It was quite the normal day for Ian Lancaster thus far. His daily patrols left many of the townsfolk waving their hello's and many more simply nodding their heads in recognition. He served his town well and those within generally appreciated it.<br/><br/>One of those moments where that appreciation was tested was running in his direction however, putting a stop to the normal day for now. His attention fully on the disturbance, he recognized the lass. Ivelliol, a half-elf adept rad towards him in a frightened sprint, seeming very distraught. It took no trained eye to see that this woman was in desperate need of aid, but from what could be anyones guess. In her frightened state she mixed her mother tongues together of elven and common. Ian does his best to calm her down but she has none of it, pulling at his arm to follow. Seeing the urgency Ian complied, and made way towards the girls home with haste. Upon arrival Ian wastes no time and enters the home. Quickly seeing Quarivian, the half-elf's husband, he speaks up. "Quarivian, your wife is in hysterics, what is going on here?" His eyes glance towards Quarivian's shoulder to notice a large wound there, and Ian fears an intruder, but there is none but his family in the home, barricading their cellar door.<br/><br/>"Oh, a knight! Thank the gods you're here!" He cries, rushing over to him, his broom handle forgotten. Realizing the question given, he moves to speak, but his children beat him to the punch. "Spiders!" they cry out. Steeling his face, the threat known, Ian withdrew his sword and shield from their holsters and readied them.<br/><br/>"How many are we dealing with down there?"<br/><br/>"We saw two before we ran from them, they got our cat!" the children speak, in obvious distress.<br/><br/>"Children, tend to your father for now and have him get a tourniquet on that arm. I'll deal with these spiders for you." And Ian started on just that. Moving the makeshift barricade aside with ease, he descended into the dark cellar with his shield facing forward and his sword ready. Finding the fiends was not trivial in the least, their web easily seen, as well as their first victim. The house cat lie motionless, wrapped in the beasts webbing. On it lie two spiders the size of cats, one dealing with the carcass, the other quite aware of Ian's arrival in their new home. A bundle of web was thrown wide of the knight, and he wasted no time to deal with the threat. Rushing the creatures, Ian cleanly slices the first as the remaining spider leapt at him. A quick raise of the shield met the spiders fangs, and the sword found a home in this ones abdomen as well.<br/><br/>A quick flick of the blade let the ichor from the spiders fling off, but another sound behind the webbing gave rise to a new threat. A much larger spider began it's treck into the celler, but Ian was having none of that. Dropping his sword to save time, he released his javalins from their hold and began hurling them at the creature. The first struck home, but the aim was off and bounced off the hard carapace as the monstrous spider paced back into the tunnel. Another did much the same, though the beast continued backwards. The third and final javalin hit its mark, lodging itself deep into the arachnids maw, but didn't kill the thing. Needing to buy time he rushed towards the hole and flung the nearest barricade he could manage, a wine-rack, between himself and the beast. The wine-rack did little to prevent the spiders legs from jutting through and grabbing the knight however, but it was a simple matter to shove them aside and make his way back to his blade.<br/><br/>Blade now in hand, he let the beast come to him. A webbing was thrown and missed wide once more, as he and the creature traded a swing of the sword with a bite from the fangs. One false swing allowed the spider to latch the fangs into his arm, and Ian could feel the poison course through. He ignored it, and used the vantage to dig his sword deep into the eyes of the beast, killing it outright.<br/><br/>Shaking the thick ichor from his sword one last time, and sheathes his blade once he finds no further threat. Moving towards the spiders tunnel, he calls on the family and tells them it is safe. They soon come down too see the damages. He saw that the tunnel extended towards the outskirts of town, but didn't dwell on it long as the family wasted no time to see his handiwork. Ivelliol was the first to act, seeing the gash in Ian's arm, and healed it promptly. The poison however, would have to wait for the clerics within his church.<br/><br/>"Thank you Ivelliol. I'll make sure it's tended to, don't fret. I'm happy to be of service." Turning to her husband, "I need you to go and find a mason to patch up this wall as soon as you can. I'll have to give word about this burrow so we can purge these beasts at their source. Is there anything else I should know before I take my leave?" They all shake their heads and continue to praise Ian with thanks. Quarivian stops the knight before he leaves, and holds out a trinket for him. A shining medallion, easily worth 200 gold, is placed into his hands.<br/><br/>"You are too kind Quarivian. St. Cuthbert blesses you with this gift." Nodding his thanks further, Ian makes his way out of the home, and to the church to report his findings.<br/><br/>Reporting his findings, and the events that had occurred, the High cleric is most thankful for Ian's deeds, and reassures him that the spiders, and the families safety will be taken care of. Satisfied, Ian makes his way to the healer's room to get rid of the poison that had been nagging his muscles since the event. It had certainly not been a normal day.