Hunkered Down
Through the veil, walks Lolth, surrounded by two of her guards. Around her approach, shadows darken and lengthen, webs fill creases seemingly spun on their own, the air thickens.
She is followed by 4 of her generals.
I made you who you are, who are you to disrespect me..
Her breathing grows faster and faster, as she approaches the killed Broodmother. Her face begins to contort, from anger, to confusion, to pain. Her eyes begin to dart manically. She locks eyes with (random character) - and SCREAMS - HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER. DESECRATE US. She charges in a completely animalistic state.
Initial combat
Lolth will with a d20 initiative. She takes an action in-between every player.
Immune to magic under 4MD
She can sacrifice generals to give her an extra action. She does this after each player.
Chain clump - HARD FINESSE. Webs together two heroes.
Egg clusters - spawn 1d4 egg clusters which explode for 2d6 damage.
Impale - charge HARD to avoid - impales PC on pincer for 4d6 damage.
Our alliance is over. For what you have given me I will not invade, but if there are casualties, then that is the cost of business with me. Next time do not try stand infront of me.
But.. you still need me, do you not? I assume you want to live, so what can you offer me?
Why speak of punishment when we could speak of rewards? You have one last chance of redemption.
Far west, lies a mountain peak where 4 ranges converge. A dragon resides atop, above the clouds, so our scouts have told us. Bring its heart, fresh, and let our dragon feast upon it. Our efforts are focused upon many fronts, we cannot afford to go.
Bring it, and your friends and the town can be spared. Fail to bring it, and they will all be killed, ravaged. You will be left to rot just long enough to see it, and die a painful death.
"The rest are still coming. They need to feed, or our empire falls." "Greyhawk will fall. And so will anything in their paths. No one will be spared if they try resist".