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crimson covenant Shadow Road

 

 JOURNEY OF THE COFFIN GUILD

  Shadow Road

Night arrived early beneath the eastern pines. The King's Road disappeared beneath towering evergreens older than kingdoms themselves. Thick roots twisted across ancient stone paving laid centuries ago by forgotten emperors. Cold mist drifted between the trunks, swallowing moonlight until the forest became a maze of shadows. The perfect place for an ambush. At least... That was what Hagen believed.  Hagen had led highwaymen for nearly fifteen years. He stood well over six feet tall, broad-shouldered and thickly built from years of swinging axes rather than plows. His weathered face was hidden beneath a tangled black beard streaked with gray, while an old scar ran from his temple to the corner of his mouth. A battered iron helmet rested atop shoulder-length brown hair. His armor had once belonged to three different soldiers. One steel pauldron. One leather shoulder guard. Chainmail patched together with rings from half a dozen kingdoms. Across his back rested an enormous executioner's axe whose blade was nicked from countless battles. He feared little. He had robbed nobles. Killed mercenaries. Escaped royal patrols. Survived monsters. Tonight would be easy.

The road below remained empty. Forty men waited silently among the trees. Crossbows loaded. Spears hidden beneath pine branches. Ropes stretched across the road. Several logs stood ready to roll downhill. One lookout climbed down from a rocky outcrop.

"They're coming."

Hagen smiled.

"What do you see?"

The lookout frowned.

"...One carriage."

"Only one?"

"Yes."

"No escort?"

"...No."

Hagen laughed.

"Rich fools."

The lookout hesitated.

"There is..."

He swallowed.

"...something strange."

Hagen rolled his eyes.

"Out with it."

"The horses."

"What about them?"

"They..."

The man looked uncomfortable.

"...don't breathe."

Silence. The surrounding bandits exchanged uneasy glances. One muttered quietly.

"Ghost horses?"

Another snorted.

"You're drinking again."

The lookout shook his head.

"I swear."

The carriage emerged from the mist. Every conversation stopped. It rolled without sound. Not the squeaking of wheels. Not the clatter of hooves. Nothing. Its polished black body reflected almost no moonlight, appearing more like a moving shadow than a vehicle. Silver runes shimmered faintly across its sides. Blue lanterns burned with cold flames. Hagen frowned. He had never seen craftsmanship like it. Then... He noticed the horses. The lookout had not lied. They were impossible. Towering black steeds made from living shadow. Silver eyes glowed softly. Their flowing manes dissolved into drifting mist. Each hoof struck stone... 

Without making a sound.One bandit whispered,

"Those aren't horses..."

Another spoke the word no one wanted to hear.

"Necromancy."

Hagen forced himself to laugh.

"It's a trick."

"No carriage travels without passengers."

"Get ready."

The ropes tightened. Crossbows rose. Forty men surrounded the road.The carriage stopped. Exactly where Hagen wanted. Perfect. The door opened. A young noble stepped out. Hagen almost laughed. The boy looked barely eighteen. Tall. Lean. Almost delicate. Silver-blond hair framed a calm face far too handsome for a battlefield. His long black coat reached nearly to his boots, embroidered with elegant silver thread. Twin silver whips rested at his waist. Nothing more.

"No armor?"

One bandit chuckled.

"He'll surrender."

Behind him climbed another child. No... Not a child. Perhaps sixteen. Shorter than the first. Messy golden-blond hair. Bright blue eyes. Friendly face. He looked almost embarrassed. Until Hagen noticed... The axe. The weapon resting across the boy's shoulder was nearly taller than its owner. Its blade gleamed silver beneath the moon. Ancient blue runes glowed faintly across the metal.

One outlaw whispered,

"Impossible..."

Then... The earth shook. Heavy. Deliberate. Metallic footsteps echoed through the forest.

THOOM.

THOOM.

THOOM.

Trees trembled. Birds exploded into the sky. Something enormous emerged from the darkness. At first... Hagen thought it was a walking fortress. Then he realized... It was a man. Or something shaped like one. Over three meters tall. Forged from bronze, black steel, and ancient machinery. Its armor was covered with countless glowing runes. Amber eyes burned inside a knight-like helmet. Steam escaped from hidden vents. Visible gears slowly turned beneath overlapping plates. Across its back... It carried... A coffin. No ordinary coffin. An elegant standing coffin carved from black wood darker than midnight. Silver dragons wrapped around its sides. Ancient runes covered every surface. The coffin looked older than history itself.

One bandit quietly backed away.

"...I don't like this."

Hagen growled.

"It's carrying luggage."

"That's all."

No one believed him.

The older blond noble stepped forward. He looked at every hidden archer. Every spear. Every ambush. As though he had known they were there all along.

Then he spoke.

Quietly.

"Leave."

The word echoed strangely. The forest itself seemed to become quieter.

Hagen raised his axe.

"Kill them."

Everything happened too quickly. One moment... The blond noble stood alone.

The next... Silver filled the air. Nobody saw him move.

Jarek... Standing beside Hagen... Suddenly stared at empty hands. His sword was gone. He looked down. It lay neatly planted upright beside him. Another man's helmet split cleanly in two. Without touching his head. Spears shattered. Crossbows unraveled. Belts snapped. Armor straps burst apart. One by one... Weapons simply...

Disappeared.

"What"

A whip flashed.

Hagen blinked.

His axe vanished. He instinctively reached behind himself. Nothing. The boy now held it. Casually.

"...Impossible."

Someone screamed.

"He's behind us!"

"No!"

"He's over there!"

"No"

Every direction. Nowhere. Every glimpse revealed only black cloth and silver light. Like trying to fight a thunderstorm.

Then... The younger brother sighed.

"I really..."

"...don't like fighting."

Several bandits laughed nervously.

"Good."

"Neither do we."

The boy lifted his axe. Blue light erupted from ancient runes. The ground began vibrating. Trees shook violently. Pebbles bounced across the road.

One bandit stared.

"...Why is the earth moving?"

The axe swung. Not toward them. Toward the road.

The mountain exploded.

BOOOOOOOM.

The blast threw men through the air.

Trees bent. Stone erupted skyward. The road split open. A crater replaced solid ground. Several bandits landed twenty meters away.

One looked back.

The cheerful blond boy apologized.

"I'm sorry."

"...Sorry?"

The outlaw stared in horror.

"He apologized."

Half the bandits immediately fled.

Hagen roared.

"Stand your ground!"

Archers released arrows.

Or tried to.

Something landed among them.

The giant.

It had climbed the cliff.

No.

It had run straight up it.

The machine towered over them. Massive bronze hands reached outward. The archers screamed. Instead of crushing them... The giant carefully removed every bow. Bent each one. Placed them into a neat pile.

"...Please."

Its voice sounded deep.

Gentle.

"...Violence is unnecessary."

One bandit fainted. Another began praying.

Hagen stared.

"What..."

"...are these people?"

Then... Everything became cold. Not winter cold. Not mountain cold. Dead cold. Every torch extinguished simultaneously. The moon disappeared. Darkness spread unnaturally across the road. Even shadows seemed afraid.A metallic sound echoed softly.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The coffin.

Its silver clasps opened.

Slowly.

Patiently.

As though something inside had waited centuries. The lid moved. Only slightly. That was enough. Mist poured out. Not white. Black. Thick as ink. Rolling across the forest floor. Then came... The bats. Hundreds. Thousands. Tens of thousands. They emerged silently. No screeching. No fluttering. Only endless wings. They covered the sky. Blocked the moon. Covered the trees. Covered the road. Covered everything. Every pair of eyes... Glowed crimson.

One outlaw dropped his sword.

"They're watching..."

The bats circled. Not attacking. Waiting.

Someone whispered,

"...He's deciding."

A man stepped from the darkness.

Tall.

Elegant.

Hauntingly Handsome.

Terrifying.

He looked barely twenty-five. Porcelain skin. Dark hair. Ancient black robes embroidered with silver. Crimson eyes that reflected no emotion at all. He carried no weapon. He needed none. The swarm moved with him. As though night itself served him. Hagen's legs refused to move. He had fought bears. Knights. Mercenaries. Nothing had ever looked at him... Like that. The pale man smiled. Kindly. Almost gently.

"I have no quarrel with hungry men."

His voice was calm.

Cultured.

Patient.

"But those who choose cruelty..."

The bats descended lower.

"...rarely survive meeting me."

Hagen's courage shattered. He fell to his knees. Around him... Forty hardened bandits did the same. Weapons clattered across the stone road. Nobody ordered them. Nobody threatened them. They simply... Knew.

As the Crimson Covenant departed beneath the moonlight, silence lingered in the forest. No one spoke until the carriage had vanished completely.

Finally, one young outlaw whispered,

"...Who were they?"

An older bandit answered with trembling lips.

"I heard stories when I was a boy."

"My grandmother said..."

"If you ever see a giant carrying a black coffin..."

"...turn around."

Another slowly finished the old saying.

"...Because disaster has already arrived."

The youngest among them stared at the empty road, unable to forget the calm gray eyes of the silver-haired noble, the gentle smile of the blond giant, the impossible guardian of brass, or the ancient vampire who walked with the night itself.

Years later, none of them remembered how much gold they had stolen in their lives.

They remembered only one thing.

The night they tried to rob four travelers...

...and discovered they had crossed paths with the legendary Crimson Covenant.

Slayers - House Várhegyi - THE CRIMSON COVENANT

 THE CRIMSON COVENANT

The Blood Coffin Guild

Official Name: The Crimson Covenant (Vérkoporsó Szövetség - "The Blood Coffin Covenant")

Nickname: The Coffin Guild

A small but legendary guild from Central Elyria, composed of only four members. Though tiny in number, they possess the military might of an army. Their reputation is strange they rarely accept quests, never seek fame, and almost always appear where disasters or ancient evils awaken.

They are retainers of one of Central Elyria's oldest noble dynasties.

House Várhegyi

"Blood remembers. Duty endures."

One of the Great Houses of Central Elyria, House Várhegyi traces its lineage back over two thousand years to an impossible union between an Ancient Vampire and a human woman.

Although the vampire blood has become heavily diluted through generations of humans, members of House Várhegyi still inherit extraordinary physical abilities.

Their family crest depicts a silver wolf beneath a black eclipse, symbolizing humanity standing beside darkness rather than beneath it.

1. Bálint Várhegyi

Title: Heir of House Várhegyi

Age: 18

Weapon

Twin Silver Razored Whips

"Ikercsillag" (Twin Stars)

The enchanted silver whips can magically alter their length.

• Short enough to fight like twin swords.
• Long enough to slice enemies dozens of meters away.
• Razor wire edges capable of cutting steel.
• Blessed silver damages undead and monsters.

Personality

Bálint appears cold. He speaks only when necessary. He dislikes relying on others. Yet everything he does revolves around protecting his younger brother. He secretly believes that if anyone deserves happiness, it should be his brother not himself. His loneliness has become armor. Only his family ever sees him smile.

Fighting Style

Known across Elyria as "The Silver Tempest." His speed borders on supernatural. Rather than overpower enemies, he overwhelms them. His movements are nearly impossible to follow. Before opponents realize they're wounded... the battle has already ended.

Bloodline Gifts

Inherited from the ancient vampire lineage:

• Enhanced strength
• Incredible speed
• Heightened senses
• Rapid recovery
• Exceptional reflexes
• Long lifespan

2. Zoltán Várhegyi

Title: Young Lord of House Várhegyi

Age: 16

Weapon

Great Axe

"Égzúzó" (Sky Breaker)

An enchanted war axe that changes its own mass. It may appear like an ordinary battle axe... Until Zoltán wills it heavier.

Its magical properties allow it to become:

• larger
• heavier
• nearly impossible for anyone else to lift

Every swing feels like a collapsing fortress wall.

Personality

The heart of the guild.Gentle. Kind. Optimistic. He would rather talk than fight. As a child he feared conflict. As he matures, he becomes calm and dependable the emotional pillar of the family. His optimism never disappears. Instead, it becomes quiet confidence.

Fighting Style

Unlike his brother's speed... Zoltán simply refuses to move. He plants his feet. Endures everything.Then ends battles with one devastating swing. He serves as the guild's shield.

Bloodline Gifts

His vampire ancestry manifested differently.

Rather than speed...

he inherited monstrous physical power.

• Incredible strength
• Extreme durability
• Enhanced healing
• High endurance
• Superhuman resilience

Many knights joke that trying to knock him over is like trying to knock over a castle.

3. Győző Várhegyi

"Grandfather" 

"Great Grandfather"

(Győző is a Hungarian name meaning "Victor" or "Victorious.")

Actual Age: Unknown

Appearance: about 25 years old

Race:
Ancient Vampire

Thousands of years ago... Győző committed what vampires considered impossible. He fell in love with a human woman. Against every law of nature... they conceived a child. The child became one of Elyria's first recorded dhampirs. Every generation afterward married humans. The vampire blood weakened... yet never disappeared. That diluted blood still flows through House Várhegyi.

Personality

Calm. Patient. Wise. He almost never raises his voice. He rarely gives orders. Instead... he quietly nudges his descendants toward becoming better people. The brothers simply call him:

Grandfather.

Abilities

An Ancient Vampire possesses abilities far beyond modern vampires.

• immense strength
• impossible speed
• regeneration
• immortality
• supernatural senses
• hypnosis
• mist transformation

Dominion of Darkness

His signature ability.

Győző can create and manipulate living darkness.

It usually appears as enormous swarms of black bats.

The bats can:

• blind enemies
• tear apart monsters
• become shields
• spy across battlefields
• merge back into shadows

He may also forge darkness into:

• weapons
• tendrils
• barriers
• wings
• prisons

Night itself answers him.

The Blood Coffin

During travel... Győző sleeps within an elegant black coffin engraved with ancient dragon motifs and silver runes. It protects him from sunlight and accelerates his regeneration. Only members of House Várhegyi may open it.

4. Őrök

Designation: Guardian-Class Arcane Automaton

Nickname: Uncle Őrök

(Őrök derives from the Hungarian word for "guardian" or "eternal watch.")

Race:
Ancient War Machine

Age:
Older than recorded history.

Before the First Age... the world ended. Civilizations vanished. Only fragments of their impossible technology remain. Ōrök is one of those relics. Originally forged as a battlefield siege automaton, he survived the apocalypse. At some forgotten point, Győző reawakened him using ancient magic fused with the machine's dormant core. Since then, he has served House Várhegyi not as a weapon, but as its steadfast guardian.

Personality

Despite standing over three meters tall, Őrök is remarkably gentle with the brothers. He straightens their collars. Carries supplies. Cooks surprisingly well. Reminds them to eat and rest. If they are injured, he patiently tends their wounds before repairing his own battered armor. To outsiders he is a terrifying relic. To the brothers... he is simply family.

Combat Capabilities

His brass-and-steel frame is powered by a forgotten arcane engine that slowly repairs damaged components over time.

Abilities include:

• Titanic physical strength
• Near-impenetrable armor
• Self-repair through ancient rune-magic
• Arcane shockwaves from reinforced gauntlets
• Built-in defensive wards against curses and magic
• Unshakable endurance

When battle begins, Őrök also carries Győző's coffin directly into the heart of the battlefield. If the situation demands it, the coffin opens, and the ancient vampire emerges into a storm of living darkness while the automaton stands as his immovable shield.

Guild Dynamics

• Bálint is the blade, striking with blinding speed and precision.
• Zoltán is the shield, holding the line through unmatched strength and resilience.
• Győző is the ancient strategist, overwhelming foes with vampiric power and command over darkness.
• Őrök is the guardian, an indomitable relic whose unwavering loyalty binds the family together.

Across Elyria, people whisper that when a silent steel giant carrying a black coffin appears on the road, accompanied by two blond nobles, disaster is already near and salvation may be walking with it.

The Verdant Vanguard

 The Verdant Vanguard

Kasareth

 

THE GRAVE HOUNDS

 

 Team 3  The Grave Hounds

A classified Iron Reign extermination unit deployed only during catastrophic threats. They are feared even among Steelborn divisions for their brutal efficiency and overwhelming firepower. To outsiders, they look like monsters in black armor marching through smoke and blood.

But beneath the terrifying reputation, the Grave Hounds are deeply loyal to one another  more like brothers than soldiers.

When the Iron Reign needs a battlefield erased completely, they send the Grave Hounds.

1. Commander Cassian Dray  “Black Vulture”

Role:

Steelborn Commander

Appearance:

A massive broad-shouldered Steelborn standing nearly seven feet tall. Cassian has slicked-back dark hair streaked with gray, cold steel-blue eyes, and a heavily scarred face that makes him look permanently intimidating. His black officer armor is layered with crimson steel plating and covered in old battle damage. A torn military coat hangs behind him like a cape.

Even standing still, he feels dangerous.

Personality:

Cold, disciplined, and terrifying in battle. Cassian believes hesitation gets people killed and expects absolute focus from his squad. Despite his harshness, he quietly protects both civilians and his own soldiers with fierce loyalty.

He rarely praises anyone directly, but the Grave Hounds know he would die for them without hesitation.

Combat Style:

Uses a massive automatic shotgun and reinforced combat gauntlets capable of crushing armor with raw strength.

2. Rowan Vex  “Splitshot”

Role:

Steelborn Clone Operative

Appearance:

Lean and athletic compared to the other heavily muscular Steelborn, though still visibly powerful. Rowan has messy brown hair, sharp amber eyes, and lightweight black tactical armor designed for speed and mobility. Usually overloaded with pistols, rifles, ammunition belts, and combat knives.

He always looks slightly amused.

Personality:

Cocky, sarcastic, loud, and constantly joking during combat. Rowan hides his dangerous intelligence behind humor and acts like nothing bothers him.

In reality, he deeply cares about civilians and his squadmates.

Ability  Infinite Multiplication:

Rowan can duplicate himself endlessly, instinctively multiplying in groups of four. Every clone is fully armed, intelligent, and combat capable.

One Rowan is dangerous.

An army of Rowans becomes a war crime.

Combat Style:

Overwhelms enemies through relentless gunfire, flanking tactics, and sheer impossible numbers.

3. Varka Holt  “War Mammoth”

Role:

Steelborn Heavy Assault

Appearance:

An absolute giant of a man with a bald head, massive beard, heavily scarred skin, and muscles thick enough to make power armor look small. His heavy black armor is reinforced with tank plating and covered in ammunition belts.

Looks more like a moving fortress than a human.

Personality:

Surprisingly gentle outside combat. Loves cooking, terrible jokes, and protecting weaker people. During battle, however, he becomes terrifyingly aggressive.

Combat Style:

Carries an oversized rotary cannon and simply walks through enemy fire while laughing.

4. Serik Vale  “Bloodwire”

Role:

Steelborn Shock Specialist

Appearance:

Tall and heavily muscular with black hair shaved short on the sides and glowing red cybernetic cables running across his arms, chest, and neck. His black armor constantly emits faint sparks of electricity.

His glowing crimson eyes make him look almost inhuman in darkness.

Personality:

Quiet, observant, emotionally restrained. Rarely speaks unless necessary. Appears cold to strangers, but the team knows he is deeply protective underneath.

Combat Style:

Uses electrified chain-blades, magnetic pulse weapons, and brutal close-quarters combat.

5. Gideon Rhys  “Rook”

Role:

Steelborn Breacher

Appearance:

Broad, heavily muscular frame with dark skin, shaved head, and a glowing red visor permanently covering both eyes. His armor is layered with explosive-resistant riot plating and giant reinforced shoulder guards.

Built like a human battering ram.

Personality:

Calm, disciplined, dependable. Functions like the older brother of the team and often keeps everyone focused during missions.

Combat Style:

Uses oversized combat hammers, breaching charges, and riot-shield tactics to smash through enemy defenses.

6. Dex Mercer  “Deadline”

Role:

Heavy Metal Sniper / Drone Controller

Appearance:

Tall, athletic, and less bulky than the Steelborn, though still muscular. Wears a long black tactical coat lined with ammunition feeds and drone systems. Tactical goggles permanently cover his eyes.

Usually surrounded by hovering recon drones.

Personality:

Dry humor, highly intelligent, constantly irritated by everyone around him. Secretly enjoys the team’s chaos more than he admits.

Combat Style:

Controls swarms of combat drones while delivering impossible sniper shots from extreme distances.

7. Hector Grimm “Iron Saint”

Role:

Heavy Metal Weapons Engineer

Appearance:

Broad muscular engineer with bronze skin, short dark hair, cybernetic forearms, and a giant mechanical backpack loaded with experimental weapons systems. Usually covered in grease, cables, and scorch marks.

Looks like someone welded a scientist into a tank.

Personality:

Loud, fearless, chaotic, and obsessed with building stronger weapons. Gets genuinely excited during explosions.

Combat Style:

Deploys railguns, portable artillery systems, automated turrets, and prototype anti-demon weaponry.

8. Milo Vale  “Pilgrim”

Role:

Unknown Operative

Appearance:

The only member who looks almost normal.

Lean build.

Late 20s.

Messy brown hair falling around tired gray eyes.

Light stubble across his jaw.

Usually wears a weathered military coat over lightweight combat gear with almost no visible armor.

Looks more like a traveler than a soldier.

Yet despite his appearance, even Steelborn instinctively respect him.

Personality:

Quiet, intelligent, and deeply empathetic. Often patches up wounded civilians and exhausted squadmates after missions. Dislikes unnecessary violence and avoids killing whenever possible.

Strange Details:

Never talks about his past.

Never panics during combat.

High Command gave him unrestricted military clearance.

Even Commander Cassian treats him carefully.

The Mystery:

Nobody understands why someone like Milo belongs with monsters like the Grave Hounds.

Which probably means he’s more dangerous than all of them.

9. Noctis Veil  “Wraith”

Role:

Steelborn Execution Operative

Appearance:

A towering muscular figure completely hidden beneath black stealth armor and tactical wrappings. His face is permanently concealed behind a smooth black mask with faint glowing red eye lenses.

Despite his massive size, he moves with impossible silence.

Like a shadow wearing power armor.

Personality:

Silent.

Emotionless.

Perfectly disciplined.

Most team members have never heard him speak more than a few words.

Combat Style:

Hand-to-hand combat monster capable of killing augmented enemies barehanded. Uses black combat blades, grappling wires, and overwhelming physical strength.

Reputation:

Enemies usually never realize Wraith is present until bodies start falling apart around them.

Even other Steelborn find him unsettling.

Classified Truth:

Noctis Veil does not officially exist within Iron Reign records.

Nobody knows what he was before becoming Wraith.

And nobody is brave enough to ask.