Revenant Souls

You awaken, and come alive in a realm known to be called Quo. You have no memories of existence prior to this moment. You have no heritage, nor history. Nothing except the present moment, a moment you share with those who are likewise recently animated beside you in this newborn realm. This is Memory's Reach. You know at least this moment will be your first memory, as you look to the sky, observing the Communion of the Lords, the Syncrosis of your world with the other two. Where is the Empyrean Pillar? You dance and laugh, you celebrate with your brothers and sisters, your fellow Quotients. You find yourself in the city of your people, the origination of all that your culture will grow to be. Where is your leader? Where is the Maker? As you explore the world, you find bits and pieces that do not align with your intuition, in such unnatural ways as to suggest they are perversions of the intended order. Anomalies. Society shudders when confronted with such unknown variables. Death has entered Quo. Death upon many of your kin. Why do your people perish? Why do they not return? Thankfully, a select few, a few who are proven to be steadfast in the suppression of such anomalies, have been elected. Safeguarding society from future threats, and answering the plague of questions, all hope of stopping Death has been placed in The Covenant.