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Arachnid Goddess 2
Strange mature journeys in the world of Xibalba
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Comic language: English
Genre: Fantasy
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A young Australian witch lives a life of unchanging isolation before meeting with a free spirited barbarian woman from beyond the border. She soon finds the world is a fascinating yet deadly place, as she comes to terms with how little she understands both it and herself.

A sequel to the original Arachnid Goddess webcomic, set in the future of that world after the adventures of Ahab, with new and old faces. Done in a story based format, beginning with black and white before transitioning to color. Doesn't require knowledge of the first webcomic. (The story follows below the illustrations so that readers of another language may use a translation service to follow along.)

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Chernobog
Chernobog
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Most recent comments left on Arachnid Goddess 2

Chernobog
3 days ago
Chernobog
Some of column A and B. Maybe a bit of Alice in Wonderland meets Mad Max with a dose of Conan the Barbarian after Robert Howard started communicating with Lovecraft. Thanks for reading!
Left on 72. Awkward Reunion
Grey Garou
4 days ago
Grey Garou
Well, that was a lovely adventure. I'm sure this world has all sorts of bizarre surprises in wait for this surreal group of itinerants.

I still can't tell if this is a world of magic or madness.
Left on 72. Awkward Reunion
Chernobog
4 days ago
Chernobog
Astrile, Karolina, and Rottkap, watching the action, soon settled down on an overlooking hill of reddish pepper grass just outside the Longtooth's village, although not before Astrile surveyed the site several times by air. The decision to land was made after they spotted Bali-la leaving the settlement post haste, but Astrile was silently more than amenable to the idea as carrying two people was pushing her ability to keep them aloft, especially in her sickened state of health. The Death Clan woman, in her shapeshifted body, spotted the lanky Bloodflower easily and approached before long.

Some ten minutes after the retreating action, the four of them reconvened, not counting Tom Thumb who was still clinging low and inconspicuous in Rottkaps' dangling ebony hair. Karolina and Astrile looked on warily at the Death Clan woman, her form familiar but not as they knew it.

"Zoan?" Astrile asked after a moment of study. It was a Xibalban term for a large 'war form' that some could achieve through greater than average instinct and mastery of their own personal shapeshifting. Zoan capable Xibalbans were often favored as shock troopers and overall assets to their clans.

Bali smiled bitterly. "Not as such, to be perfectly honest. But I suppose it serves a similar enough purpose. I'm not so effective in a fight that I can fight that many Longtooths alone- but having extra arms helps. And those ones weren't much more than belligerent thugs. I just needed to stall them. A little intimidation and a bit of blood goes a long way sometimes."

Bali looked at the other added guest, noting the little mushroom girl. "Oh... hello there." She bowed slightly, knowing enough to show the fungus people some basic respect. She didn't know at the time who Rottkap was or what she was responsible for down in the village, but like everyone, she knew envoys of Queen Zanza-Anzulu were both neutral arbitrators and the closest thing that Xibalbans had to a form of inter-tribal law. Respecting them was a lesson given to most any youngling.

Rottkap made a curtsy, staying close to Astrile. "Hello to you as well," she said with a small smile. "Ah... I suppose you are wondering, but I traveled with your friend Karolina. I had to deliver, um, business here and I needed her guidance to find the village."

"Really?" speculated Bali. She realized this meant Karolina had to be capable of Blood Sensing now, although she did not make the connection of Rottkap's involvement in that. She did wonder about Rottkap's "business" down there, suspecting there was something overall odd about the whole situation with the Longtooths, but it wasn't time to ask about it, as she felt the witch's eyes upon her.

"Well, if you two don't mind, I need to have some words with Karolina in private. If we might have a little space?"

"Of course," chirped the mushroom.

Astrile nodded, but remained wary. "You will still honor your offer... yes?"

"Of course. I'm not going anywhere," the spider told her.

Karolina said nothing, just appraising Bali in her new body. The spider was taller, clawed, and her eyes looked maddened, but her expression under it all was still that of Bali. The Death Clan eyed her and then motioned her head to get some distance from the others who sat patiently. The two of them then stepped away in the warm red grass.
More alone now, they each seemed to take a deep breath. Both women had their reasons. Siouxsie's remains were laid down in the grass near Bali. Karolina glanced at them quietly for a moment before silently facing Bali again.

"You look well," Bali-la said, breaking the ice. "I'm glad that you were here. I had a hunch, but I thought you-"

"...died?" Karolina finished. She nodded firmly, breathing in. "I was certain you drowned, to be frank. I searched the beach. There was no sign of you at all. I think Saiya looked too, but she left me only some vague signs. I imagine she returned home. Haven't seen her since."

Bali nodded somberly. "That's probable. She's a scout for her people. She was on some intelligence gathering mission from what I gathered. She didn't owe us anything. It was nice that she made some effort, though."

"Yeah... well, the only sign I had of you was your necklace, Bali. Mm. I had given up hope that you were around anymore, after that bump in the geyser tunnel," said Karolina.

"And you returned here, of all places," led Bali in the discussion.

"Right. Because Siouxsie was still here. Because... because it all had to mean something. I don't know. Maybe I did it so your seeming death wasn't in vain, too. I met Rottkap at a camp along the way and, well, I guess the rest is history. Longtooths are assholes."

"Pretty much. At least, these ones are," agreed Bali. "I don't know what their deal is." She tried to smile. But there was unspoken tension in the air.

Karolina stared listlessly for a moment, before giving Bali back her black bead necklace, which had been kept under her cowl from Brand. "Here, this is yours. I just kept it safe."

"You did good, Kara. Thank you. This necklace is my one real treasure," said Bali appreciatively, putting it on.

Karolina looked her over again. "Shapeshifted, eh? Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"You told me earlier that even fighting one Longtooth was difficult. Yet here you are... looks like you can handle yourself pretty well. Just... why? Why now? If you could have done this earlier... why did we go through all this?" She paused with a flustered sigh. Bali expected her to look anxious or tremble, but the witch remained focused, as if filled with something stronger since they last met.

Bali took on a baleful countenance. "I can't do this quickly. Last time, you were in a net and they jumped us as a whole. You, and possibly the rest of us, would have been ripped apart if I tried. I only could this time because I managed to get them dumbfounded enough to hesitate."

Karolina just watched her, seemingly not quite satisfied with the explanation.

Bali frowned and looked at her own clawed hands with disgust. "I don't like this form. At all. It repulses me. It's problematic. I'm not even any stronger in it, really. It just has claws and some extra arms I can use. And as I said before, it would have been a bad idea to transform on the spot then."

"Why not later, then?"

"We follow the rules of the land, Kara. We don't always get to win immediately. What's important is that we get to live."

"We went through a lot just for Siouxsie to die, Bali. Both of us almost died, too. I'm glad that we're here, but what am I supposed to take from this?" It was a bold tone, yet not made with tears or moodiness. Just a very forward tone. Karolina seemed braver since they met, certainly. Although perhaps no less accusing when frustrated.

Bali sat down, weary, rubbing her brow. How to explain how Xibalba worked to an absolute outsider, still operating on the logic of an isolated village? She knew Karolina wanted to make amends with Siouxsie and it was perhaps why the shovel witch was so testy. The whole ordeal was a disaster, though, and she knew it.

"We follow the rules of the land," Karolina repeated of what Bali told her. "So, we get the jump on Saiya and she does what we want. Longtooths get the better of us, and we serve them for a while?"

"Ehh... that's the jist of it. Maybe said a bit simply, but the idea is there," Bali said quietly, feeling suddenly ill. "I'm not going to pretend things went great. But we survived. Again, there was something wrong with this clan... they weren't a good example in some ways. Either they intentionally betrayed us on the issue of Siouxsie or she might have acted out of turn with them. Oh, um... hold on."

Moments later, Bali began to revert back to her normal form, shrinking into a sudden haze of shadow before it cleared just as quickly as it arrived. "Ungh..."

Leaning forward, Bali then retched blood into the grass, holding her waist.

Karolina finally looked uneasy. "Woah... Bali? Are you okay?" She had not expected that from such a graceful and controlled person like the spider.

"In time," winced Bali, wiping her mouth on the pepper grass. She wheezed for several moments before sitting back again, sweat covering her brow. "Ugh... I wasn't joking about what I said. Doing that form is... problematic at best."
Left on 72. Awkward Reunion
Grey Garou
28th Sep 2018
Grey Garou
Wow. Spider Kali lives! And she's just a courtesan/dancer? I'd hate to run into their best warriors.
Left on 71. Bloody Dance
Chernobog
28th Sep 2018
Chernobog
(Hey everyone, there's going to be a short hiatus following this update, due to upcoming travel. I'm getting married! AG2 will be back on the week of October 15th!)

Snapping to attention onto her feet with no warning, Bali began to twirl and dance to some music no one else could hear. This only further served to baffle the Longtooths, who tensed momentarily, but couldn't make sense of her movements. What was even happening, they wondered?

It was said the other day that while not all Death Clan were assassins by caste, they were effectively all trained from birth in that vocation all the same. It was their way, their method of survival. And it was effective, for the clan existed plentifully all over Xibalba.

Bali, despite being merely a courtesan trained in dance and song for an unknown court, knew one thing. The difference between dancing and fighting was minimal at best. One could lend to the other, in fact, with an understanding of the economy of one's movements, something she excelled at. Similarly, this could also be applied to the assassination arts, which was good, as many Death Clan were not necessarily good at drawn out fights. And all battles were essentially uphill to begin with, so what should a good spider do?

All enemies had weak spots, it was just a matter of identifying them quickly. In this instance, when the enemy was well armored with scales and brutish, one might target the eyes, blinding them. Maiming was a perfectly acceptable means of achieving an end to her people, which served them well in spreading their fearful reputation. Because dying left no lessons to the inflicted upon, leaving a victim to survive with debilitating painful wounds would send home the point. Don't mess with her people.

With a series of quick jabs to her bewildered enemies, she darted her now black nailed hands into an available eye, gouging, and rupturing out sweet Xibalban blood in a pleasant spray. Of those struck, her enemies recoiled, not used to such a specific and blinding sting. Toughness went out the window in these cases, for the Longtooths weren't soldiers or assassins... they were brutes and thugs. Physically strong but in the right sense, also cowardly.

Against others,she knew her claws would do little damage to their hides, so she delivered a snapping roundhouse kick as she danced, often striking at the teeth or neck. The former would surely sting their most precious weapons, while the latter would knock the wind from their throats, slowing them. A tough hide did not necessarily protecting against a kinetic shock wave from a physical strike, after all. Again, it was all about exploiting a vulnerability.

Of another Longtooth, after blinding one of his eyes, she grabbed a weapon he carried, and hurled it at a particularly large dragon-like Longtooth creeping behind her. The thug was smacked soundly on the flank of his jaws with a mix of wood and metal studs, sending him stumbling onto his side in the mud, the very same her feet touched but drew no filth from.

The moves were fast, smooth, and ripe with finesse. Longtooths as a whole couldn't match others for agility, let alone the Death Clan. Bali continued to dance, maiming, kicking, and blinding any who approached. But she killed none. There was no reason to, although they might have deserved it.

An assassin, when not killing, sends a message. Pain, fear, and terror were the notes the abyssal spider danced to, and the others surely began to hear that symphony. In truth, killing them would have taken too long and she wasn't well suited to do it, particularly now given their numbers. Fighting a whole village was not actually feasible. So when the nearby Longtooths began to recoil, their morale dropping, they spread that fear to reinforcements, which further gave pause and uncertainty.

The last lesson any assassin needed to know, of course (and this applied to a courtesan who could wear out her welcome, as she knew), was the plan to escape. Rarely did anyone let a true assassin survive if caught, so leaving the scene of a crime was almost more important than the contract itself. Bali, sensing a break in the Longtooths, ceased her dance with a spinning flourish and a sinister wink. With powerful leg muscles, she made for the log wall surrounding the side of the mud pit, scaled it, and fled from the village, hoping she would never have to return to this unhappy place.

But before leaving, she spied upon the skeletal remains of their friend, Siouxsie. She scooped up the carcass of the zombie as best she could. They arrived together. She technically was Siouxsie's Alpha... it was only right that they left together, too.

And there in the mud, now only lay injured Longtooths such as Lockjaw and the quartered body of Richard Walker, aka Rathalos, who stared lifelessly at the black sun in the orange sky of Xibalba.
Left on 71. Bloody Dance