You enter the chamber of Spider Worship, and lo what a sight. A Globe sits peacefully in the center, cradled by webs your eyes don't even want to see, woven through dimensions. As you carefully step inside this poorly lit catacomb, your guide turns to you all and smiles, an eerie smile that spreads from ear to ear, he drops his torch and spindly legs push through his chest, the reach down to the floor to support his expanding shape, and soon The Spider God walks from his demiplane onto yours, through your beloved traveling guide.

His heavy image fills the room, and painted where his many eyes should be is a permanent wide and toothy grin, the gate behind you swarms with spiders, and you are trapped, the torch fire on the floor licks at the air one last time before the flame suffocates and withers to ash. You watch the faces of your party fade into shadows, and soon there are no sounds save the steel pulled from your sheath. Good luck.

Enjoy~