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"My
name is Nux. I am an ettercap. No, please don't
leave..."
[Sniff]
"You
hate and fear me, don't you? No, don't deny it; I can see it
in your eyes. You have heard the stories that people weave
about my kind, and you paint me with the same brush of
loathing. Well, you're wrong to do that.
"I
do no harm here in my little Tower of Spiders in Sigil. I am
just a simple creature, perhaps, but that is no sin. I live
here with my arachnid companions and I weave my webs, and
make my traps, and milk my own poison. Perhaps others
sometimes come to harm from these things which I sell, but
you cannot blame the blacksmith for wars. He is not the one
who wields the sword in anger.
"Perhaps
my kin on the Prime and in Arborea do cause evil and harm
others, but that is their way. I once was like them,
dwelling near Lolth's Grove in Arvandor, snaring woodland
creatures and elves who happened near my traps. When a gang
of angry elvenkind burned down my home and trapped me, I
lost everything. They taunted me and insulted me, telling me
I did not belong in their place of goodness and light, and I
should return to the Abyss where I was spawned. I tried to
tell them they did not understand, that I and my ancestors
were all born of Arborea, but they would not
listen.
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SEE
ALSO:
- Cage
Rattlers:--
- Lathly
Dim,
Savoire.
- Uncaged:
Faces of Sigil:--
- Wooly
Cupgrass
(p.22).
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"That
night when they were drunk celebrating my capture I escaped,
and fled from that plane, my home, where I was not welcome
because of what I was. I came to Sigil, partly because all
things pass through here, but also because I thought I would
gain acceptance. I have not."
[Sniff]
"True
enough, I have a new webbed tower to call my home, and I
have found some companions to call my friends. I have three
friends. That is not many, my customers tell me before they
leave, but for me it is a lot. The first is
Lathly
Dim, a bartender from that
bolthole of fiends, the Styx Oarsman. I like him; we tell
stories of our lives and share condolence at the cruelty of
the world. He has a quality of innocence about him, though
he appears far from innocent on the surface. I know about
first impressions and judging by the outer shell.
"My
second friend is the bariaur alchemist Wooly
Cupgrass. He buys my poison
from me, and is not afraid of my sting like so many others.
He says he has drunk poison of my race before, and this
surprises me, for most who I sting die. But alas he visits
only rarely these days, for it seems I have lost my novelty
to him. That is the way of Sensates.
"My
last friend is the one who I value most but trust perhaps
least. He is the quesar Savoire.
It might sound strange to you that I do not trust a fellow
creature of good, but then you are not looking beyond the
surface. I have found that fiends, who are not scared of my
venom as it can not harm their kind, treat me better than
celestials, who fear me. So when this Savoire was kind to me
despite what I am, I wondered why. I still do not know, but
he tells me he saw an inner goodness inside me, underneath
my hairy flesh and sharp teeth. (It is a shame he did not
see the same in Lathly Dim, because the two hate each other,
and my friends now visit me less in case they
meet.)
"I
did not think this goodness was there when she told me, but
since I met Savoire I have changed. I now feel happiness
when I am gentle, and pleasure when I am kind. My spiders
know my moods are better; I do not pull off their legs when
I am cross now. I talk with the quesar for many hours at a
time, about what it means to be good, and what rewards await
me when I leave this mortal shell."
[Sniff]
"So
even though my customers, wizards, priests and planewalkers,
still look at my body and assume that I must be evil of
heart, I am not. I only wish that they would open their eyes
and their minds, talk with me a while rather than running
away, and they would see...Do you still fear me
now?"



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