(1) A Sticky Situation! [Commentlog]
[Well well! Look who’s up and running, apparently in a hurry to get out of this place. Malkus Iverwellin’! In such a hurry that he’s completely left his journal behind. He doesn’t seem to be focusing on anything more than leaving this seemingly normal, though absolutely filthy, keep. Just look at this place! Webs and spiders skittering around like they own these halls (Should have seen it just a day ago, Doctor!)
Inexcusable.
Flee, spiders! Cower under the power of the MALKUS BOOT.]
Bothersome little- … Wh-… Wait-… N-No! EUGH! O-OW!
[Frantic Mr. Malkus seems to have gained an angry little Hoffman’s spider under his clothing! Even though the spider was immediately squished, with the grossest feeling possible, it managed to sink its tiny fangs into the man’s leg. Not a problem, though!
Not until a thick string of web almost yanks his hat right off his head, anyways. With a rough tug and pull, Malkus yanks his webby hat free! … Sending his arm swinging straight into another web! You already know how well this is going to turn out. The spider venom working in full force doesn’t help one bit, causing our doctor to stumble and flail down the hallway, seeming to pick up every damn web he comes across.]
Whaaurgh… I don’t-…Why is this happen-…ing- …Somebody… These damn-…
[Due to a mix of lethargy and exhaustion from web struggles, anyone who happens to walk by will see an odd scene. Our plague doctor will be sprawled out on his stomach in the middle of the first floor hallway, covered from top to bottom in webs and dust. It seems at one point he attempted to scrape some webbing off with the wooden spoon in his bag, but apparently gave up as it’s now stuck to his back. He’s still awake and semi-healthy as shown by his occasional squirm or arm wiggle, but other than that he’s not too active.]
Inexcusable.
Flee, spiders! Cower under the power of the MALKUS BOOT.]
Bothersome little- … Wh-… Wait-… N-No! EUGH! O-OW!
[Frantic Mr. Malkus seems to have gained an angry little Hoffman’s spider under his clothing! Even though the spider was immediately squished, with the grossest feeling possible, it managed to sink its tiny fangs into the man’s leg. Not a problem, though!
Not until a thick string of web almost yanks his hat right off his head, anyways. With a rough tug and pull, Malkus yanks his webby hat free! … Sending his arm swinging straight into another web! You already know how well this is going to turn out. The spider venom working in full force doesn’t help one bit, causing our doctor to stumble and flail down the hallway, seeming to pick up every damn web he comes across.]
Whaaurgh… I don’t-…Why is this happen-…ing- …Somebody… These damn-…
[Due to a mix of lethargy and exhaustion from web struggles, anyone who happens to walk by will see an odd scene. Our plague doctor will be sprawled out on his stomach in the middle of the first floor hallway, covered from top to bottom in webs and dust. It seems at one point he attempted to scrape some webbing off with the wooden spoon in his bag, but apparently gave up as it’s now stuck to his back. He’s still awake and semi-healthy as shown by his occasional squirm or arm wiggle, but other than that he’s not too active.]