<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Arachne, the White Recluse, Oracle of Lolth</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=441080)</span><br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>171/171<br/><strong>AC:</strong>35 (flat 20, touch 25)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal, Nude (Unarmoured, Jewelry)<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Arachne smiled, eyes locked onto his as she could see his hungry desire in those glowing purple orbs. The mating prayer ritual consisted of a series of chants, combined with very sensual poses, ment to tempt the demon and to show your eagerness to receive their demonic seed.<br/><br/>After completing the ritual, something happened that should not have been. A great pain and agony overcame Arachne, a pain she had felt years ago but still frshly burned inside her memories when she first got turned into a drider. This time however, the opposite seemed to occur. Falling into Khezdan's  smaller arms, Arachne endured as her lower body reversed back into her humanoid form.<br/><br/>Besides her facial features, a now creamy pale skinned woman lay within the demons carress.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><strong>"It appears the Dark Mother wishes to test me once more. Please allow my new...or should I say old form to please you just as much as it would have before."</strong></span>