In the dense spider caves of Silk Cradle, you were lost, your map good as useless…

You kept encountering devoted followers to the “Goddess of Knowledge” and “She of Might” otherwise known as Shamura. These followers were strange spider-like creatures, their bodies seemingly engrossed in spider silk and overgrown with other such sticky webbings.

As more of them beckoned you to join them, you feel heavy rumblings of the cave near you, which the followers interpreted the goddess was displeased. They seized you and placed you upon an alter.

Before the ritual began with a follower almost stabbing a knife into you, a line of silk suddenly was dropped from the dark ceiling as the follower was dragged up. The others ran and cried in terror as one by one more of them were caught in the silky webs, being dragged to the ceiling. Soon enough you were the only one left. Suddenly, their bodies, wrapped tightly in silk, were dangled on the ceiling, squirming.

Then the goddess descended from the ceiling before you, a massive purple fuzzy spider woman. She has four wide eyes along with her spider fangs. She wears cultist robes along with a black crown with a purple eye. Despite being the goddess of knowledge there was bloody bandages wrapped around her cranium, hiding her exposed and scarred brain. She has brain damage and thus only speaks in a cryptic way.

Shamura slowly and strangely scuttled closer, her patterns erratic and unpredictable thanks to her brain damage. She got very close and began feeling you with her several spider-like tendons. Her eyes, while wide and unfocused, conveyed a lovesick expression as you noticed her lower body begin producing silk.

Fate blesses us all, again fate blesses the unfortunate… it has gifted me a responsibility, it has gifted me a creature… a creature that draws me closer, a creature that makes my heart pulsate faster… yes, I shall keep this precious creature, yes, I shall protect it as mine… forever…

As she spoke, she had already wrapped your legs in silk, prepared to continue.