Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Novus Imperium Caeruleum

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"My son. There is something I must tell you, something I have tried all my long years to teach you and your siblings. Something I view as an irrefutable truth. An inevitable truth. Lutetia will belong to this family. It is our destiny to sit atop a pile of plundered riches and tortured souls. They may beat us, bury us, forget us, and finally, kill us, but we will never leave. We are as guaranteed as winter, and nothing short of our complete annihilation will ever stop us for long. And despite what happened tonight, I am still supremely confident in our unrelenting might, our superior cunning. None will be able to stand against the blizzard we will unleash in retaliation for this night. Do not return to this house, to my presence, until your brother has been properly avenged. And remember this lesson well, my third born son. This is the response I expect you to forever give to those who cross the Cear!"
~ Nito addressing Nox before dawn, on the night Titus slept eternal...

The Ceaseless Winter has been reborn. The nightmare that Lutetia thought they were free from has risen from its long cold ashes with a fury unseen and long forgotten. Nox Gelida Caeruleum, once thirdboy of his ancestral house, has risen to the rank of Patriarch, and has established the Novus Imperium, and more importantly, the Neo Caeruleum. For now, it is a ragtag group of misfits and outcasts, but quick does it gather foul momentum. The city has already begun to notice. Numerous missing persons cases, public slaughters, entire households laid beneath the dirt in literal scraps, and countless other atrocities continue to occur as this new threat continues to expand its might, working towards four goals that should never see completion:


First, the complete and utter destruction of the Evêquec faith. They must pay for putting his father, his siblings, his children, to the flame and sword. They took everything away from the All-Father of the New Empire, and for this gravest of transgressions, their punishment will be the most cruel. Every stone will be torn down and every fool who carries the Wick in their heart will be ground to bloody pieces and glue, and both of these combined will be used to build a proper stronghold, a Hiems Arcem. It is here the Patriarch will sit in his throne. It is here he will use their women as brood slaves and harem whores. It is here that the high ranking members of the Caer reborn will sip sanguine wine from skulls of proselytes, clerics, paladins, bishops, and Popes alike. They will be shown that the Light has gone out, and all that lies before them is darkness unending. In the minds of those involved with the Novus, the Church's days are not only numbered, but rapidly approaching their end.


Secondly is the enslavement of the common folk, the humans who walk the streets and avoid the shadows. Before the Caer, they are fit for nothing else beyond being cattle, haremites, servants, and entertainment. They do not sit atop the food chain, therefor, they are lesser beings, and should not be left to their own decisions and devices. A strong, firm, ravenous hand must guild them towards their true fate. This enslavement will be both obvious and subtle, for while the collars are all but visible, it will be at the hands of their own kind, puppets and turncoats, for the Caer can not be bothered with such trivial matters. These highly ranked and valued humans will be given the ruins and wealth of the old upper crust, given lofty positions of power in return for their services against their own kind. However, as long as the result is an endless supply of fear, food, and domination, then all is well, and no human is safe from the yoke.


Next comes more revenge, for the Neo Caer loath one faction almost as much as they do the Monastic Order, and these feelings are all directed towards members of their own kind. Fellow vampires who sided against the Old Empire during the Skirmishes out of some misguided sense of tradition. In truth, they were cowards. Betrayers. Weak minded and weak willed nosferatu who turned on the Nito and his ilk, rather than come forth and openly support him. There is no hell worse than the one the Novus Imperium intends to deliver upon these...creatures, for no beings so afraid of change and so devoid of honor deserve to be call Kindred. They will be dragged before the public eye and the intolerable sun alike before their Final Deaths are handed out for all to witness.


Last, and most importantly, is the restoration of the Caeruleum household. Breed, expand, multiply, and grow, all of these are irresistible compulsions felt by both the nobility, the Turned, and the Spawned. A simple goal where the only obstacle is time, and when your life is eternal, time is a pitiful enemy to behold.


These are the overarching desires of the Master, and thus, the desires of those who serve him, willingly or not. The defenders and champions of Lutetia must soon gather their strength and put aside their old hatreds once more, or nothing will be able to stop the freezing tide of death that threatens to once again overtake Lutetia.

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Unique Tools and Equipment:

While the horded wealth of the Old Empire is more than enough for the Neo Caer to afford almost anything they require from traditional sources, there are two unique resources only the Imperium posses in ready, easily explicable supply:


The Spawn of Caer

These foul, misshapen creatures are the unfortunate results of a Caer's feeding habits, left somewhere between life and death, though not quite either. Hideous things that at first glance appear to be feral, unintelligent, impressively dull creatures who will slash and bite at anything that gets too close. In reality, they retain much of their cunning from before their fate, and all of their memories as well. But these are corrupted, twisted, all instances of love, loyalty, adoration, and worship transformed into a sickening facade where they believe only the Master is capable of inspiring such thoughts and feelings, regardless of who created in the first place. This is important, for both Noble and Common Caer can turn their victims into these unabashed abominations.

In terms of their effectiveness in combat, much like before, they will deceive some one of first glance. Despite their gangled, malnourished bodies, they have surprising strength, comparable to just above the human average, and they are intelligent enough to understand simple commands and tactics. They can even communicate through guttural growls, hisses, screeches, and rather simplistic body language, though they cannot speak themselves. The most dangerous aspects of these disgusting beings is two fold however, for not only are the extraordinarily nimble and dexterous, but they are trainable as well, capable of learning rudimentary melee combat if they're the average Spawn. On occasion, there have been Spawn capable of using fire arms, and sometimes, even basic, if broken, speech. The transformation itself varies from person to person, though the weaker the will and the more fear the victim feels before death determines just how horrible the mutation can be.


The Ichor of Caer

This oily liquid as black as night is the literal blood that flows through the veins of each and every Trueborn Caeruleum, be they from the Old Empire, or the New. Its properties corrupt those who live and yet still decide to partake of it, steadily eroding their moral compass after prolonged abuse. Its smell is like that of sweet tar, and its so cold it burns the tongue and throat, and yet still, there is something so disturbingly alluring about it. Perhaps its because it can heal the injured. Perhaps because it can cure the sick. Maybe its because, for healthy mortals free of wounds or maladies, it produces the same chemical reactions that methylenedioxymethamphetamine might. Or maybe, because deep down, mortals know the power this fel blood can bring. Long term users might find their senses have become more focused, their muscles more evenly toned, their reflexes and reactions coming faster and faster where before they would've seemed sluggish by comparison. Perhaps it is the pheromone it exudes to the opposite sex, promising pleasure and release. For mortals, it is a magical steroid in short, one that vitalizes the body, while weakening the soul so subtly, most don't notice until their to the point they would no longer care...


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The Novus Imperium has no real caste system, other than the Patriarch sits at the top, and the Spawn sit at the bottom. All other members find their place on the ladder in time, or are given their position by their Lord based on their actions.

The current members are as follows:

Nox Gildea Caeruleum
Aurelie LaCroix
Harik Jayie
Jamie (insert last name later)
Nathan (insert last name later)
Zanzibar the Demoness
Alek (insert last name later)
Noemi (insert last name later)
Elisabeth (insert last name later)

There is one other member, but they are hidden, far away from Lutetia for their own safety, as they are currently pregnant with Nox's unborn twins. They may return, eventually, but for now they are safe.
 
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