The Cathedral City
Emmaus · The Woodland
An old bishopric whose chapels were stripped first. Faith and steel. Its priests were hanged along the road.
Paladin · Cleric · Knight
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Open world · Soulslike · Dark fantasy
The chapels are stripped. The priests are hanged. The dead will not stay down.
The relics are leaving the reliquaries, one at a time.
The army has stopped asking where they go.

The World
Plague walks the woodland camps. The princes have sworn on the relics. On the white ground, the riders came at dawn.
Cross a continent of burned streets, quarantine ditches, towered jungle cities and desert ruins. The world does not wait. Something under the ground is getting colder.
“A relic is real if an army will die for it.”
Three Oaths
Each has its own road, and its own grievance.
Emmaus · The Woodland
An old bishopric whose chapels were stripped first. Faith and steel. Its priests were hanged along the road.
Paladin · Cleric · Knight
The Cistern Fort · The Scrub
Chaplains and physicians cut off past the pass, who read the enemy's writings to fight him.
Sorcerer · Pyromancer · Occultist
The Harbour City · The Coast
Guild captains who ship the crusade, keep the quarantine bars and trade in relics. The princes borrowed their fleets and never paid.
Rogue · Hunter · Sellsword
Features
Woodland to desert ruins, one long march. Find your way by the landmarks on the horizon.
Deliberate, weighty, soulslike. Read the blade. Learn the host. Every death is a lesson paid in blood.
Three contingents, three roads through the same war. Your class decides which is yours.
The story is not told to you. It is left lying around. Read the item. Read the ground.
Media
Wishlist Black Advent and receive word from the front.