The Kabal Plots
In unseen chambers, lit by firelight, The Kabal resides. Circular marble walls lined by ten pillars encase a small group of masked figures. Unknown to one another, except by idle speculation and the course of political machinations. None would dare reveal or speak of The Kabal outside these hallowed walls. On this night, they shall weave the tapestry of a future revealed.
A graceful figure steps into the middle of the room. From beneath a heavy cowl, long dark hair peeks around her face, framing the featureless mask that guards her identity.
“The Dreadlord must die, and the House must perish, else there shall be no victory”
The words are uttered, echoing against the marble pillars as she delicately crushes the parchment in her hand. There is marked silence as the Kabal ponder their own motivations. Against one pillar a slender figure looks over manicured fingers. By another, fingers steeple like spindly needles.
A voice rises, “Iago Sathar.”
Eyes dart in recognition. A cynical laugh erupts from one. A murmur lifts against the cold walls.
“House Sathar could finally be useful to us…”
“Their Beastmasters provide the finest Hydra leathers.”
“Iago is desperate to gain favour of the Court.”
“Rumour says he has done so, already…”
A voice rises above all others, an inflection of leadership retains order before her, “And how shall this be done?”
“Send him to war. Assassinate him on his rally, and let the tide of war do the rest to his House.”
The Kabal’s voice rises in agreement.
The future has been woven.
