SPECTRE and SHADOW Conference (storyline)/Web research (summary)

Research notes taken from within the library:

"A child's note: She asked me to count to eight.  I woke up with no fingers."


"She weaves where memory frays.  Each thread is a name forgotten by the living."


"When the Huntress fell silent, the world began to echo.  Each echo became a thread."


""Atavlek" may mean demon-spider or sorrow-spider, depending on which tongue you ask."


"The silk at the chapel gate returned overnight.  Each filament spelled the same word: listen."


"Eight legs dancing, eight hearts spin;One web woven, never undone."


"Yamatatha sleeps beneath the willows; the roots hum softly when she dreams."


"Once every century, the webs of Darkbriar are said to glisten crimson for a single hour.  None who have gone to see it return."


"Leyriea's vengeance was not hate but hunger, the hunger of a thread seeking its pattern once more."


"Arachne's faithful claim her voice sounds like two stones grinding silk.  The sane describe it only once."


"A lattice of silk was discovered across the mouth of a well.  Beneath it, the water was warm and pulsing like a living thing."


"Ritual record abandoned: web arranged around black candle, chant lost to static, air tasted of iron and honey."


"A faded page shows a drawing of eight concentric circles labeled Lives, Lies, Lines, Light, Loss, Longing, Lore, Loop."


"Some claim the dark of Naidem is not absence but thread each shadow a filament spun by Arachne's sighs."


"Some believe Yamatatha's foxes carry silk within their bellies, unraveling it only when they die."


Nasty webs.  This seemed to work:
Add blessed oil
Add amber-hued mushroom
Add essence of fire
Add charcoal
Boil
Simmer


"Thread of heart, thread of hand; Bind me still in twilight land"


"Local belief holds that every eighth birth in Moorlyn is marked by a spider-shaped bruise on the heel.  Those children dream of weaving."


"No scholar has yet measured how long a Naidem spider's silk endures, though some claim it lasts until a memory is forgiven."


"The moonlight knots differently since the cottage vanished.  Even time feels snagged."


"... If you dream of spiders three nights in succession, you are being rewoven."


"Some webs hum faintly at dawn.  Scholars think the pitch corresponds to how long the soul has lingered untethered."


"The spider that spun across my hand left no bite, yet I dream through eight eyes now."