one arrow, using it to tie the little light source to the mithril one. Then she reached over to Onyx, taking his and tying that one on as well. In a way it was a crude light arrow sorts. "Can't fight what we can't see and what can't see, can't fight." Piper brought the stone close to her eyes, holding it there a moment before the gold flecks in her eyes seemed to catch the light and not let go of if, making the gold glow eerily in the dark. Little moon elf trick she learned from her father... the gold captured light and would help increase vision in the dark...of course it had a nasty backlash effect, but she'd deal with that later. In Piper's vision...it looked like plain daylight to her now. Every detail, every surface and crevice. Notching her arrow she picked out a target. No guarantee she could kill the thing with one shot, but she could give it one hell of a headache, so her target then? Well, spiders had eyes in sets...she'd just land an arrow between the sets of four. Thus that spider would have that little makeshift light arrow jammed right in it's vision field. Blind it? Hell, that would suffice. And she released that arrow, actually squinting slightly against her own vision. Hopefully her marksmanship wouldn't crap out on her now.

"Oloth zhah tu' abbil, lu' ogglinn...darkness is both friend, an enemy. for me, the darkness is not going to be pleasent. for you, you will b ebrought back to the ones you care for."

A small grin.

"Piper changed parts of me from what I was. before I would never have been kind..or known love..not without some advantage to me in it. and now here I am, laying dying of a poison, other giong after a cure, and being taken care of by a little girl who should hate me for a thousand reasons. Ironic."


"Anyone notice the buzzing is moving..and heading this way?"

Onyx was smashing little spiders left and right, and after really risking his neck getting close enough to graps his daggers..was killing the larger ones too. he didn't have a bite, but had a few good sized cuts from those clawtips on the end of those spiderlegs. Ears moving from side to side, trying to pinpoint direction before heading to his brother and helping him up.

"Okay now that we have a giant, blind, pissed off spider and a hundred or more little ones..anyone got any new ideas?"

Warren was doing what he could, but he only had a short sailors dirk, and his magic wasn''t working, though he hd been trying to use it. "I...."

But his words did not leave his mouth, the buzzing had reached a fever pitch, and the caves were suddenly lit wiht the red brilliance of hot flame. Little spiders hissed and popped as their little bodies boiled, then exploded. The larger ones more or less just caght on fire, and then scampered away to there holes. The largest one had no choice but to burn to death, it''s legs being stuck on the wall. The area was filled with the acrid smell of burnt flesh.

They saw the eyes first, two yellow glwoing pinprics that grew larger, until the falming charcase of the spider light up an enormous green dragon. He was the color of pine trees, and had a pair of ram''s horns on his head. He closed his mouth, and the horrible buzzing stopped. Any spiders and bugs left that had not burned scampered away.

A voice followed up from behind the dragon.

"Oh, for the love of all that is holy, Tanundra! Would you shut up?" The dragon looked at her, eyes wide and staring. "What? They are here already?" She turned her face on them. Here eyes were milky white, her hair a long shiny blond color, streaked here and there with white. he wore a simple black dress that covered her from neck to ankle.

She looked right past them all, then turned on her heel. "Very well then, come one. We haven''t got all day have we? Tanudra, clean up that mess, will you?" The dragon set in to eating the burnt spider.

"My brothers told me that you weren''t the same Mr. Malik. So I shouldn''t hate you until you do something that I am supposed to hate you for." Then a puzzled frown. "Why won''t you go there? I don''t exists in your home, what if your god doesn''t exist here? If you died here, you'' go to the same place Mommy is, right?"

Around the next corner was a house. That's right, a house in the caves. It was old, made of red brick. The shutters and gables were all done in black, making the building seem sinister and eerie. There was an alcove to the left filled with what looked like old parts of blankets and clothing, obviously where the dragon slept. There was a long veranda, spotted here and there with a few tables, some chairs, and a swinging love seat. The Oracle, though blind, found the steps with ease and climbed up them.

Most thought the Oracle an old lady, perhaps from the stories told about her. But she looked no older then twenty-five. Boots with long, pointed heals made clicking noises as she walked.

Inside was quiant, and not near as eerie except for various dead things hanging by their feet near the hearth. A large caldron bubbled there, filling the room with the sweet scent of roses. A wooden table marked with the use of knives, a sofa and round carpet, a book shelf, and where ver there was space there were cupboards. A set of stairs led down into a cellar, a set ran up to what was obviously a bedroom of sorts.

It had an air of being well lived in, but seemed to not have been used in some time. Dust covered most of everytihng but the table.

The woman stuck her head out the door, hollering after the littleg roup. "Well? Come on then! I was under the impression that you don't have a lot of time."

Moonstone, Onyx, and Warren all followed Piper in. The dragon too, romped up behind them, and started his buzzing noises again. They heard the scampering of bugs, as they all came back, but did not approach the house itself. Moonstone just stepped inisde the doorway, but wasn't comfortable with moving any further into the house. They had just come to ask her for something after all, they weren't friends.

Warren was looking around the place with a little frown on his face. "My father said you were an older woman. But you look quite young."

"Who is speaking? Shut up now." She sat at her table, took out a handful of colored stones form a puch at her side, and threw them across them the table top. "You," she pointed at Piper. "I can see you. Sit down here," she gestured to a chair on the other side of her. "and Please, don't move anything."

She took a moment, studied the coloured stones on the table. Then, she picked them up and threw them again. She did this aobut five times, each tiem the stones landed in the same place.

She sighed and sat back on her chair. "Well now." She hummed a moment. "You have about a day, I would think. twenty-four hours from...oh I'd say" she peared at the stones, "ten minutes ago. Twentey-four hours before he loses his mind beyond my repaire." The she scowled. "Put that amulet on so I can see your face, dear. Your arm, while beautiful in it's own way, does not give me what I need."

The Oracle remained calm through the outburst. Even a little ghost of a smile on her face. "Yes, twentey-four hours." Then the smikled broke out. "Ah, that is muhc better. What a lovely face you have. The ear, rather intriging you know. I wou;dn't cover it if I were you." She stood clasped her ahnds behind her back. One would think that she should be perhaps looking out a window, contemplateing. but there were no windows, and the Oracle could not look at anything besides Piper. "Under normal circumstances, no I would not help you. Not until you completed a few stasks, brought me a few important objects, and should tiem run out," she shrugged. "Those are the rules. I am not supposed to give any answers withoput first th asker proving themselves.." She picked up a red coloured stone. "But these are not normal circumstances. You are not normal."