Sarkar the Divine
Before the death of the Gods, the small village tended to the docile orb weaving Sarkarian spiders living in the nearby Forest around the shrine of Sarkar, and harvesting the strong fibers of their webs for a light and very expensive cloth. It was a hard life, but they managed.
And then the Darkness came.
Suddenly the spiders weren’t so docile anymore. Several workers are attacked and killed, their poisend bodies used as nurseries. Even worse, the spiders started growing, and growing, from small hand sized spiders to the size of a Bull. When they started entering the village in search of food, a local harvester donned a suit made of the special cloth and approached the largest spider carrying an offering of fresh meat wrapped in strands of web, wafting in a cloud of incense, weaving it left to right, stomping his feet and mumbling rhymes praising Sarkar to himself.
The spider stopped as if hallucinated, bowed down, and took the offering placed in front of his monsterous jaws, and backed off back into the forest. Sarkar would be pleased, if only we appeased His children more His favour would surely return.
But now the animals have all been slaughtered and fresh meat must be aquired, so the villagers are flooding the Forest in search of more fresh meat. Animal or Human, Sarkar cares not. And with enough offerings, Sarkar will decend from the heavens to give plentyful bounty to her followers.
Well, they hope anyway.
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