Othinus
In the lonely forest, a raven cawed. One, then another, and another after that. Soon the sound began to echo throughout the woods, a great flock of the birds gathering with purpose and intelligence far beyond them. All of them with a single eye gouged out. Then all at once they soared into the air with perfect unity. Great webs stretching across the treetops barred their way, but they were no mere birds. Runes flared into being and bolts of fire fell one after another in great numbers, blasting through the protection and scorching the area. And soon they had arrived upon their target. The Den of the Spider was a fortress of silk built into a foundation of solid earth.
The ravens took flight. Their movements were her fingers, their dance was the array, and in their wake they left runes. Each could only produce a spark, but that was all that was needed.
Throne
"Yes. You're right in one respect. But--" He paused for a moment, completely silent. There was nothing to hear. The Spider's webs had wrapped so thick around this place that the screams of her victims could not be heard. No, there was something else...
"Run. Do not slow down for an instant. I will cover the rear." A small light gathered in his hand before fluttering off into the darkness. "Follow it! Go!"