@Alisdragon911From beneath the purple slush, the humming ring that some would call the brain, retorted as a feathery mass shifted across the kegs surface, pressing against the cork and sliding along the outer rim. The spider web fell away, its denizen looking back at the keg one final time before spindling a web and dropping down onto the one that stood behind the bar -
dusting.As the twinkling silver spider from the Silverus Augus forests found a grip, the mimics ring shook and twisted, sending a ripple through the air into the arachnids diminutive brain. Zyrid, as that was the ancient mimics name, chuckled to himself from within the crystal ring, shifting himself into a more comfortable position in his chair. The precious mortal would soon learn to fear the famed Silverus Spider, whose bite would undoubtedly result in their demise.
Silverus Vigus Arachnid is a rarity on this material plane, one that imbues the blood of its victim with the elixir of Hilarese, the God of Humor and Jokes. Soon this fool would be laughing, and cackling and choking back the blood from their lungs as - no matter matter the strength of their want - they would not stop giggling until they dropped dead!
Unless of course someone happened to have the Rotten Rabbit Rank of Rurgal, the God of morbidity and Solemness, at hand. Zyrid doubted this very much however, though the back rooms have been filled with various specialties and quirks over the years. The Tavern had and still has a vast assembly of strange things, not excluding its patrons of course.
Zyrid chuckled at his own joke-thought.
Finally, pushing past the wishes of the Gods, mighty and demi alike, struggling under the many layers of time and space, the ripple met the spider. Freezing up as if dipped into the great white puddle, the legs twitched and the fangs strained tensing. Then, suddenly the spider was calm and the message resonated clear in its tiny mind.
BITE!