Silk Writings

The ancient silk is incredibly delicate, it feels like it will disintegrate in your hands just by moving it but you are able to unfold it to read what it holds

I weave this not knowing if any will survive to read it, the stones have been erected but they are incomplete. My name is unimportant, history should forget us for our sins. I can only hope if you are reading this that someone survived unchanged and the anchor worked.

I was there the day the elders opened the gate to what we called The Red. A horrible place filled with powerful artifacts and even more powerful monsters. The world itself seemed to overflow with magical energy which only drew more interest as our people thirsted to grow beyond what this world could give us.

We quickly found ourselves overwhelmed with creatures from The Red, the artifacts corrupting any that tried to use them. We retreated to the underground cities, searching for a way to reverse our grave errors. Here in Arcspire we created a variation of the gate technology that could send anything from The Red back no matter how powerful it was. Our tests were flawless, it worked perfectly and with no effects on those that belonged here.

We built a giant version at Stranar, fighting for months to protect it. When it was fired, we saw our mistake. The shear amount of energy needed to power the giant pulse roared across the surface and burnt up everything it touched. Those of us underground were spared but even that wasn’t enough to save us, the warping of reality itself has started a change in us that we can’t stop. We seem to be becoming basic spiders, like those we came from millennia ago. Even now I struggle to weave this as the words begin to slip away. We have no word from Magrathea and the gates refuse to open, we may be all that remains of our proud people.

Please forgive us, we didn’t know what we were doing.

The silk writing ends with a simple picture of what you assume the writer looked like, a spider body with a humanoid torso coming from where the eyes and mouth usually would be.