>>5851783Capital: Corprest, the seat of power of the Crimson Lords. A brooding place of pink granite stained with grime, sprawling across the three rivers that meet at its location. It is a city of contrast, with stone carved manors sitting in the midst of rotting slums. Well kept streets run between the manors where the crimson lords delight in running down any of the peasantry who have the misfortune of being in their path. The slums themselves have only the barest of paths, rotting boards on swampy ground.
Where two rivers become one is the Father's Tower, a forbidding tower festooned with bleeding corpses, kept fresh by nightly hunts by the younger of the crimson lords. The blood flows into the Father's River, consecrating it anew each day. It is here in the Father's Tower that the Crimson Council rules over the lesser vampires and in turn the human cattle.
Long ago the bodies of massacred locals were heaped here until they blocked the river and only blood and bile flowed down its banks. It was this profane act of bloodlust that pleased the dark god and blessed the Father, who was ultimately torn apart and consumed by his children.
> Action 1: Develop the Aura of Blindness SpellSamuel Gutripper has been named Spymaster of the Black Fangs, the eyes, ears, and executioners of the Crimson Council. His first act is to set the dark magicians of the blood lords to crafting spells to allow his spies and agents to move unseen and unknown, all the better to discover and destroy those who would defy our rule. The end result is Aura of Blindness, a spell that robs those around the caster of their vision. The demonstration of a Black Fang agent casually eviscerating a crowd of cattle armed with spears, who grow progressively more distressed at each scream and death gurgle, is met with equal parts laughter and applause, especially when their panicked stabbing strikes each other. Arrangements are made for a repeat performance at once.
> Action 2: Expand to the south along the river.The young blood of the clan grow restless and their elders know better than to let the inevitable purges, infighting and insurrection take place at home. Already three young crimson lords have been messily executed by their superiors, but not before they managed to cut down one of their elders. While all of them will mend soon enough in the bosom of the river it is a clear sign that too many lords are sharing too little space. Cattle are taxed from the belligerent youths, leashed, and driven south along the river to seed new villages for fledgling crimson lords to rule, where hopefully lands of their own to rule will cool their heads.
