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Devotion (BR)
Lore section: forlornhope
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Papers regarding the Forlorn Hope.
Also in this section: Bounty on The Forlorn Hope (BR), Military Record #89 (BR), Recruitment Letter of The Forlorn Hope (BR), Warfare Strategies and Tactics (BR)
Found in structures (3)
bookshelf: a lore bookshelf for this section; placed: this exact book sits in a container or on the ground; random loot: a loot roll in the structure can produce it. Read from the structure's schematics, so it shows where the game can put it, not a drop chance.
| Structure | Kind | How it is found |
|---|---|---|
| megastructures-forlornhopetower-common-niclass | structure | random loot |
| largeforlornhopetower | storystructure | random loot |
| forlornhopedungeon | storystructure | random loot |
Text
Scribe's Notes, 1350
"Initiate Trelson, rise."
The initiate rose up to the stand, eyes from all sides of the court staring from the gloom.
"Come forward."
The initiate stepped onto the concrete circle, and put his left hand face down on the altar.
"Do you vow to take up arms against Rot and Rust? To solemnly use the Prima Materia as an agent of order? To fight valiantly, until humanity's future has been secured?"
The Initiate spoke. "I vow it."
As the words left the Initiate's mouth, a teal substance rose from the altar. The Prima Materia. It bound itself around the Initiate's neck, taking the shape of a necklace.
"Move forth, new warrior, as a vanguard and a protector."
In the far corner of the room, a separate scribe noted down the new fighter's name on a large stone slab. Imbued with power, strength, and rekindled belief in their cause.
In the end, it barely made a difference.*
"Initiate Trelson, rise."
The initiate rose up to the stand, eyes from all sides of the court staring from the gloom.
"Come forward."
The initiate stepped onto the concrete circle, and put his left hand face down on the altar.
"Do you vow to take up arms against Rot and Rust? To solemnly use the Prima Materia as an agent of order? To fight valiantly, until humanity's future has been secured?"
The Initiate spoke. "I vow it."
As the words left the Initiate's mouth, a teal substance rose from the altar. The Prima Materia. It bound itself around the Initiate's neck, taking the shape of a necklace.
"Move forth, new warrior, as a vanguard and a protector."
In the far corner of the room, a separate scribe noted down the new fighter's name on a large stone slab. Imbued with power, strength, and rekindled belief in their cause.
In the end, it barely made a difference.*