Wilhelm had joined the ranks of the God of Wrath and the Heavens, offering his… unique services. The God had recognised the man’s potential, odd as Wilhelm might be. Once the Vampiric Priest had prayed to the old Gods, but they had not served him in return, it was time to follow a new God and bring power to a Master who would reciprocate. And Raith was a meal ticket worth the Priest’s time, effort and unusual strengths. 

When rumours of the missing people had reached the Temple, Wilhelm had suggested that he and Sorrento investigate for themselves on Raith’s behalf - the lost had the most to gain from benevolent Deities, even one as full of rage as their Lord Raith was. 

What the Vampires discovered was a city full of people losing their will, their desire, and suddenly Wilhelm came into his own. The only desires he had were self preservation, and Sorrento - he could easily have both, especially since the girl could not shed him from her life, she owed him and she would owe him for all eternity… which was also what he had given her. 

The foul man turned his sunken, black eyes toward the beautiful dancer beside him, holding a black umbrella above their heads to shield them from the sun. It was not because, as many would assume, they were Vampires but for other reasons entirely. For Wilhelm the sun and heat dried out the scars at the sides of his mouth, the gaping wounds would never truly heal, but the sun dried them out more and caused further pain that Wilhelm had no intention of tolerating. Sorrento liked her pale skin, she preferred not to let the sun touch her if she could help it, the less she tanned the happier she was, and incidentally so was Wilhelm.

”Alright SoSo, it is time we called upon these lost souls and brought them into the loving arms of our Lord Raith,” he said softly, nodding to the girl as he took the umbrella from her and stood to one side, watching with a sickening smile on his face as she readied herself  to begin her dance to lure in a crowd. 
”Ladies and gentleman, dearest townsfolk, I am here to beseech you in the name of our Lord Raith. Our Lord is better known as the Blind God, the Fury of the Heavens - but Lord Raith is a merciful God to those who are worthy, to those who are loyal and he is generous to the Pilgrims who serve in his name.”

Whatever made people come to this new land was strong. Either a potential threat to the coven or a potential source of power to be used under the God of Wrath's desire. That was why Jared came to the land. The people were mere sheep, being drawn to a slaughter hidden somewhere. Or at least that's what he believed. The entire island reminded him strongly of a fly being drawn to the sweet scents of a flower before it is devoured. They were overtaken by the sweetness of it all but Jared knew that there was danger afoot. He would have to be wary as he traveled. 

He was by himself this time and had told Talia to stay home. Jared didn't want her to fall into the traps of the island and become unable to leave. Besides there were people of the light and people of the dark, all mixed together. He didn't want somebody to attack her simply because she was a vampire. And Jared could go all out, not having to worry about protecting anybody. 

The first thing that caught his attention upon arrival was the lack of footprints in the beach sand. If so many had arrived, then why wasn't there footprints. On a normal beach, the prints would have lasted for at least two days. Yet there wasn't anything. In fact the beach was perfectly clean. The sun shone down onto the ground, which Jared didn't mind as much as other vampires would. He was only part vampire, the fae part of him helped make him more durable against the sun. At some point he would have to go inside but he was less likely to burst into flames like other vampires. 

As he headed deeper into the city, he noted the massive amounts of lotus flowers dotting the city in any patch of land available. Fascinating. He'd also realized that the people seemed overly….lost? Happy? They all seemed to be overly cheerful. Soon he came across a small crowd of people surrounding a man and a dancer. The people were watching the dancer with a smile but they seemed uninterested in what the man had to say. Then he realized that he'd seen the man speaking before. Then he began talking about Lord Raith and Jared realized he was one of the God's followers too. 

Deciding to have a little fun while on duty, he tried to get the crowd motivated. He told them that the god would give them sweet rewards and that there was a party in for them if they joined. There wasn't a party but he was doing his best. Unfortunately the crowd seemed….unmotivated. As though they cared nothing more than to eat lotus flowers and being in this paradise. Some of the locals started bringing in ambrosia to share with the dancer and Wilhelm. 

Meanwhile,not too far away from where Wilhelm and Jared where. A familiar Cyborg has set up his little research station inside a rather large tent. There he had set up numerous types measuring tools, alchemichal and magical equipment. A small bookcase. Operating table and many other instruments necessary for his work. Said wrok was focused on research of the strange flora, food an aura that seemingly surrounded this strange island that just suddelny popped up out of the blue. Ferrus wished to determine the extent of danger this place had towards rest of Revaliir and of course towards his patron, the Blind God Raith. He himself was not fond of Kavlan from the outset. He, in his travels, happened upon many places claiming to be a paradise. Most of them were dens of degeneracy and worship of foul things, others were were hellholes with nice coat of paint………all were traps made to ensnare and strangle life out of anyone who would enter them. If he could he would advise an campaign of cleansing fire, leave naught but cinder and ash…….but well he had to keep his more zelous tendencies in check and go about it in a calm and collected manner.

For this reason, ever since he came here, he started to collect various samples of local flora, fauna, food and even some……tissue samples belonging to the natives. He decided to not hide underneath his crimson cloak and hunched stance and go about this upright with only his black robes covering his body. Thanks to that his additional metalic arms and tentacle like appendages that sprouted from his metallic "Backpack", were free to help him with his work. Carrying additional samples, working a number of instruments at the same time and many other things.

Recently, Ferrus believed, he made an breakthrough. He mandaged to…..well……kidnap and kill an native. And now he was readying up to disect him to see what, if anything, makes them other than rest of the people of Revaliir. He would see the anatonomical results of the local diet. Maybe he would even discern the exact impact it had on the brain chemistry.

The cyborg priest begun with simple incision across the torso of his subject and from there……from there it begun a meticulous study and dissection. Not a single part of the body would be left untouched. All would be examined untill not but a grotesquely cut up, unrecognizable carcass would be left. Ferrus was so absorbed in his study that he did not hear Wilhelm's preaching nearby.