Start of this adventure from the end of Chapter 76

They entered the dungeon in high spirits, eager to go kill a few named bosses and score some points.

That plan didn't last long.Joseph looked around nervously.

They had appeared on a small ledge overlooking a yawning chasm.

A thin bridge about four feet wide spanned the hundred-foot gap.

"I hate heights, i really do."Timmy noticed it was just five of them on the ledge.

"This is totally new, and we're split up.

What is going on? Since when do dungeons change?"Hugh scratched his chin.

"Maybe having a new dungeon keeper, does it? Did you look at the dungeon controls at all?"Timmy regretted not doing so.

"No, I just wanted to blow off some steam and get some points.

I'll look when we get out of here.

Let’s see where the bridge goes." He started to move across when Joseph reminded him of their new marching order.

"Sorry boss, but remember? You're in the middle now.

DPS and healing depending on what's needed.

We have a decent tank to handle the front."Timmy hated the idea but gave in.This one-armed crap was bull-shit.

The whole situation was just bad! Had Suzette really died?! That was horrible.

When did he become one of the bad guys? This was supposed to be a glorious crusade with him as the hero and Brandon handling the other details.

They'd won! War over and Vern coming to surrender.

And then suddenly it all went bad.

Brandon bullying Suzette...Suzette collapsing and that horrible message...and then the Butcher enraging and tearing him and Brandon apart with his bare hands!He needed to do some thinking when he got out, but first he wanted to kill stuff.

"Good plan Joey.

Let's head out."Halfway across the bridge, the spiders started dropping.

Big furry ones the size of basketballs.

They slowly descended on webs, landing on the bridge before and behind them.

Timmy swatted one out of the air as it dropped on him.

"Junior league stuff, guys.

Clear as we go.

I'll take the rear and keep things clear.

Hugh, pick them off as they drop if you can."Hugh hated spiders.

He really hated ones the size of small dogs dropping on him out the darkness.

His nervousness might have made him mis-judge what Timmy meant.

Then again, he really loved big flashy spells.

"Fireball".The spell crisped dozens of spiders that were in the air and had the added effect of giving them a look at the room.

Below them was a drop of thirty feet down to a bone strewn pit with several large rats running around and corpses bound in spider silk.

Above was a huge mass of webbing that was burning merrily.

Panicked spiders were emerging from the webs.

Dozens the size of basketballs, hundreds the size of baseballs, and crispy burning little spiders by the thousands.A burning mass of sticky webbing fell behind them on the bridge.

"Run for it, just run!" Timmy could see the whole nest was going to come down soon.

They made it across to the other side, but found no way out.

Joey spotted the door in the pit.

"Look! There's a door in the pit on the other side under the bridge where we couldn't see it, and some stairs over on the right to get down."David looked at the pit.

"So, the door out is in a pit about to be filled by a huge mass of burning sticky webs and thousands of angry spiders? Good start to this little adventure."