☬ 23rd of Glade, Year 122, A.o.S ☬
Company: Dimitri, Caliburn, Cultist | Thoughts: I'll make you talk | Mood: Sadistic
Company: Dimitri, Caliburn, Cultist | Thoughts: I'll make you talk | Mood: Sadistic
☬ Thanks to Dimitri, papers littered the floor and bed of the place Dante called home. There in the middle of the pile was the vampyre looking through a book he had "acquired" from the local library on blood cults. He wanted to learn everything he could about this group, if there was even anything recorded. He and Dimitri were drowning in information, and soon it was clear that they were dealing with something that must be crushed. Some of the information on the various cults was....disturbing, to say the least.
Though one entry in a book he was thumbing through caught his eye, more so a name........ The Scarlet Chosen.
Closing the book he rubbed his temples, finding this information to be a lot. "How interesting." he mumbled, catching the attention of Dimitri. "Find something interesting sir?" he inquired, coming up from where he was and the information he was reading. "It seems we are dealing with fanatics, and if we don't deal with them now they will cause more chaos." he noted, as a knock came on the door.
From it came the large male they had met, Caliban, and with him, he had a Scarlet Chosen with him. Dante looked at the man as it was clear the chosen was a prisoner of the sort. Looking at the condition of the man, it was clear Caliburn had given him a run for his money. Standing he moved across the room and gave an inviting smile to the tall male inviting him in, Dimitri bringing a chair for the man to place his captive. Sitting the male down Dante came to step beside them. "And who might this be?" Dante purred.
Caliban glared at the man before it softened as he looked at Dante. "An assassin from the cult, he tried to kill me in my sleep at the hospital. I figured it be best we question him together." he said scratching his head as he laughed a bit. Dante gave a light smirk as he came to kneel in front of the unconscious male, sculpting a long talon that he used to draw blood from the man's forearm. Taking it he drank it in order to gain information. Caliburn was confused as to what I was doing, which made Dimitri smile.
"Hmmm" it was the only sound that came to him as he stood and went to go get some water. Taking it he splashed it on the male causing him to wake up in gasps of air. "So glad of you to join us assassin, I have some questions, and I hope for your sake, you have the right answers." the assassin glared at them all with contempt as Dante palmed the man's head in his hands.
"Where are you all located? How many of you are there presently?" the vampyre asked, a look of disdain on his face. The assailant was still silent and spat at Dante's foot. Dimitri withdrew his pistol and was ready to fire but Dante motioned for him to restrain himself. Instead, Dante laughed at him and his vitalis rune glowed into life. "Your silence, I saw what I needed to see in your blood...I saw what your base looks like and the one I could only assume to be your leader. I simply need you to cooperate and give me the location of your base and how many members are currently guarding it. If you think your silence will save you it will not, and you may think if you don't talk we'll simply kill you anyway, but I won't let you off so easily. Cause once I'm done with you, you'll beg me for death."
With a laugh, his rune glowed brightly and from his touch, he was led by a feeling he was getting from the rune, compelling him as he drew a symbol on the man's forehead. With a wicked smile, he moved from his prey and went to place a hand on the door. With an anchor in place, the parameter of said ward being to block sound from escaping, Dante when and placed a similar anchor on each wall of his modest dwelling, and upon placing the final anchor, the areas that were effect shimmered.
Turning to the man in the chair, Dante smiled as the symbol he had carved into the man's forehead began to glow, and screams of agony filled everyone's ears. All three men watched as the man wailed helplessly as the sigil carved into his flesh glowed. After several moments, it subsided and the man was left panting, the pain still echoing within his head as Dante knelt down to look him in the eyes. "Are you willing to cooperate now?" he asked, though he could easily tell by the look in the man's eyes that he was still defiant.
With the glow of his eyes, the sigil came to life again and the pain resumed, but this time Dante added another sigil to the man's chest. He watched as the body contorted as more pain filled it. Caliburn looked to the vampyre, concerned, but Dante was certain the captive would break soon enough. "I don't think he can take anymore." Caliburn nudged with concern lacing his words.
With a sigh, Dante released his agonizing hold on the poor soul, to which Caliburn went to his side. "I apologize for my friend, he can get very carried away." he apologized, gripping the man's face in his fingers. "that being said, I can't control his actions forever, so if you don't wanna experience this, I suggest you give us what we need." he explained, the man looking at Dante as the color flushed from his face.
Dante held a look one could only attribute to a demon on his face that drained the color from the man's face. He looked back at Caliburn and nodded shakingly. Dimitri went to get him a piece of paper and something to write with. Allowing the man to catch his breath, he began to scribble out the details of the base of operations for this cult of the Scarlet Chosen. When he was done, Dimitri came up behind him and hit him upside the head with the butt of a gun. Picking him up, Caliburn went to dispose of the cultist, nodding to Dante as he left.
"Finally, I'll be able to avenge my fallen friend. Thank you for this again. I'll be back momentarily."
"Common Speech"
"Silandris Speech"
"Self-Thoughts"
Though one entry in a book he was thumbing through caught his eye, more so a name........ The Scarlet Chosen.
That was rather concerning, as he knows that a group like this would only cause him trouble, attracting hunters. He was now enthralled, controlled by his curiosity about them. Flipping a page he found an excerpt detailing their origins.The Scarlet Chosen is a cult fervent in believing in the power within the blood. They are extremely elusive and are skilled mages and assassins. At any given time, they are composed of a cell of no more than 10 members, the largest cell being that of their leader. The group must function very well or at least well enough to accomplish their given tasks, even though some may have mutual problems with each other. The cult is rarely fully assembled in order to keep from being captured easily. The only time the cult is fully assembled is when dealing with threats deemed too great to be left alone.
Unbeknownst to the citizens of Free Cities of the North, existed a mage by the name of Saranthis. This mage was a sellsword traveling the world and studying his specific craft of magic. Along his travels, he encountered the harshness of those who feared magic, found it abhorent and an aversion, not understanding his gift, and thus placing hostilities upon the man. Outraged by the cruelty he was subjected to, he returned to his stronghold near Zaichaer and sought to reform this world. He came to realize that the mundane were nothing more than monsters, beasts lashing out against what they could barely fathom. As such he began to delve into how he could obtain the power to dominate the threat of the mundane.
It is believed that in his search for answers, he stumbled upon a group and their gift that set the course for the birth of the Scarlet Chosen. With his newfound knowledge and power, he set out to bring in an era shaped by him. Over the course of his life, Saranthis began to attract followers, and soon he had an entire coven under his control. He would proceed to gain influence and power till he was struck down by an agent of what his followers believed to be from the Cult of Mending as they saw him as a threat but nothing was ever found to be concrete. Impaled by his own sword, Saranthis vision died with him, or so he thought. The following he had amassed continued on, furthering his teaching, and bolstering their influence in the darker, more cabal avenues of the north.
Many fear them for their brutality and in recent years they have become more brazen than they have been, those that know of them find this very off-putting and fear what it is they could be planning or being caught in their grasp. Among the cult, there is a rumor that Saranthis placed a curse on the sword in his last and final moments. It is said that the sword used to kill him wouldn't be removed until the next vessel of the revered mage is present. Many among the cult have tried to remove it thinking themselves to be the vessel of the infamous mage, but none have yet to prevail.
Closing the book he rubbed his temples, finding this information to be a lot. "How interesting." he mumbled, catching the attention of Dimitri. "Find something interesting sir?" he inquired, coming up from where he was and the information he was reading. "It seems we are dealing with fanatics, and if we don't deal with them now they will cause more chaos." he noted, as a knock came on the door.
From it came the large male they had met, Caliban, and with him, he had a Scarlet Chosen with him. Dante looked at the man as it was clear the chosen was a prisoner of the sort. Looking at the condition of the man, it was clear Caliburn had given him a run for his money. Standing he moved across the room and gave an inviting smile to the tall male inviting him in, Dimitri bringing a chair for the man to place his captive. Sitting the male down Dante came to step beside them. "And who might this be?" Dante purred.
Caliban glared at the man before it softened as he looked at Dante. "An assassin from the cult, he tried to kill me in my sleep at the hospital. I figured it be best we question him together." he said scratching his head as he laughed a bit. Dante gave a light smirk as he came to kneel in front of the unconscious male, sculpting a long talon that he used to draw blood from the man's forearm. Taking it he drank it in order to gain information. Caliburn was confused as to what I was doing, which made Dimitri smile.
"Hmmm" it was the only sound that came to him as he stood and went to go get some water. Taking it he splashed it on the male causing him to wake up in gasps of air. "So glad of you to join us assassin, I have some questions, and I hope for your sake, you have the right answers." the assassin glared at them all with contempt as Dante palmed the man's head in his hands.
"Where are you all located? How many of you are there presently?" the vampyre asked, a look of disdain on his face. The assailant was still silent and spat at Dante's foot. Dimitri withdrew his pistol and was ready to fire but Dante motioned for him to restrain himself. Instead, Dante laughed at him and his vitalis rune glowed into life. "Your silence, I saw what I needed to see in your blood...I saw what your base looks like and the one I could only assume to be your leader. I simply need you to cooperate and give me the location of your base and how many members are currently guarding it. If you think your silence will save you it will not, and you may think if you don't talk we'll simply kill you anyway, but I won't let you off so easily. Cause once I'm done with you, you'll beg me for death."
With a laugh, his rune glowed brightly and from his touch, he was led by a feeling he was getting from the rune, compelling him as he drew a symbol on the man's forehead. With a wicked smile, he moved from his prey and went to place a hand on the door. With an anchor in place, the parameter of said ward being to block sound from escaping, Dante when and placed a similar anchor on each wall of his modest dwelling, and upon placing the final anchor, the areas that were effect shimmered.
Turning to the man in the chair, Dante smiled as the symbol he had carved into the man's forehead began to glow, and screams of agony filled everyone's ears. All three men watched as the man wailed helplessly as the sigil carved into his flesh glowed. After several moments, it subsided and the man was left panting, the pain still echoing within his head as Dante knelt down to look him in the eyes. "Are you willing to cooperate now?" he asked, though he could easily tell by the look in the man's eyes that he was still defiant.
With the glow of his eyes, the sigil came to life again and the pain resumed, but this time Dante added another sigil to the man's chest. He watched as the body contorted as more pain filled it. Caliburn looked to the vampyre, concerned, but Dante was certain the captive would break soon enough. "I don't think he can take anymore." Caliburn nudged with concern lacing his words.
With a sigh, Dante released his agonizing hold on the poor soul, to which Caliburn went to his side. "I apologize for my friend, he can get very carried away." he apologized, gripping the man's face in his fingers. "that being said, I can't control his actions forever, so if you don't wanna experience this, I suggest you give us what we need." he explained, the man looking at Dante as the color flushed from his face.
Dante held a look one could only attribute to a demon on his face that drained the color from the man's face. He looked back at Caliburn and nodded shakingly. Dimitri went to get him a piece of paper and something to write with. Allowing the man to catch his breath, he began to scribble out the details of the base of operations for this cult of the Scarlet Chosen. When he was done, Dimitri came up behind him and hit him upside the head with the butt of a gun. Picking him up, Caliburn went to dispose of the cultist, nodding to Dante as he left.
"Finally, I'll be able to avenge my fallen friend. Thank you for this again. I'll be back momentarily."
"Common Speech"
"Silandris Speech"
"Self-Thoughts"
