The cult of the Red Lady is a popular cult that was discovered under very special circumstances. This cult focuses on the Red Lady, an entity who strengthens her believers by giving her a little of her blood in exchange for sacrifices.

These 4 Members are the Red Lady's first believers.

- So, Malakai, how goes the transmission of the Red Lady's words? says Sariel, a silver-haired woman with vivid blue eyes, wearing a tight black dress that shows off her slim, slender figure, with a necklace of red gems in the shape of a cross. In her hands is a snake-shaped scepter.

- We're making good progress," says Malakai, "I've managed to get twenty or so peccores from nearby villages to adopt the Red Lady's words. It'll be a while before we can win them over to our cause.

A tall man with curly black hair, a pointed beard and piercing green eyes. Malakai is dressed in a long, dark red robe with strange symbols embroidered on it, and holds a scythe in the shape of a crescent moon.

- The Red Lady will be glad to hear it. Praise be to her.

Praise the Red Lady! they said in unison.

- Raziel and Nuriel report on the training of new recruits.

Raziel and Nuriel are in charge of training the recruits before their blood baptism. Bloodbaptism is a ritual during which they are blessed by the Red Lady and receive her teachings. Resistance requires a strong will and a healthy body.

Raziel is in charge of physical training. He's a pale-skinned man with short blond hair and gray eyes. He wears black armor with a dark sheen, pointed metal shoulder pads, dark steel breastplate and gauntlets, and a light shield.

Nuriel is in charge of mystical training, training them as mages. She is a woman who is skilled in the use of magic. She shares her knowledge with her followers to make them stronger and more powerful. She's a robust woman with brown hair. She wears a dress with inscriptions, and in her hand is a staff with an inlaid red orb.

As they approached the altar, Raziel, Malakai, and Sariel exchanged a worried glance, their anticipation mingled with caution. The path that was supposed to be blocked by debris lay before them strangely cleared. Their steps slowed, each of them aware of the lurking danger. Doubts whispered in their minds as they questioned the force that had cleared their way.

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At that very moment, Nuriel, sensing their mounting tension, began a melodious chant that echoed through the sacred chamber. Nuriel's enchanting voices rose, imbued with a captivating spiritual power. An intense blue light materialized around the three warriors, merging with their protective aura.

"Thank you for the reinforcement, Nuriel," Raziel declared in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on the altar with determination. "Prepare for assault."

United as a formidable force, Sariel, Malakai, and Raziel advanced cautiously, their senses heightened by the abnormal atmosphere that pervaded the room. The contours of the altar seemed to blur into the shadows, while sinister whispers filled the air. The weathered floor creaked beneath their steps, amplifying the sense of unease that enveloped them.

However, once inside, their gaze fell upon a disconcerting sight. The room, immersed in gloomy darkness, was devoid of any human presence. The echo of their solitary footsteps resonated mournfully, while the flickering torchlight danced ghostly on the walls adorned with mysterious symbols. Perplexed gazes met, reflecting their growing concern in the face of the oppressive silence.

The mystery deepened around this unsettling discovery, shaking their initial determination. Thoughts swirled in their minds, seeking answers to the absence of the expected intruder. Each mentally prepared themselves to confront the unknown lurking in the shadows, as a shiver of uncertainty ran down their spines. The quest to unravel the secrets of this empty chamber had only just begun, and they knew that their determination and courage would be tested.

They looked around, perplexed, their eyes scanning the room for any clues of the intruder's presence. The silence hung heavy, and there was no sign of struggle or violence. Sariel stepped forward, heading towards the altar to examine the intricately carved symbols adorning its surface. The complex lines and esoteric patterns held an air of profound mystery, yet their meaning eluded him. Meanwhile, Malakai approached the mural on the wall, studying every detail with intense focus, searching for hidden clues within the ancient paintings.

Raziel remained on high alert, his gaze sweeping tirelessly across the room, his shield firmly positioned, and his sword ready to be drawn at a moment's notice. Nuriel, understanding the gravity of her role, channeled her magical powers, attempting to detect any traces of concealed magic that could have been used to mask the intruder's presence. Mystical waves emanated from her as she sought out imperceptible signs to ordinary senses.

However, despite their meticulous search and keen perception, they found nothing. No tangible clues revealed themselves in the seemingly empty and peaceful room. Perplexed gazes were exchanged among the four warriors, their faces displaying a mix of confusion and doubt. Wondering if their alert had been a false alarm or if the intruder had managed to escape without a trace, a growing sense of unease unsettled them, shaking their initial confidence. The mystery deepened, fueling their questions, as they mentally prepared themselves to face new trials in unraveling the elusive secrets of this deceptively innocent room.

- False alarm, come in Nuriel

Nuriel returned and began praying at the altar.

Sariel held out his hand and his ring shone for a moment before a dark wooden table and 4 carved wooden chairs appeared.