† The Abbey of St. Edward Aren-Grey, Vyrebane †
"O God, who tellest the number of the stars, and callest them all by their names: heal, we beseech Thee, the contrite in heart, and gather together the outcasts, and enrich us with the fulness of Thy wisdom..."
—Sarum Breviary, 11th Century
"A dark storm envelops the surrounding terrain. I pause, catching my breath, it has been too long since I last made the journey to this place, this graveyard of lost souls and forgotten prisoners of a time long ago. Trees have overtaken the battlefield and where it not for memories scarring I could not recall where I am. I reach the top of a gentle, sloping hill, my boots have long since been reduced to sloshing, soaking masses of leather, my cloak is a burden, my lungs are empty.
With sheer motive of will I draw another breath and soldier on, trekking through this forlorn and overgrown forest illuminated only by the momentary shimmer of lightning gracing the sky above. At last I have reached it. A clearing in a forest, on top of a hill. Upon this hill lay a towering foundation block of granite, protruding askew from the earth as erosion has eaten away the land it was originally planted in. No one remembers why it was placed here, but it was, and here it still stands. Upon this rock I will build my church."
-From the Journal of Jordan Whittaker, 6th Age
† The Abbey of St. Edward †
All that for a pile of bricks.