The Blood-Webbed Cache

As the many-eyed monstrosities collapse into a heap of twitching legs, the torchlight catches the glint of crystalline structures embedded in their dark carapaces. In the corner of the humid dungeon chamber, a cocooned adventurer of old has been partially dissolved, leaving behind a few precious items that the spiders seemed to have used to reinforce their sticky, red-tinted webbing. The air smells of copper and ozone as you begin to harvest the treasures from the gore and silk.