The Order House was a prime target for the Creed. Not only was it a building that enclosed real soldiers for the people to turn to in times of need, but it was also a symbol - a symbol of hope and honour and grace. One that was defined by character and dignity instead of being loyal to the crown of Taengea - they were loyal to people of the country. They were the heroes of Taengea.

And the Creed had their own score to settle with them.

Over fifty years ago the Creed had been thwarted. Their mission hindered and their numbers severely decimated. Among their number to have fallen was their leader - their Shade. The man and message they vowed their lives to when they came of age in the cult of the Creed. Now, the Order would pay.

Letting fly flaming arrows into each window of the Order House, the Creed members chased the nearby civilians into a terrorised stampeded before two of the brethren fan forward with a pale and brush.

Within the wooden bucket, in a deep and grim colour of maroon was blood they had been told was that of the late crown prince.

But what was left of Prince Zacharias of Mikaelidas, the Drowned Ones took brushes in hand and quickly painted their message over and over, on the walls of the Order House, while its members were away at the stadium trying to control the chaos.

After grabbing enough of the Vasiliadon citizens and spreading the story of the blood's origins to enough frightened faces, the Creed left their missive dripping down the walls of a building dedicated to honour and selflessness.

Their message was one word... repeated over and over.

TRAITORS.