Way: The Spider's Door

"In my dreams, I've found the way to the Spider's Door, sometimes called the Bloody Gate or, more informally, the Wrong Door."

Reaching
Way: The Spider's Door can be reached by Dreaming on Way: Through the Stag Door with a, or  Lore fragment of the eighth magnitude or higher.

Entering
Dreaming on Way: The Spider's Door with a Prisoner will bring you to the Mansus where you must choose one of three cards. One of the card will be face up and two will be face down, once a card is chosen the other two will be destroyed and you can then drag your selected card over the gate in the Mansus to return to the table screen and claim that card.

The Spider's Door

 * A Forbidden Epic ( 8) ''The War of the Roads extended into the Mansus. In the corridors behind the Spider's Door, the mason-witch who styled himself Hubris Glamore has chronicled its skirmishes, in miles of lines of obsessive, branching memorial-script in the Mansus' dream-stone. Last night I traced it, reading of the campaigns of the Children of the Leashed Flame, the valiant defence of the Knot Sisterhood, the alliance with the Vagabond, the furious quarrels of the Grail and the Forge...
 * An Imperative of Appetite ( 10) The THIRST of the Spider's Door is second only to that of the Grail, or perhaps it's even the same thing. I passed it last night, but I penetrated no further into the Mansus. I spent an hour last night in a dream of its gullet, and this morning I am afire with avid appetites.
 * A Favour from Authority Last night behind the Spider's Door, I found an agent of order who had strayed into an unwise dream. The things that walk the Silken Sands, that greyness in which the Door is set, have an especial taste for policemen. He screamed until I freed him, but I did not free him until he had told me something useful...
 * Pounding Airs ( 10) Last night I roamed the clustered organs of the Spider's Door. I found a node of particular vitality - all that remains of someone brave, or someone betrayed. While the THIRST of the Spider's Door was yet quiet, I brought it home in a fold of my soul.

The Malleary

 * A Blaze of Radiance ( 10) Last night in the Mansus I visited the Malleary, from whose impulses and rotations one does not emerge unchanged. There are many radiances there, from the fires and the Forge and her Names and her instruments, but one radiance lingers behind them all like a fading music: the last light of the Sun-in-Splendour, shed in the moments of his Division, here where the Forge is strongest. Now that I have awoken, I see that radiance still.
 * Unresolved Ambiguity ( 10) Last night in the Mansus I visited the Malleary, from whose hammers and crucibles one does not emerge unchanged, and for nine beats my heart ceased while it entered the fires of the Forge, and the passions of the Forge entered into it. I woke with the dawn, and its poor divided colours inspire memories of the Forge's passion for the Sun, of the Vagabond's curse, of the Grail's deep longing... so many half-memories.
 * An Incandescence ( 15) Last night in the Mansus I visited the Malleary, from whose engines and avenues one does not emerge unchanged. I watched the processes of sunset and I entered the amber joy and the white joy and the blue joy and I was subjected to the enlightenments of calcination and the Forge of Days touched me with her burnished fingers and I rise from my bed with the utter knowledge that all nights, all nights, all nights must end.
 * Iotic Essence ( 12) Last night in the Mansus I visited the Malleary, from whose fires one does not emerge unchanged. The Forge's light fell upon me and my heart boiled and when I woke my blood burnt within me so that I had to shed it in a cup before it overwhelmed me and lo, ten drops of it were not blood, exactly, unless it be the Blood of the Sun. Perhaps I found the cup and the blood is not mine. The Forge sears memory.

The Chamber of Ways

 * Fascination Last night I came to the Concursum, the space at the centre of the Mansus, which has been called the Chamber of Mirrors. From here the Hours may pass to any place in the Mansus. I saw the Meniscate rise in the cobalt glory of the Chamber's light, dancer-lithe, moon-bright, and she reflected my face in her own and this morning that is all I can see.
 * Forgotten Chronicle ( 6) Last night I came to the Concursum, the Mansus-meridian, which has been called the Chamber of Histories. I spoke there with an adept long dead. She told me of her flight through the House, these dozen decades and more, of the ways in which the dead survive outside the Hours and recall the unsanctioned histories, and this morning I recall the ending of one of her stories.
 * A Bitter Atmosphere ( 10) Last night I came to the Concursum, the place at which all the Mansus corridors end, which has been called the Chamber of Conclusions. Here the Hours meet in striving or execution or resignation. In the evening sapphire of the Chamber's light I saw the Sun-in-Rags pass with his shattered crown and his silent retinue, and this morning I woke shivering.
 * A Blaze of Radiance ( 10) Last night I came to the Concursum, the core of the Mansus, which has been called the Chamber of Revelations, whose mirrors are endless and whose paths all-encompassing. From here the Hours can see all that transpires in the Mansus. I saw the Watchman's light in the blue distance of the place, like a sun beneath the sea.
 * A Howling in the Heart ( 10)  Last night I came to the Concursum, the Mansus-heart, which has been called the Chamber of Choices, where every path one does not take is a stillborn future. In the sea-sky blue of the Chamber's Light I saw the Sister-and-Witch pass, their four hands weaving two paths to one. I woke with my passions contorted to a knot. There's something I must do; there's always something I must do.
 * Wrong Door ( 15) Last night I came to the Concursum, the crossroads of the Mansus, which has been called the Chamber of Ways. From here the Hours may pass to any place in the Mansus. Here the Horned-Axe spoke to me in her voice that is older than any living thing, and she said: there is a Door that will open for a little while. This is its time, and here is another division.

Ascending Further
To reach The Peacock's Door, Dream with Way: The Spider's Door and a Lore Fragment with, or  10 or higher.