Scarlet Centurion | Penitent Crusade

LORE & BACKGROUND

Standing nigh-twice the height of a man and sealed in brutalist steel plate, the Scarlet Centurions are figures of silent dread. Their helms bear the sculpted visages of skulls, blank-eyed and eternal, while their chestplates blaze with the radiant sigil of the new Azerian dawn. In each hand they wield a massive weapon, blades, axes, or hammers forged not for the duel, but for annihilation.

They do not speak. They do not flinch. They stand motionless for hours, even days, posted as still guardians beside high-ranking clergy, as if no living soul resided within the towering suit. When they move, it is with terrifying force, deliberate, unstoppable, and devoid of any hesitation.

The truth of the Scarlet Centurion is a secret buried beneath sanctified steel and Church denial. Their bodies are saturated with the same alchemic corruption used to create the Bulwarks, but pushed beyond all limits. What little mind they had is long gone, erased by chemical zeal and arcane fire, leaving behind only a killing engine in the shape of faith. They are not men. They are vestiges of obedience, shaped by wrath and entombed in silence.
Where one walks, no foe of the Church may endure.

Scarlet Centurion | Penitent Crusade

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