The Black Spider of the Rook Islands

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Wyvern Rider

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This is the tale of Dia the Spider
Who killed and fucked and drugged
Her way to power,
None resist her venom or charms
As to do so would be suicide

Shitty poems aside, Acadia Kalakaua is not someone you wanna mess with. She's ruthless and sadistic, yet gorgeous and charming, cute even. She'll have you enslaved, fucked, drugged and most likely killed all in one day, while smiling cutely, yet dangerously while she does so. Don't let her appearance fool you! She's kinda like my ex-wife. Gorgeous and seductive and even kind at first. But once you get to know her, even a Sumatran tiger's lair is prefereble over the Black Spider's (as she is called, by many of her followers and enemies alike) bedroom. Little is known about her. Only that, despite being in her early to mid twenties, Acadia filled the power void left when the SoCal douchebag killed pretty much everyone else in charge. Now, she rules the Rook Islands entirely with little resistence aside from the remnants of Vaas' pirates and Hoyt's mercenaries. Needless to say, the Black Spider's rule is all but secured. While one could argue that by killing the remaining invaders and uniting all Rookians under her role she finally brought peace to the archipalego, I still not recommend taking anything she gives you, or follow her into bed for that matter.


-Willis Huntley's Survival Guide
 
This was not how Jules exspected things to go.

That was went through the 19 year old’s Privateer head as he and some of his fellow mercenaries had their hands tied behind their backs and sacks over their head, weapons taken away by the Rakyat warriors. The boy was dressed in the usual Privateer uniform, though without the cap and the bullet proof vest, his light-brown hair messy and inkeept as a result of the battle and his hazel-colored eyes covered by the sack. And despite his time on the Rook Islands, his skin was still somewhat pale. Earlier that day, he’d been stationed at Cliffside Overlook as a...Well...Anything, really.

Jules could handle a gun or knife, but he wasn’t a soldier. He’d been mostly a cook and cleaner for most of his time with the Privateers. Which sat perfectly fine with him. The Rook Islands were a death trap. Tigers, bears, dingos, feral dogs, leopards, crocodiles, snakes, sharks, cougars, eagles, Komodo dragons and the Rakyat all lured in the jungle. The latter of these were now appearently ruled by someone called ‘the Black Spider’. Truth to be told, he’d heard the name before. But details were considered below his paycheck and as a result, he knew next to nothing about the Rakyat leader. He sometimes even wondered if the Black Spider existed...But now, all doubts were erased.

The Rakyat had captured the outpost and captured the survivors. To his credit, Jules hadn’t hidden like a coward and instead stood his ground, even managing to dish out some wounds. But a whole squad of exsperienced jungle warriord against a young recruit who really just joined out of desperation and only had limited combat exsperience and knowledge? Yeah, it was easy to guess who would win.

Judging from the sound and feel of the ground they walked on, they were inside one of the many temples of the Northern Rook Island. And as the sack was taken off his head and he was forced on his knees, he was proven right. As he blinked and his eyes adjusted to the light, he could indeed see what looked like the interior of a throne room of some sort. There were ten Rakyat guards, including the one’s that had captured him, and four other Privateers, also on their knees and lined up next to him.

“Your Worship, we have liberated Cliffside Overlook and captured these survivors of the Privateer force that occupied them...What is their fate?” Asked the Rakyat squad leader in a humble tone, stepping forward.

Jules followed his gaze towards the throne in the room, exspecting the Black Spider to be a massive, hulk-like man in his thirties or fourtiesncovered in the strange tattoos the other Rakyat wore as well. However, his eyes slightly widened in surprise at the barely clothed, deeply tanned beauty who seemed to be in her early to mid twenties who sat on the throne instead, whom had certain aura around her. An aura of power, to say the least.

Again, this wasn’t how he had exspected things to go.