Once again the newcomer, Karadis prowled in the alleys and streets of the unforgiving WestEnd, moving like a wolf among the sheep, he struck finding two victims, a human male, middle-aged with a prostitute, young human woman, maybe 16 or 17, with red hair. He took the girl quickly ripping out her throat with his clawed hand. The male, out of fear, tried to put up a fight, using some pathetic use of a sword. Karadis just gave a hissing laugh and struck the male down with his own blade. The acid dripping from Karadis's sword, caused the human male to scream in pain.

The Sarrukh quickly broke the man's neck in one swift move, and drag both bodies away, taking both their heads, he feasted on the two humans, leaving the remains to be found, he also took what money and possesions they had. He could easily planeshift to another plane or world. But it was so much more fitting to take from these cattle. These walking apes, they were to be his playthings. Karadis liked his new playground.

He took the heads of these two, now he had four in total, in his cavern home, it was deep and dark, fairly big, with a number of columns, a small lake, with cave fish, a number of ledges. He ensorcelled a few of the columns to glow with a deep purple light. The equivelent of twilight. He also had a permenent fire of deep purple fire going, this provided light as well as being a scrying device of sorts. He would use this strange fire that gave no heat as a window to watch this world and others.

Karadis placed the heads of his latest victims in that flame and they did burn, the flesh burnt off, sending the smell and smoke as an offering to the Great Elder Serpent, the Creator of the Sarrukh. He gave praise to his Primorial Father and added these skulls to the other two. Best not attract too much attention. For the time being, Karadis would, like all Sarrukh he would bide his time, even if it meant centuries or millenia. Then he would strike deep this city and send his vemon into this place.

During the raids of the previous night, and the commotion at the Zoo, of which, Karadis watched with glee, it seemed someone was quite mad about something, he took the time to do his own little campaign of terror. Never one to turn down an oppotunity, Karadis, went into overtime with his dark work, and found and brutally murdered eight humans, ranging from young to old, including a family of five, a father, a mother and three young children. Taking their heads, after he feasted on them, and took any vaulables they had, which was some, but not much. When the watch finally responded to the home, they found a grisley scene of carnage.

They also found a symbol painted on a wall, in blood, it was a lidless eye, with three teardrop like shapes, protruding from under the eye. What this was and what it meant, is unknown. The Watch thought it might be a ritual symbol, but they were not sure. There were no witnesses and still no leads. As if the Watch had enough to worry about as it was. They feared a new serial killer was on the loose in the WestEnd.

Karadis was busy with seeing to the construction of his underground temple complex, torture chambers and dungeons, all of which would be layered and centered arround a central shaft with a great winding staircase, leading upto the aboveground Temple/Brothal, the so-called "Ivory Palace" for it was to be a columned and lavish four story building of white marble, with ivory and white and green jade, with a nicely made silver-plated dome roof, surrounded by lavish gardens, fountains, trees and a tall, enclosure wall. Karadis had beholders, undead, earth elementals, enslaved dwavres and golems building and cavring his grand complex.

Whils all of that was going on, Karadis received a visitor, his old friend, Zaruk, a powerful Abyssal Lord, and fellow compatriot from the Blood Wars. Karadis and Zaruk had much fun over the many long years. The games they played, ruining Kingdoms, corrupting the pious and the Holy, sweet virgins, and so on. He turned to Zaruk with a wicked grin

"Hello old friend, and please, don't insult my home, i never insulted some of the holes you stayed in. Anyway care for a cup of unicorn blood or something?"

He laughed and said with his cold and charming voice "Very well, Karadis, what schemes are you pltting in your mind of late" Quite the project you have going here. Beholders, Golems, undead, elementals and slaves, my my, this is something. And what in the Abyss are you building anyways" What do you have planned for this sad little world, my friend?"

he took the offered goblet of warm, unicorn blood and stood there watching the goings on

After their little chat, Karadis and the Demon prince went out to engage in some very dark desires. First on the list, they found two young women, both virgins, and had their way with them. Each girl, about 18 or 19, were ravaged, torn apart, their bodies dumped in an alley in the MarketPlace. They then went to one of the local bars, and got into a fight, maining and or killing at least 10 people. At the time of course, both had shapeshifted to look like vampires. Both the Sarrukh and the Demon Lord were not about to do all this looking like themselves.

Once that bit of fun, was over, they decided to burn down a small chapel to some goody goody nature Deity, steal what valuables they could, and murdered all the occupants within. Once that was done, the two dark Immortals returned without notice back to Karadis's dark gothic-like home in the North part of the city.

Karadis could only laugh, there were some damned do gooders in this city after all, led by this Wolvinator, some fool of a human that wanted to bring light to the Darkness, to cut out the rotted heart of this foul city. Humans how they think they can change things for the better. This Wolvinator seemed he wanted to be the Sheppard to the sheep. Yet there were many wolves, the Sarrukh being one of them. And a well hidden wolf at that, this human and his little band were so busy with other things happening, that they did not even notice really that over 70 people were dead by Karadis's hand. As well as two burned down churches and two blown up apartments.

This was a playground for the Darkness, and the players did not care for upstarts wanting to save this city. Something had to be done about Wolvinator, and anyone else who dared oppose the Darkness.

while is old friend Karadis played his little games of slaughter and death, Zaruk, the Demon Prince of Vices also played, but in a different game. Seducing men and women, making them indulge in their darker natures. Lust, Envy, and Greed, being the ones, most played upon, as Zaruk was not much for the others, except Wrath, when a jealous lover came to find their so called faithful love with another. That was always fun. Zaruk was busy getting priests and nuns drunk, and corrupting themselves with sex and other "Unpious acts". Defilement of altars and temples was a common theme. Zaruk was getting young virgins to have sex with him or with each other. The use of bondage instruments was invloved. Any fantasy or desire was realized.

Zaruk did what he did best to corrupt the remaining core of pious and upright citizens of this city, which was quite corrupt. Greed, Lust, Wrath, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony and Pride, abounded in this place. It was a demon's paradise. Those Zaruk had corrupted were ripe for the taking, their souls dragged to his realm of the Abyss. Where he could play with them and torment them for Eternity

It seemed like the Ravager was not quite done with his gift of YuleTide Terror. He went into the cold, dead of night and stalked a few more victims, this time two humans, who appeared to be members of the City Watch, but this was unknown at the time, as both men were completly torn apart and feasted upon. Their hands were taken, as was the M.O. of the WestEnd Ravager. But this time the bodies, hung by their feet with ropes from a guardtower and had the word "Cattle" written in blood, beneath the bodies, for all the world to see.

And his third victim for the night, a priest of Pelor, some sun deity from a world known as Oerth. The priest recognized as one Arador SunHand, an eldery man, and one known for his charity was also savagely torn apart, his head also missing. The only thing that identifed him as Father Arador was his well-known and gnarled staff of beechwood, that was broken in half. The golden holysymbol of Pelor, that was known to be worn by Father Arador was missing. His body was found in the small, but modest chapel he had in the WestEnd. The chapel itself was ransacked, any and all valuables were taken. Officials for the Chapel of the Eternal Sun had closed the Chapel, upon discovering the body and the vandalism.

The words "false" and "cattle" were written in blood above the chapel's altar

The Brothel, Karadis had opened, "the Ivory Palace was doing quite well, business was booming and Karadis was raking in both the money and the souls from the sacrifices he and his Yuan-Ti priests where making in the Temple of their God, the World Serpent. At present there were 12 Yuan-ti priests, 30 yuan-ti guards, 40 lizardfolk and Tren guards(who were modified by Karadis to have extra strength and agility), 50 slave boys and slave girls(30 girls and 20 boys, of either human, elven, neko, half elf or half celestial stock).

There was also Mistress D, a beautiful, but deadly Succubus, who was the Brothel madame, she oversaw 20 vampires, and eight other succubi and incubi. The Lizardfolk and Tren never came upto the Brothel, they stayed to the Temple area and tunnels below the Brothel. For extra security, Karadis and his Yuan-ti priests placed nicely crafted stone golems, made of Ivory, that was as hard as granite, in the Brothel. For the tunnels and Temple, Serpent Golems, golems made of basalt, crafted to look like tall and powerful lizardfolk, with wicked claws.

as for other measures there were magical protective wards, and magical watching devices disguised throughout the Temple and the Brothel. And now after speaking to D, about non paying customers, Karadis brought in another ten half-blood and pure-blood Yuan-ti guards to watch the Brothel. Karadis also decided to expand the brothel, by adding an extra pleasure dome, and connecting the two buildings by way of a lovely garden and marble-floored, enclosed walkway, that had six archways that opened into the new gardens.

He arranged to have another 30 slaves(20 girls and 10 boys brought in), along with more staff and of course more guards, plus another 10 priest/torturers. He was doing quite well indeed.

Karadis was most busy this week, he had taken advantage of the fools and their politics. One of the so called canidates lay dead in the morgue, his remains being examined by the Medical Examiner. Karadis took a risk doing that during the day, but he came through on his promise and Khaine Levaque was dead.

He also went after another 30 victims, and for a kick, he stuffed ballots in various holes in their bodies, and wrote "Sheep" and "puppets" upon their walls. He tore their flesh and heard their screams, sowing the seeds of sorrow and death in the city. The complacent fops that ruled this city, seemed not to care, unless one of their own was threatened. Typical.

All it meant was that Karadis could continue in his work, since no one seemed to care about the drags of society. Maybe after a thousand or so were dead, someone would care. After all, with that many dead, the tax revenue would lower some, and after all those in power might feel the pinch. Then they would care, once not so much money was coming in to the coffers of those in Power. And with fear running amuck, these lower class people would not toil away and produce the things the higher ups loved to get fat on or sit their fat backsides on.

That would just be terrible indeed, oh no, the fatcats would not have their pretty things if enough of the dregs that made these things were dead. This just made Karadis grin with sadistic glee.