Trent

Red Demon threw the weasel Trent against the wall as the bags of gold fell upon the ground creating a cacophony of ringing coins. "Take whatever you want just please leave me be!" He shouted he unsheathed a knife and extended it out. "I'll gut you!" He swiped at Red Demon who easily dodged and swiped his leg across his feet causing him to fall to the ground. He hit the ground with his face and passed out. Red Demon sighed in annoyance. "How bothersome now I have to touch this piss covered fool" he then made a chain with his forge ability wrapped it around Trent. Dragging him from the room toward his companions. 

Smiling was cutting pieces off the pig and eating it. He smiled, "Damn that is good pork!" He took another piece and ate it. Brick was eating some along with Sun Demon washing it down with ale. Red Demon entered dragging a plump man into the room. He kicked him across the ground which seemed to wake Trent up in a panic. Blood flowed from his head and he coughed up some from the kick. Red Demon approached the pig and sliced off a big chunk. He then left the room, "Watch him I'm going to go look through some stuff see if I can't find anything before we interrogate him" he left the three who didn't seem bothered. They kept eating and drinking. Brick then leered at Trent, "So who might he be?" He watched Trent struggle to break from his chi made chains. But it was now used. He sank to his side and just lied there. 

He then started to cry, "I never should have stayed and begged to be leader! I was wrong!" He cried to himself and seemed like a miserable person. Brick was disgusted as he took a long drink of ale staring at the man. "Fucking crying? Really? Aren't you part of this murderous gang and you're crying?" He asked with annoyance. Trent looked at him with wide eyes, "I only joined them to make money and have a reputation of fear around me. It was so no one saw me as weak!" He professed. "And you justify that with murdering innocent people and stealing from me all they own?" Trent looked away and sat up laying against the wall. "Doesn't matter anymore. When the Captain comes he will kill me with you. He was worse than anyone here had to be. I tried to be like him and the Second. But I wasn't strong enough to keep them from going raiding while he was away" he began to cry again. "Stop crying!" Brick yelled. Smiling chuckled as he took a mouth full of pork. 

Sun stared at the man, "How powerful is your captain?" She asked curiously. "Rank Five!" He shouted. Smiling turned and glared at the man, "Your ruining my dinner with your shouted. Keep it down!" His eyes were glowing blue as he stared daggers into Trent's soul. 

He went back to eating and drained a goblet of ale. He burped and got more ale from a spigot of a barrel. "Also it looked like interrogation wasn't needed" he threw a bone into the fire after picking the meat off. "How so?" Brick asked. "He's eager to confess all wrongdoings; it won't take much prodding. He is a bloody coward who seeks self preservation" Sun stood up and put a piece of pork on a plate. She walked over to Trent and stood over him. He looked up at her and smiled "Thank you for your kindness" he then opened his mouth and hesitated and picked up the piece of meat. He then tried swiping his legs at her to knock her off balance. But she was faster than him. 

She slammed her food down on his legs, pinning them and then back handed him across the face. "Fine then starve. Creep" she then turned to walk back to the fire. Smiling chuckled to himself, "Self preservation like I said" he took another bite of pork. 

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Red Demon walked around the room he found Trent in finding a maps of the surrounding desert along with the capital of the War Realm; Dread City. He could see a circular city with a large arena in the center. Not far the main palace could overlook from a long balcony at the arena. Half the city was sectioned off by brigades and labeled by each occupant. He could see nine in total; Battle Dragons, War Dogs, Splitters, Hellhounds, Snake Bite, Battle Rhinos, Gunpowder, Blood Sword, and the Amazons. He could see writing on the side of the margins. Seemed to be notes or thoughts jotted down. "Blood Sword is looking to break off from the king. War Dogs can't be trusted. Battle Rhinos and Dragons are kin. The women from Amazons will not bend. War King and their commander are sleeping together. Gunpowder and Splitters are fanatics. Hellhounds are loyal to no one unless it's the right price.." he read this and then rolled up the map. He put it into his belt. He then sucked in all the gold bags and would give some of these to Brick later. 

He looked around and found a box with a magic circle. He opened it and found two spells of Bedlam origin. "Chaos Weaving and Red Dwarf" he then looked through the inscriptions of the spells. "Chaos threads; used for offense and defense. Thin strings of Bedlam rich chi, but can be hard as steel" he looked at the Red Dwarf, "A kin to the Black Hole spell. This is more destructive and wild. Not a spell to use lightly and a hard spell to control" he tucked them away in his belt along with the box. 

He looked through more papers and found a journal written by "Captain James Brigham" he opened the book. First ten pages were a roster list of Murder Train. And as he scanned he landed on Trent's name. The list was gridded and above each column was indicated. Page number for each member. "Hmm" he thought. He found that Trent was page one hundred ten. The corners of the pages were numbered he flipped through the pages till he landed on Trent's page he scanned the words and found that the page was black mail information to control his men. Each page dedicated to information upon his very crew. Trent lived a life of depravity convicted of rape, theft, murder, and property damage. He wasn't a good person and seemed like none in this crew were. But the leader could possibly be worse to control these men. He also saw that Trent was only tolerated to get a grace with his older brother. Trent was merely a favor to someone. 'Doesn't say who his brother is? I take it Captain didn't want to implicate the brother if this journal was taken?' He closed the book and then headed to his team. They were all sitting around drinking and staring at the fire in silence. He walked past them and stood over Trent.

 "Something has been bothering me since stumbling upon you? How's a sniveling worm like you who is clearly a coward gain a leadership role? Answer was nepotism. So my next question is who is your brother that is so important to this captain that he is mentioned only as your kin and not by name?" Trent scowled. "You think I'll divulge the name of my brother! Please! I have some principles!" He shouted. He was then slapped across the face by the book. "I won't.." before he protested again he was struck by the book. This kept happening till he couldn't lift his head anymore. Blood poured from his mouth and his right side swollen up. His face was bruised and one eye closed. "Please…" Trent mumbled. "Have you seen reason or should I continue?" Red Demon asked, holding the book firm in his grasp.

Trent slowly nodded, "My brother…even if I tell you his name you won't be able to stop him. He is a threat to most in the Dread City" Red Demon knelt down reaching eye level with Trent. "What's his name?" Trent sighed and spit blood. "He's the leader of the Blood Sword; Wallace the Crimson Hand" Trent confessed. Red Demon straightened up and now he put it together in his mind. Blood Sword wish to defect and the Murder Train was their way out. He then with a flash swiped his hand across the air as a wind blade cut Trent's throat.