Born into the cavernous depths of the Chitterdark Warrens, Honzuul was always marked for greatness—at least, that’s what the elder weavers whispered when his first threads shimmered with latent magic. A natural Arachnomancer, he showed an early affinity for bending the web of fate itself, spinning illusions, conjuring swarms, and lashing out with spectral silk.

But for all his power, he harbored a deep and shameful weakness: he feared heights.

A Web Unraveled

Among the Arachnir, agility, cunning, and fearlessness were prized above all else. The elders expected Honzuul to ascend to the High Webs, where the most powerful spellcasters wove magic from the lofty silk-strung bridges spanning the great abyssal chasms. Yet, whenever he climbed beyond the safety of the low weavings, his many limbs shook with dread, and his breath came ragged. His kin sneered, whispered, and laughed.

"What good is a weaver who fears the heights?" they mocked.

Determined to prove them wrong, he accepted a dangerous challenge—one that would see him fall, both literally and figuratively.

Exile into the Stones of Hongmar

Honzuul was tasked with recovering an ancient Arachnir relic—the Silken Eye, a legendary crystal once wielded by the first Arachnomancer. It was said to be hidden within a ruined temple… perched upon a spire at the edge of the world.

His pride forced him to climb. His fear betrayed him.

As he neared the temple, a misstep sent him plummeting from the web bridges, his silk failing to catch him in time. He fell, and fell, and fell—until his broken form was discovered by foreigners. He awoke far from home, in a crude wooden cage, bound for lands he had never seen.

When he finally escaped his captors, he found himself wandering a hostile and shattered wasteland—the Stones of Hongmar. Here, the sky yawned endlessly above him, and there were no safe caverns, no comforting ceilings of web and stone.