Culling the Flock

A few weeks had gone by since Draig's success in raiding the Valley of it's weapons as well as his attack and enslavement of the Spliced faction, during this time he had those who he had enslaved finish fixing up his Dorm which he had now claimed as his own personal estate.

'It seems it is time for them to begin their next line of work' chuckled Draig as he sipped his tea.

The Feratu during this time had found a nice balance between his old ways and the life he wanted to live, he recognized that his cruelty would save him more than it would damn him and thus he decided he would see to it that this ridiculous faction that he hadn't started was disbanded while receiving the greatest benefit from it.