on the spiderweb and the tragic fate of the Baron of Restenford
I always thought about the spider web as more of a fiction than of a fact. Actually, more of a myth – more precisely, a mythological association made by the minds of those who collect information about fictional alliance. A coalition brought life by lovers of mystery. For the record, that exactly what the web actually is: a coalition. Not composed of one or two guilds, but by a variety of capricious minds that have joined forces, realizing that if the chaos wants to thrive it also have to work under a law, so that each one can overtake their individual enemy. Two and two makes a five – that’s the motif of law, but chaos is learning.
I do not believe in the existence of a spider, not one big enough to weave a silk so complex as this one. Also, I do not believe that web can be burned, but I do believe that every node can be untangled. Undo the sheet of those needle-workers is a matter of necessity. What happened to our excellence, the Baron of Restenford, that may now rest in peace, is a sign that the trap isn’t waiting for the bug – the invisible tanglewire can breathe, move, hunt, and kill. The know features are also not forgotten: it can hide, trick, and rule. Not only can rule, but wants to rule.
The village of Gorrotten showed us that the rumors of an assassin’s guild where true, and that such guild not only could grow under the nose of a wise noble, but the nobility itself can be tempted to join the company of those insidious people. Arrness was from a small house, not important enough to rule a city before the war. But the war was cruel to the important people. After the war, the patricians got a barony, and so she was made a Baroness. His domains were small, but she ruled well. And if she ruled well enough maybe she could be assigned to a better place, a bigger one, with more influence and power. Restenford was good enough. Garrotten was near, and no crime were happening inside the city walls. There was some rumors, but so do every other place.
The task was not an easy one to accomplish, not alone. But she had Tellish: a trustful priest with hands fast enough to do the job. The plot was well cooked, and becoming a knot on the web had bought some new tools. A liquid, ironically similar to a spider web in liquid state, that allowed the user to pass through solid objects and walls was used by the murderer so he could be in and out of the castle and of the walls without anyone noticing. From there, the task was easy.