Originally Posted by
BriarFox
This morning around 10:45 EST, we broke into the meteor. Inside was a spinning crystal core, an ancient being that attacked us and we slew, and a number of broken spider charms. We shattered the core and a forlorn spirit appeared. He spoke the name "Fraen Wasstont" and said he'd been there for over 10,000 years. He also said that the spider charms were originally from the meteor, and that the meteor was from Elanthia but not from our time. He begged for release and Heartfire (rather precipitously) killed him. The meteor then broke apart and we all fell to earth. The spidersilk web then tore apart and disappeared from the sky.
A bit of research reveals that Fraen Wasstont was the author of "The Journey Home," and that title was inscribed inside the meteor. A fragment of that poem was written on the glaes spider charms.
Here's what the old charms looked like:
The charm is crafted of flawless glaes formed into a circle. Delicate strands of spidersilk wind around the deep azure rim, creating a small but spectacular web within the frame. At the center of the web is a tiny smoke grey spider.
Along the rim, a few words have been engraved.
>read charm
Along the edge of the circle, a few words have been engraved...
"Many paths lead home for those of courage."
>turn charm
You turn a deep azure glaes spider charm over.
>l charm
The charm is crafted of flawless deep azure glaes, formed into a circle. A piece of parchment slipped under the rim of the charm is visible beneath the clear crystal back.
On the parchment, some words have been penned in an elegant, barely-visible hand.
>read charm
Tiny, exquisitely-formed letters fade into view on the parchment back of your glaes spider charm...
"Follow me," said the spider to the unenlightened sprite,
"To lands of bold adventure, of darkness and of light.
Join me in my web," she urged, "We'll be so happy there.
Your fantasies await you, there in my dreaming lair."
As you read, the verse fades into invisibility once again...
>read charm
Tiny, exquisitely-formed letters fade into view on the parchment back of your glaes spider charm...
"Though quaking with uncertainty the sprite did as she bade
- Following the fragile path of silver thread she made.
Until at last he turned along the final twisting strand
To find he'd journeyed far to reach his own beloved land.
- from "The Journey Home"
by Fraen Wasstont
Early Fourth Age
As you finish reading, the poem fades into invisibility once again.