Roanoke isn’t sure how he got here. He was sent to Sandscape with a group of SubZeran spies by Ghost to find out about the rumors of Forbidden Magic being used within the Kriak Temple. Everything was going perfectly until he went to sleep in their encampment just outside of Kalara and awoke upside down in some sort of sticky, terrible-smelling, thick, web-like substance. He had an awful headache, blood was dripping from his mouth, and he felt as if all the blood had already rushed to his head, meaning he may have been hanging here for maybe even more than a day before regaining consciousness. He tried to look around, but didn’t see any of his group. About 20 yards to his left he heard muffled noises coming from some sort of fully-closed, cocoon-looking object also hanging from the cave ceiling, and prayed to the gods it wasn’t someone from his group. 

While Roanake was in complete shock, the question that kept crawling from the back of his mind was not how he got there, where he was, or even where his group was. The most bone-chilling question he couldn’t answer was exactly what had caused this. He’d read up on all of his Sandscapian creatures in the prep time before venturing here, and nothing even remotely spoke of something like this.