The Chirôn
They don't give a fuck about you.
Secretive, covert and subversive, The Chirôn is a group of well connected nobles within the upper echelons of The City of the Lights' wealthy elite. There are twelve members at any one time, although there are many associates who vie for the position of 'member' competitively, and this carries over into the realm of homicide as well. Killing the member standing in one's way is not an unknown tactic amongst the circle of associates.
Fancying themselves above others in every way, they see most people as nothing but an opportunity. The lives and desires of peasants and hoi-polloi are of no consequence to these nefarious individuals. They are too wealthy to desire things that most people would see as even desirable. Wearas wealth and property may sway most people, these creatures play games with peoples' lives on a whim. They will wager ridiculous things, over insufferably minor actions. They take delight in actively causing misery and sorrow that they can observe and relish from afar. They meet regularly at a little castle engulfed by a thorny briarwood centered within the borders of Ravenbrooke county. Living and staying there much of their lives, they travel hence and thence via teleportation portal and other secretive and arcane means. These are the super predators of the region, and all but the Count himself are completely anonymous. This knowledge keeps most of the populace pliant and malleable. Those few souls lucky enough to be born with what the Parapsychology Department at that world renowned bulwark of academia, The Bardic College Campus, would call 'oppositional defiance disorder', boldly gather together in small, secretive clubs and hold meetings, incapable of being cowed into resistance. They drink, and dream of being freed men and women. None of them can ever be 100% certain they do not have a Chirôn associate within their number; a tactic the enclave uses to its full advantage to help keep the population nice and terrified.
Fancying themselves above others in every way, they see most people as nothing but an opportunity. The lives and desires of peasants and hoi-polloi are of no consequence to these nefarious individuals. They are too wealthy to desire things that most people would see as even desirable. Wearas wealth and property may sway most people, these creatures play games with peoples' lives on a whim. They will wager ridiculous things, over insufferably minor actions. They take delight in actively causing misery and sorrow that they can observe and relish from afar. They meet regularly at a little castle engulfed by a thorny briarwood centered within the borders of Ravenbrooke county. Living and staying there much of their lives, they travel hence and thence via teleportation portal and other secretive and arcane means. These are the super predators of the region, and all but the Count himself are completely anonymous. This knowledge keeps most of the populace pliant and malleable. Those few souls lucky enough to be born with what the Parapsychology Department at that world renowned bulwark of academia, The Bardic College Campus, would call 'oppositional defiance disorder', boldly gather together in small, secretive clubs and hold meetings, incapable of being cowed into resistance. They drink, and dream of being freed men and women. None of them can ever be 100% certain they do not have a Chirôn associate within their number; a tactic the enclave uses to its full advantage to help keep the population nice and terrified.
Demography and Population
There are twelve members, and hundreds of associates.
Territories
Anywhere they wish to stick their little maggot fingers.
Military
Hired swords and other types of mercenaries. They pay very well for their utmost loyalty.
Technological Level
The masks they wear while meeting together were made by Lady Chatterley; yes, the Lady Chatterley! These masks mold brilliantly to the face, and can even express emotions and proper mouoth movements while speaking.
Religion
Using bizarre rituals that are really parodies of other religions' sacred rites and readings, the Chirôn engages in ritualistic torture, psychological and otherwise, on children in order to extract Adrenochrome at the moment of their death. They say it is the headiest of balms for a truly evil soul.
Foreign Relations
A prime example of their foreign policy would be as follows:
"Hmmm, I wonder what they have? How easily can I take it?"
Agriculture & Industry
These things are too...blasé. Weapons trading and war profiteering are where it's at, junior!
Trade & Transport
They trade in secrets, scandal, and pain.
Education
They are all of the Noble class, or at least wealthy enough to have just as much power and just as many contacts. This assumes a certain level of education unattainable by any but the most dedicated of peasant families.
Infrastructure
They have an enclave meeting spot inside Brerwud Castle.
Mythology & Lore
The Chirôn actively foments disinformation and conflicting mythos about itself, having the money to do such things quite easily.
Divine Origins
Count Rolfe Rodrigo Schartenheiney the IV started it as a club when he was a child, and it has grown into a sinister powerhouse of pain and depravity.
Cosmological Views
The world, and everything in it, was ultimately created for the benefit of the Chirôn, alone.
Tenets of Faith
Gain, take, seize, and hold. Force is the only true power. Never give anything away for free.
Ethics
They are truly predators, but they do not consume each other, by pact. If one were expelled, however, that person and all of their wealth would be assimilated into the Chirôn.
Worship
They perform parodies and perversions of the sacred rites of other faiths, often including vile acts of a depraved and lustful nature.
Priesthood
They all fancy themselves priests when it suits them. Some of their 'rituals' involve them invoking unholy names and performing vile acts of depravity upon others.
Political Influence & Intrigue
It is they who ostensibly rule the lands of the county of Ravenbrooke, using fear, intimidation, and cruelty as their weapons to keep the populace in line, and producing wealth for them. They use that wealth in many ways, both subtle and overt, to shield them and their identities from the population.
Nem de gelt
Type
Secret, Occult
Alternative Names
The Cult, the
Head of State
Government System
Despotism
Currency
Copper, silver, electrum, gold, and platinum; measured in Stilton Ouncees.
Major Exports
They sell access to all manner of depravity and vile desire.
Major Imports
They often bring in medical experts (forcibly) to keep their victims alive for as long as possible.
Legislative Body
The 'Members'.
Judicial Body
The 'Members'.
Executive Body
The 'Members'.
Official State Religion
Deities
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