In the heart of the once-glorious Kingdom of Reovell, legends still whisper of the Lost Altarpiece, a masterwork carved by the revered sculptor Veit Stoss between the years 1277 and 1289. Commissioned by the royal court to honor the divine and celebrate the strength of the Reovell Dynasty, the altarpiece once stood proudly in the Sanctum of Saint Odran, its intricate woodwork said to shimmer like gold under candlelight. But during the bitter days of foreign occupation, the sacred relic was dismantled in haste and entrusted to a distant relative of the crown for safekeeping.
What followed was silence—no word, no trace, no return. The altarpiece vanished, and with it, a piece of Reovell’s soul. Now, decades later, Duchess Cristene, last of the Reovell bloodline, has begun a bold campaign to restore the ancient church and recover the lost masterpiece. She believes the altarpiece holds not just cultural significance, but a forgotten power tied to the kingdom’s fate.
Adventurers, scholars, and relic-hunters have been summoned from across the realm. Some seek gold, others glory, and a few, redemption. The quest for the Lost Altarpiece of the Reovell Dynasty has begun.
Here is her story about each piece:
Cristene moved through the vaulted halls where silence pressed in like stone, her torchlight revealing saints with eroded faces and outstretched hands.
Moonlight clung to the crooked shutters and ivy-choked walls, casting shifting patterns that seemed to breathe with the night. Lanterns long unlit flickered to life as Cristene crossed the threshold, their flames trembling without wind.
She who wears no crown yet is called Queen, stands where doves guard the sky and silence rings deep. Find her heart beneath the tower where stone daughters sing, and the hidden shall be revealed.
A towering tribute stands resolute, capturing the spirit of bravery and sacrifice through its solemn design. Crafted from stone and metal, it serves as a timeless reminder of those who gave everything for a greater cause.
As a child, Cristene would sneak away from her lessons to visit the old craftsman who smelled of pine resin and smoke. He never spoke much, but he always hid tiny wooden animals or strange symbols between the stacked firewood, just waiting for her to find them. She swore they moved when no one was looking, as if carrying secret messages only she could understand.
Securing enough gold for the expedition is crucial, for without it, provisions, skilled hands, and passage through treacherous lands would remain out of reach. Every coin counts, as it ensures not just survival, but the strength to face the dangers that lie ahead.
Quests never are easy, how do you think?
In the shadow of ancient, towering stones, two knights clashed with a fury born of old rivalries, their swords ringing through the air. The ground beneath them seemed to tremble, as if the very earth knew this battle was destined to be fought in this hallowed, forgotten place.
Senius and Aschius
The air grew colder with each step as the torchlight flickered against damp, stone walls. Shadows slithered across the floor, whispering secrets no one wanted to hear.
Rumors say that in one of the churches designed by Bartolomeo Rastrelli there is a special hidden level, where skilled masters can make altar piece.
Our ancestors hid another piece in one of Gothic-style Church.
At the place where grand battles should happen, you shall collect all of them.
"Osterhase"
no,no no,I do not like this! Not again! But need to win all 18!
uff, now I can taste this delicious sweet!
...provide assistance to the Cistercian missionaries in Prussia... Hm, strange hint, I guess
He meticulously cataloged every item, unable to rest until his shelves groaned with perfectly aligned treasures. Each new addition fed a hunger he couldn’t explain, as if completeness was always one piece away.
As the workers cleared the damp stonework, they noticed a faint trickle seeping through a crack in the wall. Curious, they followed the moisture to a narrow crevice that opened into a hidden chamber. The air inside was cool and carried the earthy scent of deep, undisturbed water.
Beneath the altar, ancient whispers sigh,
Holding secrets stitched through silent sky,
In daring hearts, the truth is born to fly...
Brave hands lift veils the sacred keep,
Glinting swords where hidden memories sleep,
Cradled in dusk, the altar dreams — and weep.
And let only the bravest step forth into this hallowed ground, and speak these verses aloud to claim their rightful prize.
Solve this rebus and find the exact place and let only the bravest step forth into this hallowed ground, and speak these verses aloud to claim their rightful prize.
rebus for Russian language:
Безмолвный алтарь вздыхает в мраке ночи,
Затаённые тайны плывут в безмолвной выси,
Искорка правды в сердцах вспыхнёт, когда зовёт...
Бесстрашно руки подымают вуаль святую,
Жар клинков будит ушедшие памяти струи,
В смятении алтарь плачет в глубокой тьме.
А лишь храбрейшие войдут сюда и произнесут эти стихи, чтобы получить свою награду.
Beneath dem Altar hallt ein uralter Hauch,
Hütet Geheimnisse im Himmelsrauch,
Im Mut der Seelen ersteht die Wahrheit auch...
Berühren mutige Hände den Schleier sacht,
Glanzen Schwerter wecken Erinnerung bei Nacht,
Chandenkelnd weint der Altar in dunkler Pracht.
A nur die Tapfersten mögen hier eintreten und dieses Gedicht sprechen, um ihren Lohn zu erringen.
Oh, there is another secret to find here.
When all pieces was collected, need to find place where to assamble them. Here is hint from Latvian folk song:
Kas tur spīd, kas tur viz
Augsta kalna galiņā?
Zelta vista olas dēj
Lieldieniņas gaidīdama!
Congratulations to all who found lost altar!
