After making a clumsy and unsuccessful attempt on the life of a high-ranking priestess of Lolth, this unlucky assassin in training quickly found himself with way more limbs than he could handle. On the plus side, he was restituted his blunt, cheap dagger - to fend for himself in the cold, dank dephts of the Underdark to wich he was banished shortly thereafter...

Driders are definitely one of my favourite old-school Dungeons & Dragons monsters. I mean, it doesn´t get much cooler than dark elf spidertaurs.

Now I feel like writing a campaign featuring this little guy...