"Heeelllpppp meeeee...."

Clemency House: Porch(#2868RFJ)

A man, a plan, and a multimillion dollar contract built this house in Kent's Crossing. In fact, that man is now quite rich, and lives somewhere in California. This is not his story, nor his house. It is just one more townhouse, one more white two story building in suburbia that has got nothing special going for it. There is a small section of road in front of the house for people to park cars, though it's barely enough for 2 vehicles.

The building itself is brand new, and the lawn is still growing to come in on its own. There are a few rough patches and spots where the grass needs to be watered, but, it's nothing out of the ordinary that would claim the house is out of the ordinary.

There is a small path leading from the pavement and sidewalk on up to the front door, a wooden affair that has been freshly painted, and has a sturdy brass lock on it.

There's a house, and through the umbra at night nearer the full moon...there's something odd going on. Most of the houses around here have the occasional webbing over it, dark shadows near some, and others just look run down. No matter what, in the umbra here, you come across one place, and this place is covered in webs. Thick webs. Tons of webs. It's the house you've been led to.

After slipping into the Umbra, Ashley takes in a deep breath as she lets her eyes adjust to the new light. Shifting her bow into her hands, she notches one arrow slowly. With a toss of her blonde hair back, she starts off slowly, narrowing her eyes a tick.

The house dosn't move, and dosn't seem to bite. There is a doorway that you can see, and a few ground level windows you could easily get to...but this house seems more 'solid' then any other. Mostly though, any entrance you can see is covered in webs.

Making her way to the door slowly, Artemis reaches out with her foot, testing the door with a light thud, before looking to give it a solid kick as she rises up into the Glabro form. She pulls the string of her bow back, turning her arrow forward, as if she was expecting something to leap through.

The door resists the kick, as there are thick and heavy webs on it. But, with a repeated kick, you are able to kick open the door. Inside, there's just more and more webs. One hell of a weaver place here it seems. In the distance, you hear a soft clicking noise, in fact, there's alot of small clicking noises, but with the webs...it's too muffled to point out where.

Shifting her keen eyes from left to right, Ashley lingers in the doorway, before calling out. "Hey! Is anyone in here!?" She continues to sniff the air at times, keeping her bow tense, and eager to strike. She searches deep within the cabin as she leans in, the glances upwards along the ceiling.
There is no scent in the house, and it may be slightly disturbing. Still, the skittering increases. There is a main staircase leading to the second floor. But, in the main room, there's something. Something seemingly unique. A blue clear box that pulses. The pulse seems rather weak, as there is a network of webs keeping it suspended, and thin blue tubes leading out of it into other places around the house.

Curiously, Ashley starts to step into the house, timing her steps carefully as she keeps count. As she eyes the suspended box, she hollers out again. "Cedric, you in here!?" She asks. Her arms swivel left, to right as she keeps her bow steady, stepping with an almost millitaristic manner.

Still, the skittering goes on. It sounds right above you, then it passes. You hear a moan come out though, from the bathroom. Could it be? Cedric?

Whipping her bow towards the sound of the moaning, Ashley narrows her eyes tightly, then continues to walk, making her way towards the glowing box first in the kitchen. Her eyes look it over quickly, before darting back out towards the living room.

The box continues the rhythmic pulsing. Little beads of blue energy flow through the tubes away from it. There is a tube hanging down, which seems to disappear, and it is the only one putting energy into the box. The bathroom is nearby, and there's a second moan. Then, all is quiet.

Ashley pages to the room: As an experienced Theurge, does this type of object look slightly familiar in the least? Fetish, talen?
Promises-Kept pages to the room: It /feels/ familiar. But, you can't identify what it is.

Using the butt of her bow, Ashley slams it into the box, then leaps back quickly as she narrows her eyes. She seems rather tense.

The box dosn't seem hurt by the slam, and in fact dosn't move more then an inch or two. The bow on the other hand, barely survived without damage from that. Still, nothing seems interupted. There is another sound, coming from the bathroom, that sounds like Cedric's voice. "Heeelllpppp meeeee...."

Swiveling back towards the bathroom, Ashley makes her way over, shouldering her bow. She slips her arrow back into her satchel, then pushes the door open.

There it is, the prize you've been looking for. That of Cedric. Or, more likely, the coccon that has Cedric in it. It's hanging in the shower, and seems tight, but, there's another moan after a moment.

Blurring her way up into the crinos form, Ashley is upon the cocoon, tearing at it with her claws, looking to rip it down, and away from the Silver Fang. ~Cedric, hang in there!~ She growls out to him as she reaches out with her sixth sense, searching for the Wyrm's taint.

As you try to get to the coccoon, suddenly everything just goes dark. The door slams shut behind you, the window closes and the blinds cover it, throwing the room into pitch black. Then, in the neck moment, the skitterings are back. Loud, nearby, and then suddenly something about the size and weight of a small dog slams into Ashleys back, screwing up the sense wyrm test.

Stumbling forward, Lures-The-Beast-To-Its-Death snarls loudly as she finds herself stumbling against the cocoon. Whirling around, she roars out in challenge as she reaches out with her claws, looking to aim low, rising high with a swift, practiced uppercut at the air.

It's just one to start, then a second, then a third. More weights slam into the crinos. Then the bites begin, bites all over the body just keep coming. More weights keep slaming. It's a losing battle here in the dark.

The warrior Theurge screams out in riteous anger, and fury as she blurs down into the Hispo form quickly, then launches out as she moves along with the noises. Teeth, and claws leap out and snap at the attacking foes, looking to keep herself between the cocoon, and whatever it is that attacks.

There's a problem. It's not an enemy. It's enemies. Countless numbers of them. All in the dark. As you go towards hispo, more of the creatures slam into you, then something happens. Your body slowly begins to feel number by the moment, then sticky gunk is covering your fur, strands of it. Lots of strands of it.

As the battle obviously starts to not go her way, Lures-The-Beast blurs up into the Crinos form, funneling rage through her body as she starts to push forward, looking to slam herself through the door, using her awesome weight, and strength to hopefully knock through. If she succeeds, she plans on rolling to her feet, and bolt.

The crinos slams into something. But, it's no door. It's a wall. Whirling in the dark isn't recommended, as the crinos goes down, thick webs and poison slowing it. It's become the next victim of the house. Cedric on the other hand, had the cocoon sliced...dun duh dah!