The Alchemist and Vigilance where in a rough shape. While torturing the one Borlander they caught had given them high spirit, he was well out of the loop and low level loyalist harder for Kyle Barren than his Ex Wife probably ever was.
They hit a wall, and Straussenhof bothered more often than not with the lack of progress. Morland was a no recruit and intel zone, they joined up with their military right away if they hated the borlanders, and info was just as much unobtainable. Why trust a group of brutal murder fetishists instead of an army that’s rather capable of covert murders themselves.
It seemed to Rudolph that maybe Redfern had faked the Death of Barrens kid, probably better for the short stick. Didn’t seem out of Character either, considering the man had more aces up his sleeve then there were cards in the games he played.
In the End, it was a night over their own mountain retreat in Uburzis that it hit him. There was a back entrance they could use to get to the Borlanders.
Rudolph had done some work in vaguzia for a couple of months. Get in contact with survivor groups, or groups of people who lost their beloved due to the borlanders. Fish out the angry ones, the frustrated ones. Separate them, bring them together carefully. The probe them with what vigilance did. It had turned off quite more than he had hoped, but he had a solid number of individuals who talked more and more about it.
And now, it was time to recruit them into the fold.
The abandoned Fish Caning Factory on Vaguzias norther shores seemed perfect. Remote enough, and out of direct sight until you knew where to look. They had invited the people in for an anger management course, paid for by what they believed was a church funded relief effort. Considering the amount of many christians wasted on the likes of heyra, it wasn’t hard to make the story seem plausible.
The Doors had been closed behind the candidates, and the lights turned off.
Drippings from below them rattled, as a single light shined upon Rudolph, dressed up as the alchemist:
“Welcome to Vigilance. Your training starts here.”
Personally he wanted a little myth about the group, the Idea was copied from some of the Ex Mercs in their Ranks. With a rattle and splash, a metal grate gave way under the recruits, dropping the Vaguzians in a vat used to store the fish originally. The slushy liquid inside was a sickening mud, and the goal lit by candlelight on the rear end.
The Alchemist was watching, judging with eagle sharp eyes.
