ALMS FOR THE CRUSADE

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╔════ THE CELOSIAN COURTS’ ════╗

 

A L M S  F O R  T H E

C R U S A D E 

╚════ AN EVENING OF CHARITY ════╝ 

 

FROM THE OFFICE OF
The Imperial Chamberlain

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11th of Aurelian’s Glory

D.   C.   L.   VII.

 

H E E D ,  L E A L  S O N S  O F  H O R E N ;

DURING THIS TIME OF dire need, the citizenry of the Imperium are humbly beckoned step forth and aid those upon the front lines of the Pontiff’s Crusades. Blessed are we, that people are willing to go forth for the betterment of the realm, ridding the lands of Azuras from Ibleesian spawn.    It is now that we courtiers of the Celosian Court call upon you, who sit within the comfort of your home rather than a cot in a mud-floored tent as our Crusaders do bring forth your aid. An eve of Alms shall be hosted within the halls of the Celosian Palace, where goodly denizens may donate anything of use to the Crusade.

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I.

ACCEPTED DONATIONS

A feast for the Crusaders of the Living.

 

M E D I C I N E

Anything that may provide medicinal aid. This may be, though not limited to, boiled and purified water, tinctures of mundane and alchemical origin, bandages, and needles.

 

A L C H E M I C A L S

Potions for any cause are well suited to the Crusade effort and will be accepted readily. Alchemicals on their lonesome are also well appreciated, as well as glass bottles to make use of in potion-brewing.

 

F O O D S T U F F S

Canned foods of all sorts. Loaves of bread, ingredients, seasonings, and also utensils to be used in the kitchens. Meat on its own, as well, is preferred among the soldiery. 

 

W E A P O N R Y

Weaponry of all kinds will be welcome as donations to our Crusaders, with no limitation. Anything and everything shall be accepted. Materials to make weapons such as metal and leather, and money to purchase them, shall be gladly accepted. 

 

O R E S  A N D  M I N E R A L S

For the creation of weapons at the site of the Crusades, both small and large varieties.  

 

C O N S T R U C T I O N  M A T E R I A L S

For the sake of expanding the camp, and strengthening the defenses, materials of construction shall be needed. Stone, logs, and cloth would be well appreciated. 

 

L E I S U R E 

Crusaders, are of course, still human. Without leisure, a man may lose his mind. Donations of smokes, sweets, alcohol, and all else you may believe to bring comfort to those upon the front lines will happily be received. 

 

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AVE IMPERIUM!

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Signed,

 

Miss, COSETTE VITA CARNELLE,

Ward of Princess Joan Mariana Horen

 

Her Ladyship, EIRENE MARENO,

Scribe of the Celosian Court and Lady of Myrine

 

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Spoiler

IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE RULES OF THE CRUSADES, ALL ITEMS LISTED MUST HAVE A PHYSICAL, IN GAME REPRESENTATION.

[EX. Purified water is a glass bottle with water in it. Wood and wool for construction materials.]

 

Event Details

Celosian Palace, Rittersburg

6PM EST, 6/12/2026

 

[sarahbarah 7109]

Eirene wipes grime from her brow, stamping her signature onto the document from a humble (pink) tent in Sternfell.

[Chimeraof1999 1194]

"Seems their crusade is failing, maybe. . .  I can help a bit, they aren't maleficars but. . . might as well. They are out here, day and night, fighting for what they believe in. . ."
The Specter sighed as he folded the missive and stood before getting his sacks ready.
"Why not? . ."

[KaiserJacobII 1461]

Shhk. Shhk. Shhk. The sabre leaves the scabbard for but a second before returning. Over and over again it does. For a second at a time, the cold steel reflects the glow of the fireplace, before hiding away again. Jean paces around the room, fidgeting rhythmically, tirelessly, with that weapon. It has been cleaned four times already. Anything to keep him occupied. Orchere’s damp stones are often terribly cooling this late at night, or early in the morning, to tell the whole truth, and the fire only keeps it just tolerable. Banners hang loosely from the wooden boards of the ceiling. Banners flutter in the breeze as the group approaches Sternfell in the golden, salt-soaked evening. Shhk. Shhk. Shhk. This is the first time he has returned to Orchere in months. There, a lonely goblet of cooled, half-empty mulled wine sits on the table, reflecting the light, pushing it in all directions. Such a glass would be a luxury back there. ‘It is odd,’ he thinks to himself, ‘such a thing is.’