The Dark Kitten's plot

[Twerlinger]

He had left the town after the outburst by the clumsy cat outside the Naked Bird, his resolve weakened, and that dark influence of the Dark Mother had overwhelmed and allowed that predatory nature to slide from him and engulf him, time taken to collect items, and then he was on a hunt, well aware of the silence in his head, that matched what everyone else had been saying that the gods had gone, for which he was thankful for all of that moriel begging and tempting was beginning to get on his nerves.

And so the quietness and release from it was a blessing, and he was intent on using it to his best advantage, bitch thought she could get the better of him.. he chuckled as he moved through the forest, heading towards the Cave that housed her temple, and settled down, traps laid about the place to catch and deter those who would perhaps attempt to worship and bring her back to the fold.

Snares laid down around the entrance to trip those over, ropes designed to tug legs out from people, using bent saplings as a method of leverage, and even a large pit trap, right in front of the entrance, rough woodwork lattice, covered with leaves and foliage, perhaps not meant to be effective, but to try and entice others not to be there and find somewhere else to be, to leave the return of kirva to perhaps no-one else and let her languish wherever she was.

Once traps were set, he found a tree to settle in, curling up quietly to watch who or what came by, and perhaps gain a little sport to go along with it.

[Twerlinger]

He had been tempted, had ventured inside the cave and found a moriel tending the cauldron, after banter between them, and an exploration of the qualities of the cauldron, without touching it, he had taken offence at some slight from her words, and had ripped the life from her, denying the Dark Mother the offering, and instead offering her sacrifice.. to any of the other gods who might have been listening.

After her life had fled her form, he set to displaying her form for a warning to all others within the place that someone didn't want the Dark Mother to return. Her torso rested against the cauldron, head rested between where legs should have been, her arms, legs, hands and foot were laid out in a circle around the cauldron, her piercings and ribbons that normally adorned her form used to create a circle around the cauldron itself. Parchment taken and written upon, before it was set against her torso..

"To those who worship the bitch, I will hunt you down and kill you all.. unless.. the following are offered to any of the other god's of the realm as sacrifice. Carthad, dis`zariel, Saia and Lysabeth. If they are offered to the other gods, the rest will be spared, if not.. then I will hunt. Darke"

[lyllamarie]

The half-blood had come upon the Cavern to give her respects; to give blood and take it. What she discovered were ropes strung very cunningly along the entrances and path way - obliterated by fire-bolt, before moving inside to discuss her offering with Lux and other attendants.

She saw the gruesome scene, and her fury hit boiling point as she called for the lax guards who had let the intruder in -- she called for the slave to be taken and mended, before she called for this 'Darke's head.

"The Wolves will hunt for this Dark, mine Jhore will find his scent and track him down.. and then he will be strung by his balls above a pit of viper. Death is not punishment, it is reprieve.."