#dreaming

"At one time, all the wanted was something big enough for a single troll or two smaller kithain side by side, but nooo.. we want something big enough for a horse and mabye it's carriage now." Olgar moves through the Silver "The things I do..."

All Rovers, Knights of the way, guard paths. But Olgar isn't just a guardian, he is no less a sorcerer, at least when it comes to old school dream craft, than others who are better known in magic circles. Folks underestimate that- and that's how he likes it.

Of course, it's not as simple as snapping your fingers.

Gathering the Silver bits and shards is not easy, and there's a source, a reliable source, that's nearly gotten him killed before. He steps into it, a pocket realm of webs of white and silver, where a great spider scrambles, and in the center, a widow who slew her own son out of revenge for being deserted by a lover.

Frankly, Olgar's not sure why the movie had such an impact in the Dreaming... but somehow it took root, and good thing for him. Firemaynes, whirly blades you throw, cyclopses with prophecy... they're all in this area of the dreaming, but the web? That was a surprise bonus, the stuff of trods. Even if the Widow of the Web, a prisoner, warns "No man has escaped the web and lived"

She has not yet come to her forgiveness, so he's got to do this the hard way, cutting webbing, gathering the Silver from the webbing "That's okay, no son of adam am I"

The spider lunges at him, fangs deadly, but his no slouch with his axe, and times it right, sending the supporting web it uses into bits, and casting it down. He might have just tried to kill it. He's done that before too. It always comes back.

Krull is a movie with a lot of rewatch value, cheesy plot hole ridden thing or not.

He staggers to safety, his prize over his shoulder, and he's breathing hard. He's only just begun. And this wasn't even the most dangerous part.

"So help me, if they ask can I move it a little to the left I may just kick someone's ass." He gets back to work

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