Requiem Shard

“Where is the orb?” The thought was generally persistent and invasive, but now, encased in her nightmare, the orb offered her comfort. The nausea surged as she opened her eyes. The darkness was absolute and she had to blink a few times to be sure her eyes were really open. A moment ago she had been ...

“You coddle her, Mama,” the young woman griped at her mother. “You are cruel to her, Joon. Riah’s only little and she’s your child,” the older woman scolded. “She’s no child of mine. She ruined my life.” **** The painful familiarity of longing and rejection playing out repeatedly in the never-endin...

Her dirty face was streaked with tears, her nose running with blood-stained mucus, but her expression was defiant as she entered her family home. “Now what?” Her mother snapped in her usual impatient tone. “She’s hurt, Joon,” her grandmother said more softly. She turned to the small child then, arms...

The snow crunched beneath her feet as she picked her way between the market stalls. She shivered in the cold, wrapping her cloak a little tighter, now missing the warmth of Mateo and his coat. Until this moment they had stood together in a place between two warring factions that they had carved out ...

The setting sun bathed the room in golden light as she looked critically at her reflection in the mirror. Maybe it was the remnants of her upbringing that made her feel ugly or maybe the armor really was as ugly as she thought. Sometimes it was hard to separate herself from her past but Mateo was co...

The streets were empty, the taverns were empty, the whole damn fort was empty. Again. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in a window, noting the shirt that had once belonged to the dead man. Maybe it had been callous of her to take it but now she wore it like a badge. The disappointments were st...

The sunlight filtered in through the bare windows looking out over the western wall of Fort Praesidium. Not for the first time, she was glad for the gentle introduction to the day. She stretched languidly under the loose covers and reached a hand instinctively to the other side of the bed, her eyes ...

* a dark woman, features obscured by a hijab, prowling through Old Town alone after dark finds the note and takes it down, reading it carefully. She turns the note over and writes on the other side then pins it up in the same location * Brogan, Meet me for a drink. Our usual time. ~ Riah (( PM sent...

PLAYER QUESTIONS: Do you have any prior experience with Requiem? If so, please detail when (and what characters, if desired) you previously played? Limited experience but this is a subsequent character app. How did you hear about Requiem? Through word of mouth in a gaming community I belong to. CHAR...