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Arachnid Goddess 2
Strange mature journeys in the world of Xibalba
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Comic language: English
Genre: Horror
Activity status: Active
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Last update: 3 days ago, 11:09 AM
Number of comics: 45
Number of subscribers: 9
Visitors: 3606 visitors (11707 pages viewed)
Rating: 5 (4 votes)

Comic description

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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3 days ago
Karolina looked at the horizon. It was a smoky sky of gloom over the warm red grass surrounding Brand's oasis. She picked up her shovel. It felt reassuring to hold in her hand, like a child's favored doll. The story of what happened at Adelaide was not something she truly wanted to share. Not even with Bali-la, and she trusted her explicitly. Long ago, she once thought of what she might say if she were ever asked. "I don't remember" or "I don't quite know" was her planned response. And partly, that was true. She would come to believe this illusion she created. And now, everything was being betrayed. Because she was dehydrated. That's all it took. The shovel witch cringed. What was being traded here, but one misery for another?

Karolina sighed and whispered something to herself as she collected her thoughts. "What you will want most in the world is irrelevant. Because it will be replaced when you are set on fire. Then what you will want most is to stop burning." She couldn't remember who in her life spoke those words. But she felt them now.

"I beg your pardon?" came Brand, sitting behind her.

"Nothing. You want to know about my witchcraft? And Adelaide? Those stories run together, I suppose. But... I don't remember them perfectly anymore."

"Mm? Trauma, I would assume," bluntly stated Brand. "So, you were in Adelaide when it happened?" Rottkap glanced at him briefly and then back to Karolina.

Karolina neither spoke or turned to acknowledge his question. Her blond hair wafted gently in the sultry breeze of the field. He waited several moments.

"I believe we had an arrangement, Karolina," he reminded her.

For a few moments more, she still didn't acknowledge him. Her jaw and chest felt tight. She thought about digging holes in the ground. It was good mindless work. "I know..." She shook her head slightly. She was still not that strong.

"Darkness. I remember a great deal of darkness. One I couldn't see through, more empty than the bleakest of nights. I worked the cemetary at... some point before everyone died. There's a gap of memory in there... I can't really explain what happened, not even to my own liking. It was a normal day. Then, it wasn't..."

"I awoke at some point, feeling a great deal of pain. My vision was blurry, too. I was covered in debris. I uncovered myself and found my village destroyed. Everyone and everything was dead. People. Animals. Didn't matter. The buildings were half destroyed."

"What happened?" asked Brand. As he asked, he felt eyes at his back. Glancing around, it was one of his more silent visitors. A ghostly pale woman covered in a ragged grey shawl who kept to herself. No one else seemed to acknowledge her presence and for the life of him, he wasn't sure why she had been hanging around lately. She never ordered drinks or spoke, for one. In any event, he found herself sitting behind a rock as she often was, but her attention was faced on the conversation with Karolina. He made a note of that and looked to Karolina again.

"I'm not sure... there was blackness. It was everywhere, I think. Terror. Eyes. Hands. And teeth. But no source. I never found what or who attacked Adelaide. When I was able to walk, I began to doubt there was any external source. But I remember the feelings of it. Chaos. And screaming. To this day, I can't really explain it. And I think part of me really doesn't want to. That's basically it." The shovel witch looked on grimly. She really did not want to think about what happened that day.

"Interesting. But that's more vague than I'd prefer," considered Brand. He stood up and stepped closer. "Are you certain you aren't telling me all there is? Were there any identifying wounds, for example? Did you hear something or someone unusual speak?"

Karolina slowly shook her head, glaring at nothing. "I can't give you what I don't have. I don't know how I survived and I don't know what precisely happened. It's literally a blur of darkness, screaming, and terror. And it hurts to think about."

Brand sighed, disappointed. He felt the eyes of that silent guest at his back again. But this time, he didn't glance back at her.

"Very well... what of your witchcraft, as you put it? Is that also a glossed over account?"

Karolina looked at him with mild disdain. His tone was starting to annoy her now. "No. That one isn't like a dream whatsoever. I remember my mentor rather well, although... perhaps not all her teachings."

"Until I met... well... my teacher was the only other person I encountered after the disaster in Adelaide. She showed up around a year or two later."

"Did you ever meet her prior to that event? Was she perhaps from town?"

"No. My mentor was and is an absolute stranger to me. She was only around for a week at the most. And then she left." Karolina snapped her fingers. "Just like that."
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Grey Garou
One week ago
Grey Garou
One of the things I enjoy about your comic is how much you flavor you characters, both visually and with personality.
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8 days ago
Ha ha, thanks.

That does make for an interesting fusion idea- Mad Max and Alice. I see where you're coming from on that.

As for Rottkap, I didn't want to make her too human looking because it's an easy way out on design theory if I did it all the time. The Xibalbans are supposed to be a medley of odd shape choices, with Bali on the more human end of the design spectrum and Rottkap getting into the weirder side of appearances.
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Grey Garou
8 days ago
Grey Garou
There's ol' Baghead. Haven't seen him in a while. This world sometimes seems a mix of "Mad Max" and "Alice in Wonderland".

The mushroom gal is cute, in a weird alien way.
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9 days ago
Brand passed Karolina and Rottkap a wooden stein of tan colored drink called Pepper Brew, allowing the shovel witch a moment to whet her whistle before sharing her story. Greedily, Karolina drank of the tall cup, almost indifferent to any idea of it being good or not. It was wet, and that mattered above all else. That said, it wasn't actually that bad.

It was certainly a beer of some kind. Even she wasn't so sheltered as to have never drank alcohol, although it wasn't something Adelaide had in abundance either. This drink was... curiously cool, despite the lack of any and all ice. The taste was a pleasant mix of spice, pepper (it tasted much as the red grass here smelled), and something faintly sweet. Perhaps yams or sweet potato? Either way, she found herself appreciative of it. "Thank you, Mister Brand. I really needed this," she said graciously.

"Please, just Brand will do," he responded in that deep eldritch voice. "What of you, little miss mushroom?"

"It's the best!" Rottkap announced, practically shouting. The cup was massive compared to her little dollop of a head, but her huge simple hands held it easily.

Looking back to Karolina, the paper bag headed man nodded. "I usually charge or make some arrangement for the Pepper Brew, but the first time is always free."


"Indeed. It's an old sales strategy, shall we say. Getting new customers is not always the easiest thing to do in the middle of nowhere, after all. And before you ask, yes, I do make it myself. The recipe is proprietery, unfortunately."

Karolina wasn't sure what that word meant, but from the context, she assumed it meant 'sacred' or 'hidden'. It wasn't important. "So what do you trade in? Do Xibalbans have money out here?"

"Money? Ha! You are a bit sheltered, aren't you? Ah, forgiveness. What I mean to say is, the concept of wealth has largely died with the old era of man. Some engage of the trade of commercial goods. And while I'm not against that, I consider myself more of a broker of information and opportunities, as they present themselves. By telling me your side of what happened during the fall of Adelaide, I consider you to have a bit of credit with me."

"Huh. I see... because the first drink is free, eh? This is good, but I probably shouldn't overindulge. I don't suppose I can get some to go for the credit?"

"As you are sans a wineskin, I'm afraid not. But, perhaps you would like to cover your chest, as most human women do? I happen to have a spare cowl and cloak in your side, if you're interested. It will also keep the flies off your back, I'm sure."

Glancing around, she noticed she was the only one here topless, save for Rottkap, although perhaps she didn't count since she lacked certain features on her breasts. Even the scorpion Xibalban had some kind of chest plate on.

Although she felt less self conscious since meeting Bali, the idea of having something more to wear still appealed to her, so she accepted, noting that this was the second time she was gifted with spare clothing since she left town.

Soon, Karolina was dressed and the cowl just managed to cover her. It was surprisingly comfortable and she liked how the ragged cloak, just as faded blue as his was, seemed to flow in the breeze. He was even kind enough to lend her a comb, although she wasn't allowed to keep it. So, now there was the matter of Adelaide. It was not something she liked to think about for certain reasons. But a promise was a promise. And Brand, despite his bizarre appearance, had been perfectly fair to her. She still couldn't easily look into his vacant empty eye sockets, however. And the fact he somehow could speak through his sharp teeth while just vaguely pursing his wide black lips was taking some getting used to. It didn't look right.

Brand sat down on his wooden stump again and Rottkap, seeming to try and drain every last drop from her cup, sat down nearby. Others in the area may have been listening in, but they didn't join in close. Perhaps they weren't allowed?

"Where should I begin?" Karolina asked, finishing off the last of the refreshing Pepper Brew.

"While your life story might be of interest, I really wish to know just two things, my dear. You seem to be familiar with magick, I take? Tell me of that. And, pray tell, what exactly happened at Adelaide? I'm dying to know."
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