After the Night of the Spiders, the streets were rather less populated than usual after dark, and the city guards were doubled. Construction was begun on a new, fortified watch station at the corner of Cheap Street and Atheist Avenue, which entailed tearing down several nearby tenements much to the consternation of local residents.
Azure: On the back of your right forearm about 4 inches below the wrist are two small, puckered white scars, one lingering reminder of the venomous bite from the pale, otherworldly spider. Another reminder is the constant headaches and the strange dreams that have haunted you since then. You dream of a long, dark tunnel, wreathed in sticky webs, and you feel compelled to walk along, sometimes forced to crawl on your hands and knees or to batter your way through clinging knots of webbing. After an eternity of crawling through the tunnel you reach an empty space, a vast void spanned by a colossal gossamer web. Something hangs in the middle of the web in the vast distance, an entity of terrible power, whose features combine the worst aspects of man and arachnid. Countless eyes glimmer from its misshapen face as you feel yourself drawn toward the center of the web, and then you awake in a cold sweat.
Nurgui: Ever since you held the Eye of the Universe you have felt alien, intrusive thoughts in your head like the touch of an unfamiliar hand rummaging through the forgotten contents of an attic. The touch is as light as a feather and as cold as ice, accompanied by haunting whispers. These touches are thankfully brief but have been occurring with greater frequency over the last week.