Requiem Shard

Notes seen posted throughout Fort Praesidium. The font looks shaky and rushed. Or perhaps under much turmoil. Forgive me your unworthy servant Father Otis. Please come and incline thee hearts and ears as we pay final respects to those departed. Let them be cleansed by the Flame in their final journ...

The Guards and Fort Citizens gossip and cry at the scene they just witnessed. [/i] From the rugged expanse of the frontier, where the winds whispered tales of old and the sky stretched wide and boundless, the gates of Fort Praesidium approach the horizon, a bastion of strength and resilience agains...

"Scattered throughout the Province tattered tear-stained letters are left as invitation for all. Incline thy compassion upon your unworthy Father Otis. I cry unto thee my flock and beloved children. The live of Abbess Lysandre has been taken by the passions of the flesh. I know of tales of ole...

I like the idea of faction specific benefits to motivate people to play around. Personally I would like seeing more depth perhaps as Requiem has a lot to offer. So example resources of different types. 1) Crop-Food 2) Crop-Tailoring 3)Crop-Alchemy/Brewing 3) Animal-Meat/Hides The density and such wo...

A tatter note is found posted about assorted bulletin boards across Fort Praesidium May the Eight guide you, the Lord Protect and Preserve you. Please hear the humble pleas all who find these words. I counsel many that walk this fortress and beyond. I fear a great illness is feasting upon the flock...

Found Nailed To The Locked Doors of Administrative Building Humbly I request council with those that govern this forsaken Fort Praesidium. The walls of our humble fort clamor with crime and heresy. Illness and infection seems to be coming striking the innocent and faithful. We have guards with litt...

Sitting upon his worn stool deep in prayer and thought. Hieromonk Otis writes a flier for the congregation. I humbly request all whom find these words to come and hold service within our church. We shall hold a Service of Souls for all those lost recently and long ago. Let us remember them and may ...

*From A Worn Wooden Stool Deep Within The Cathedral Walls A Lumbering Red Monk Scribbles Upon Paper Mumbling Prayers To Himself* Do we truly sit upon the forsaken frontier of our time? It seems all hope fades as the lanterns light blows in the breeze. I've seen new souls come and go from this fort ...

Limping from the Hospital Otis emerges with flyers in hand. Making post on every known board around the Fort. He limps on his way whispering prayers. Brothers and Sisters humbly I plead unto thee to join me at church for sermon and prayer. After recovering from grave injuries and long suffering. I ...

Chatter and disgust fill those mouths of town guard and citizens that bared witness to the gruesome scene, As darkness set upon the Fort through the glimpse of the lights a monk in all blacks flopped with the horse's movement riding into town. Blood and puke dripping from his robes soaking the hors...