Words of the Constant
Canis fishus.
Ovis chalybs, and a right mean looking one at that.
Ancient weapons technology.
I appreciate the advantage of a ranged gadget.
I appreciate the advantage of a poisonous ranged gadget.
I appreciate the advantage of a ranged gadget.
This tool generates its own heat.
Now I can administer a toxic bite!
What a handsome hunting implement.
It's quite piquant.
It's dead.
A large, carnivorous arachnid species.
They appear to be nocturnal.
Fascinating. These spiders have a communal hive.
A highly portable spider egg sack.
This gland secretes a mildly toxic venom.
With this I should be able to exert psionic control over the spiders.
This is the source of the spider infestation.
This is the source of the spider infestation.
That must be the center of the hive-mind.
Ah, this species of arachnid has adapted to life on the cave ceiling.
An arachnid with a thick carapace.
Quite dead.
An Arachnid Hominidae, if I'm not mistaken.
It is sleeping, thank goodness.
The nest of the Arachnid Hominidae.
A tree frequented by the Arachnid Hominidae.
An arachnid that spits projectiles.
He gave his life for his queen.
It appears to be of the warrior caste.
A well deserved rest, no doubt.
That fish matter is becoming a biohazard.
It is heavy with bacteria.
A carrier of genetic information.
I'm a carrier of a carrier of genetic information.
A carrier of genetic information.
I'm a carrier of a carrier of genetic information.
A carrier of genetic information.
I'm a carrier of a carrier of genetic information.
Some much needed hydration.
Perhaps a larger staff would summon a larger star.
I've never seen a weather vane employed as a weapon.
A strange rock formation.
A strange rock formation.
A strange rock formation.
A strange rock formation.
Another stalagmite.
Another stalagmite.
Another stalagmite.
Another stalagmite.