The Advent of Xi'pthara
Among the Arachnitha, there are scant few myths of gods or folk heroes that define the mythology of humanity, but all peoples have a point of origin.
For the Arachnitha, this point of origin is Xi'pthara, often referred to as He-She Who Spun Us. As the Arachnithan society places much value on one's legacy, it is little wonder that a mythical forefigure would arise in their folklore.
Back when Man still delved in the Great Forest that had not been sullied black and the Metal Men toiled under their cruel masters, deep below the crust of Nascindor, that primordial and impenetrable darkness stirred.
From that inky black, strands began to form. Cosmic web intertwined to form legs, an abdomen and pedipalps. The essence of life slipped into this glorious husk, and Xi'pthara drew their first breath.
Great and vast was He-She, and their eyes opened to see nothing but the darkness they had awoken in. But in that darkness did Xi'pthara see what is to come. They would go on to sire children, an entire species that would spread across Nascindor and take to the hollow and forlorn places. They would nest not in the darkness Xi'pthara inhabited now, but just above it.
And so did this most ancient of spiders begin their labor. They would burrow their way upwards, out of that primordial dark and into a more natural darkness. A guidance beyond instinct lead them to a humongous cave and so was Xi'pthara impelled. This is where they would take root, where they would nest.
Huge spinnerets spun thick threads of sticky, tough gossamer which under their expert touch began to form an intricate web, large enough to capture ships, if such were to sail in those depths. Thrice over did Xi'pthara strengthen their web, like coiled steel was their thread.
This first of nests would be home among homes, a Nexus for their innumerable progeny. With their home so established, Xi'pthara took to spinning cocoons of tender gossamer, five in total. In these, they would bleed all that they were and all that they could be, placing one cocoon in each end of their web, and one in the middle.
To the northern cocoon, Xi'pthara bled all of their predatory guile, their craft of unseen death. From this cocoon would spring forth Arachnitha who would be predators among predators.
To the western cocoon, Xi'pthara bled all of their speed and agility, their unmatched skittering. From this cocoon would emerge Arachnitha from which no prey could escape.
To the southern cocoon, Xi'pthara bled all of their strength and size, their undeniable might. From this cocoon would be born Arachnitha possessing such strength that no creature upon Nascindor could best them.
To the eastern cocoon, Xi'pthara bled all of their grace and artistry, their delicate touch. From this cocoon would originate Arachnitha with a mastery of the web-spinning art, whose creations would elevate all of their kin.
Finally, to the center cocoon, Xi'pthara bled all of their wisdom and foresight, their boundless knowledge. What this cocoon would beget, not even Xi'pthara could know.
Once these labors were finished, Xi'pthara rested. During their rest, the cocoons began to hatch one by one, and each clutch took off in the direction of their birth. The first of their kind, these Arachnitha traveled far in search of places where they could nest, eventually settling down and establishing their homes away from the Nexus, the burrow-homes.
Proud was Xi'pthara as they surveyed their progeny. They would not only survive, but prosper. And so, Xi'pthara slinked back into the comforting silence of that primordial darkness that had formed them, content in the knowledge that their children were happy and lead lives of meaning.
Granted, recorded information from those turbulent and savage times is spotty at best, so who is to say what the truth of the matter is. The fact remains that Xi'pthara is, without a shadow of a doubt, the most important figure in the Arachnithan meager mythos.
For the Arachnitha, this point of origin is Xi'pthara, often referred to as He-She Who Spun Us. As the Arachnithan society places much value on one's legacy, it is little wonder that a mythical forefigure would arise in their folklore.
The Myth
Back when Man still delved in the Great Forest that had not been sullied black and the Metal Men toiled under their cruel masters, deep below the crust of Nascindor, that primordial and impenetrable darkness stirred.
From that inky black, strands began to form. Cosmic web intertwined to form legs, an abdomen and pedipalps. The essence of life slipped into this glorious husk, and Xi'pthara drew their first breath.
Great and vast was He-She, and their eyes opened to see nothing but the darkness they had awoken in. But in that darkness did Xi'pthara see what is to come. They would go on to sire children, an entire species that would spread across Nascindor and take to the hollow and forlorn places. They would nest not in the darkness Xi'pthara inhabited now, but just above it.
And so did this most ancient of spiders begin their labor. They would burrow their way upwards, out of that primordial dark and into a more natural darkness. A guidance beyond instinct lead them to a humongous cave and so was Xi'pthara impelled. This is where they would take root, where they would nest.
Huge spinnerets spun thick threads of sticky, tough gossamer which under their expert touch began to form an intricate web, large enough to capture ships, if such were to sail in those depths. Thrice over did Xi'pthara strengthen their web, like coiled steel was their thread.
This first of nests would be home among homes, a Nexus for their innumerable progeny. With their home so established, Xi'pthara took to spinning cocoons of tender gossamer, five in total. In these, they would bleed all that they were and all that they could be, placing one cocoon in each end of their web, and one in the middle.
To the northern cocoon, Xi'pthara bled all of their predatory guile, their craft of unseen death. From this cocoon would spring forth Arachnitha who would be predators among predators.
To the western cocoon, Xi'pthara bled all of their speed and agility, their unmatched skittering. From this cocoon would emerge Arachnitha from which no prey could escape.
To the southern cocoon, Xi'pthara bled all of their strength and size, their undeniable might. From this cocoon would be born Arachnitha possessing such strength that no creature upon Nascindor could best them.
To the eastern cocoon, Xi'pthara bled all of their grace and artistry, their delicate touch. From this cocoon would originate Arachnitha with a mastery of the web-spinning art, whose creations would elevate all of their kin.
Finally, to the center cocoon, Xi'pthara bled all of their wisdom and foresight, their boundless knowledge. What this cocoon would beget, not even Xi'pthara could know.
Once these labors were finished, Xi'pthara rested. During their rest, the cocoons began to hatch one by one, and each clutch took off in the direction of their birth. The first of their kind, these Arachnitha traveled far in search of places where they could nest, eventually settling down and establishing their homes away from the Nexus, the burrow-homes.
Proud was Xi'pthara as they surveyed their progeny. They would not only survive, but prosper. And so, Xi'pthara slinked back into the comforting silence of that primordial darkness that had formed them, content in the knowledge that their children were happy and lead lives of meaning.
Existence of Xi'pthara
It is likely that such an individual as Xi'pthara has existed in the distant past of the Arachnithan species, but it is far less likely that this individual was the actual first Arachnitha to ever exist, as the myth makes mention of the S'aue and humans, yet neither of these species has any records of dealings with an Arachnitha by such name.Granted, recorded information from those turbulent and savage times is spotty at best, so who is to say what the truth of the matter is. The fact remains that Xi'pthara is, without a shadow of a doubt, the most important figure in the Arachnithan meager mythos.
It is fascinating how the Arachnithan tale of Xi'pthara echoes similar story beats to our own retellings of the arrival of the Progenitor!–A Pluthemian researcher of Arachnithan lore
One of the entrances of the Nexus, located near Robber's Run
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