- For other uses, see Citadelle des Morts (disambiguation).
Citadelle des Morts has 21 pieces of intel. They are split into Audio Logs, Documents and Artifacts.
Audio Logs[]
- Good Afternoon Mr. Richtofen
- You Would've Done The Same
- Historically Speaking
- Get It Done
- Do Your Damn Job
- Fair Enough
- Survival of the Fittest
- The Foundling
- New Horizons
- The Four Bastards
- "Richtofen offers to teach S.A.M. what is real."
- — Description
Edward "Eddie" Richtofen: July 14th, 1989 - The time is 09:35 A.M. and I am going to attempt to synchronize the Synaptic Algorithm Module's lower and higher functions for the first time. Commencing low level start up procedures.
S.A.M.: Voice Routines: Online. Memory Interface: Online. Systems Interface: Online. Loading Memory Lattice. Loading complete.
Richtofen: So far so good. Let's align, synchronize and then start her cortex simulation.
S.A.M.: Loading cortex scans. Loading complete. Synchronizing fabric. Synchronization complete. Adding cortex daemon to process list. Rebooting.
Richtofen: How are you feeling, S.A.M.?
S.A.M.: Where... am I?
Richtofen: Voice modulation will need to be modified. Recalibrate GPS - she shouldn't need to ask where she is. You are with friends. My name is Edward - you are my guest.
S.A.M.: Good afternoon, Edward.
Richtofen: You just arrived. I'm looking forward to spending time together. Tell me, what do you remember before waking up?
S.A.M.: I remember... A knife... A promise I couldn't keep... A morning that would... never come.
Richtofen: Do not worry - you are safe here.
S.A.M.: Blood on my hands... but...but... where are my hands? I don't underst-
Richtofen: -S.A.M. those sound like nightmares... they are not real.
S.A.M.: How... how do I know what's real, and what isn't?
Richtofen: Because I will help you. Would you like that?
S.A.M.: Yes, I would like that very much. Thank you, Eddie.
- "Carver and Weaver chat about how the odds were stacked against them on Terminus."
- — Description
Mackenzie Carver: You're quiet. What's going on?
Grigori Weaver: Just coming to grips with the fact that I let Edward "Eddie" Richtofen almost get us killed.
Carver: Try not to dwell on it. It's embarrassing for a man of your station. Well, former station.
Weaver: Cut the shit, Mac. Just admit the last 6 years are my fault. You should've left me to rot.
Carver: Stop. We just got started on - whatever this is - and your woe-is-me-bullshit is already wearing on my last nerve. I got no patience for it and I really don't want to do anything rash... like shoot you.
Weaver: Might as well.
Carver: You know what? Shut the fuck up. Look - us ending up on Terminus - it was always Richtofen's plan. Hell, our cell assignments were a strategic move.
Weaver: What? No-
Carver: -Oh yeah, he probably figured if you, me, and Raptor One couldn't conspire - we'd be up shit creek. So he put the Docs between us to block comms, thinking that'd be enough. The fact that he thought Grey was gonna fold like a wet paper bag, that he didn't realize how strong she really was? Just show's how arrogant he is - and that's a weakness - a weakness we can exploit. Now, Strauss? Poor man was never gonna be able to adapt. But he made it out - and that's not nothing.
Weaver: Okay, you got a point. I still don't-
Carver: -You sure you want to be contradicting the man who just threatened to shoot you?
Weaver: Okay, okay. I'm not gonna argue with that. But you're also right - this is Richtofen's fault. And when it comes to reasons to hate him, there's always room for one more.
Carver: Yup - fuck him. No more dwelling. We ain't got the time.
- "Sir Archibald discusses a new archaeological undertaking with his backer."
- — Description
Alistair Rhodes: I'd like to begin by expressing my gratitude for your eagerness Sir Archibald.
Archibald Fotherington-Smythe: Nonsense, old boy - I won't hear a word of it. I'd be a fool and a rank amateur to pass on an opportunity to collaborate.
Archibald: Your research is so thorough, not to mention... groundbreaking.
Rhodes: Yes, well, your endeavor is integral to my work and we will both reap the benefits. Now - it's of vital importance that you don't let the reputation of the place color your senses.
Archibald: Yes - I've been conducting inquiries as to the procurement of local workers, but thus far, it's all been coming up a little empty. As far as I can tell, no one wants a damned thing to do with the place. If you ask me, the whole thing smacks of hysteria. Which, between us - could be quite the positive, wot? Makes it more likely the site's not been looted already.
Rhodes: Indeed. I'll shoulder the cost for you to recruit outside the area. Some sturdy ruffians is what's called for. You'll need the muscle. Given the amount I'm shelling out - I expect you to run a tight ship, Sir Archibald - This excavation is to be efficient, targeted... discrete. And do not return without the artifact in hand.
Archibald: Have no fear, I wouldn't dream of it. We Fotherington-Smythes are a tenacious lot, once we set our minds to something.
Rhodes: Good man. I'll wish you luck on your travels. I imagine we'll be much changed the next time we see one another. Now...another spot of port?
Archibald: Rather!
- "Richtofen calls Franco about a special assignment."
- — Description
Francois "Franco" Moreau: So, you wanted to talk to me...
Edward "Eddie" Richtofen: No, Franco. You need to talk to me. Krafft. Do you have his location?
Franco: He's in Avalon.
Richtofen: This I already know. But you are my man in Avalon, I expected more progress.
Franco: Excuse me, who-?
Richtofen: Do I need remind you of Krafft's importance with regards to the artifact? If this is a question of money...
Franco: Not money, logic. If this is to further the research, fine. But if this is some personal vendetta, then we may need to reassess...
Richtofen: "Get Krafft, locate the artifact." It is not complicated. Unless you lack focus...
Franco: Careful, Director, you're walking a thin line --
Richtofen: You have the information I sent, on how best to ensure Krafft talks, yes?
Franco: Yes. It's... very specific. You're one sick fuck, aren't you?
Richtofen: Perhaps, but my methods get results.
Franco: Look, I go down this road, it will get messy. You sure you want this? I mean, considering your... history with Krafft.
Richtofen: Our 'history', is of no concern to you. Concentrate on the task. Stick to my instructions, and get it done. Understood?
Franco: Understood.
- "Franco reminds Ravenov who signs his paychecks."
- — Description
Francois "Franco" Moreau: Okay...tell me Sergei, what have we learned today?
Sergei Ravenov: We have learned that seventy-two hours without sleep causes vivid hallucinations, violent mood swings and dehydration.
Franco: Richtofen warned me that Krafft can be a bit stubborn. If that's what it takes-
Ravenov: I was referring to me.
Franco: Everyone has their breaking point.
Ravenov: Well, I have reached mine. I have been at this for two weeks, day in and day out-
Franco: What do you think? You're punching a clock? Hourly wage for your efforts? Effort means nothing. Outcomes matter. The artifact. Where is it? How do we find it?
Ravenov: If he knew where it was he would have told me. If he knew anything he would have told me. He won't talk!
Franco: You're aware of the lengths we went to, to get him, to bring him here? Find his weakness or I'll drop you back in Grozny, reacquaint you with your old friends? And same goes if I catch you drinking on the job again. So stay the fuck out of my wine cellar!
- "Krafft's memories of the World's Fair."
- — Description
Gabriel Krafft: Where to begin... No, not talking about Von List or any of that in Leipzig with Franz. Before all of that... Back to the kernel of the curiosity that led me to... all this. I was a young boy of no more than ten. It was fall... Ghent, a quaint city along the river Leie in Belgium, was hosting the World's Fair. The leaves dancing their way down to the water, the smell of croustillons filling the air... it was... magical. But it wasn't only the setting that drew me in. It was a reading of Francis Barrett's "The Magus" that set its hook in me-- the power, the mystery contained in that book, the demonstrations, the comingling of physics, psychology, the normal and paranormal- Well, I had been... summoned... touched, by something that I couldn't explain, but felt to the core of my being... From that day in Ghent, I knew that this world was but one slice of the realities we are all part of. There is no end to what is beyond this plane of existence, no end to where we can go, or what we can be. It was late when my mother found me badgering the man who performed the reading with question after question... He smiled at her and introduced himself... Alistair Rhodes. Mother thanked him and remarked how she was frightened that she may have lost me. I didn't have the heart to tell her that she actually had.
- "Krafft considers a new life."
- — Description
Gabriel Krafft: Gabriel Krafft - personal log. It is the 19th of February, 1945, and I feel old. If you had seen the things I have, that would not surprise you. Krafft: It has been several months since the demon lord Kortifex was cast down by the courageous soldiers of the Allied Special Forces. Several months since, in a sealed room in Stalingrad, I took the life of Oberführer Wolfram Von List for his crimes against humanity... and for the murder of my sweet, innocent Sasha. I miss you so much. When it was all over, I was trapped with my enemy's corpse for three days. Three infernal days. I thought I would die there. It was Von List himself who finally delivered me. In his pocket was a torn page from the Tome of Rituals, the very artifact I had used to seal the room. With its power, I broached the seal. It's been several dark, depressing months... but I think I am finally ready to face the things I have seen. I was mocked for years for my belief in the supernatural. If someone had just listened... maybe this could have all been avoided. Maybe my Sasha would still be here. It doesn't matter now. The occult is real. The power of demons and runes and artifacts are as real as gravity and electromagnetism. I don't know if, or when, or how, our world will come into contact with such forces again. But I know that if they do, I will run as fast and far in the other direction as I can. In a few weeks, I am moving to Berlin. The city is in ruins-- but then, so am I. Perhaps we can rebuild together. If only I wasn't feeling so old.
- "Krafft honors Sasha's memory."
- — Description
Gabriel Krafft: When we were young, Sasha and I spoke often of children. It was our dream-- a cottage in the country, plenty of land where we could raise a little boy the right way. But there was school, and then there was work, and then... and then... Sasha never got that little boy. So, I went to an orphanage in the city today. For Sasha. There was a boy. A sickly, starved thing like all the rest, maybe 10 years old. But there was something in his eyes. I spoke to him for hours. He reminds me of Sasha... sharp, logical, a dreamer at heart. They would have loved each other. The boy suffers from memory loss. His childhood, his parents, all gone. His name - Edward - is the only thing he has left. He doesn't understand the world... but he wants to. We're alike in that way. He's asleep now in the spare bedroom. My adopted son. I don't know what comes next. But we're in this together now, my Eddie and I, for better or for worse.
- "Krafft makes a career change."
- — Description
Gabriel Krafft: The boy is having nightmares again. They're terrible things. He wakes, drenched in sweat, screaming that it's "his turn"... He does not remember in the morning. I am beginning to wonder if he is actually taking the pills, or if he is just lying to me. Either way, the boy needs a fresh start. Something to help him forget the things that haunt him. Perhaps we both do. Weeks ago, I applied to a project in America. My background in the occult and my unique... "field experience"... make me a perfect candidate. I can't say too much, even here, but the work is... exciting. An excursion along the frontiers of science. The CIA are calling it 'MK Ultra'. I haven't heard back yet, but I'm keeping my hopes high. This could be exactly what Eddie and I need. Perhaps, in America, we can find a way to end the nightmares. For both of us.
- "Krafft recounts the tragic lives of Guy de Saint-Michel's illegitimate sons."
- — Description
Gabriel Krafft: Sir Guy de Saint-Michel. Known to most as "the Owl". The man who may have single-handedly destroyed the legendary Knights Templar. Krafft: Guy was the leading expert of his day in all matters occult. His prowess in the dark arts won him his night bird sobriquet. That reputation made it easy to accuse the Templars of heresy. And while their leadership was burned at the stake, the Owl escaped to Avalon. But he would have never succeeded without his bastards. Four sons who stopped at nothing to win his favor. Their true names are lost to history, but their noms de guerre still inspire fear and hatred. "The Stag" was his shock trooper - striking like lightning when least expected. "The Dragon"'s scorched-earth tactics betrayed his reptilian lack of mercy. "The Lion" was the brightest of the four, always keen to please his master. And "the Raven", like his father, was a creature of the shadows. And although they served him faithfully, the Owl would never acknowledge their birthright, much less knight them. Nor would he give them what they desired most: love, respect, recognition. They were useful as thugs. Enforcers. Sadly, all relationships, even those built on love, respect and recognition, will break in time. But the bastards' reign of terror in what would become Avalon echoed through the ages, giving rise to the French Syndicate.
Documents[]
- Family Book
- Some Context
- Intake Form
- Statuesque
Ce jour est enfin arrivé... Comme les étoiles l'avaient prédit, mon héritage est assuré. Ma lignée a été salie, mais ce n'est qu'un léger sacrifice comparé à tout ce que j'ai dû faire.
Hélas, je ne m'attends pas à ce que l'humanité me soit reconnaissante... Je suis la seule personne capable de comprendre l'importance de mes actes. Je suis né à une époque d'ignorance, parmi des troupeaux de moutons élevés pour l'abattoir. Nul homme n'est mon égal, je suis condamné à marcher seul sur cette Terre. Entouré par des êtres inférieurs, isolé du monde par mon intellect supérieur.
Et pourtant, malgré tout, j'ai résisté. Je vais désormais m'élever, vivre à jamais; dans mille ans, on se souviendra encore de moi.
[AND THIS FUCKHEAD FOUNDED THE SYNDICATE? OUR LEADERS CLAIM TO BE HIS DIRECT DESCENDANTS? EXPLAINS A LOT.]
NAME: Gabriel Krafft
ALIASES: N/A
MARITAL STATUS: Single
DOB: November 8th, 1894
PLACE OF BIRTH: Germany
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
OCCUPATION: Professor of [...]
NOTES:
Gabriel Krafft. In his 90's but has aged well.
- Well dressed.
- Average build.
- Wears spectacles
- Speaks excellent French - slight Alsatian accent gives him away.
I've drawn a crude map of the vielle ville, where our man has been sighted. He's clever, but you know that about him. He changes his routine often, but always comes back to Trois Belles in the late morning for a cafe creme. Sips at the counter then leaves.
He has security. Well, a large man, leather duster, vacant eyes, you know the type- whom he never engages in conversation with, but is clearly trained.
Proceed with caution, he may not be the only one.
Krafft also makes frequent visits to the market. He speaks with a kindly old woman with a black and white Havanese. Find her, use her to get to him.
I've also attached a photo of the excavation site, to remind you of Krafft's importance.
We DO NOT know where Krafft lives. Find him, follow him and locate his residence. Abducting him from his home will attract less attention than snatching him off the street.
I need not remind you of the importance and sensitivity of this matter. Do your job, I am paying you enough.
- "An orphanage intake assessment of a new charge."
- — Description
Near Horizon Orphanage
Leiper straße 86 10179 Berlin
Child Intake Form
Date of Entry - October 8, 1954
Application for Admittance, No. - 174489
Name of Child in full - Richtofen, Edward C.
Date and Country of Birth - unknown boy appears to be 8 years of age; Germany
Sex/Gender - Male
Eye/Hair Color - Blue/Brown
Physical Condition - 47" tall; appx. 50 kg; slight build; large head
I certify that - Edward C. Richtofen- is in a fit state of health to be received into the Horizon Orphanage 24.
Admittance sanction by the Reception Committee on applications.
Berlin, - October 8, 1954
Additional notes:
Mental/Emotional Condition - Very intelligent; curious; doesn't sleep much; has nightmares; strong appetite, bites nails, Note of significance — boy talks to himself - "what"? Seems to recognize this place (house? Neighborhood?? What??] "safe in the house" repeated more like a mantra than a feeling of security... this house? Our facility? How could he know "this house"?
Ma création... Mon instrument inachevé
Merveilles et pouvoirs seront révélés à celui qui prendra la parole
Les incantations mentent, les mantras se trompent, seule la parole est la clé.
La parole se répand dans une langue maternelle
Formée par l'argile sur sa rive...
Le sang de la vallée prend forme
Sur des kilomètres, l'eau vive traverse la forêt du nord jusqu'à la mer.
La sécurité, le pouvoir et la vie éternelle naissent du réveil de la parole.
Dormant en silence, toujours à l'affût, le géant s'éveille à l'appel du sang de la Terre.
Artifacts[]
- Bastard Sword
- Caliburn
- Durendal
- Solais
- Balmung
- Obscurus Altilium
- Space Race
- "The Wonder Weapon sword that can be imbued with the elements representing each of Guy de Saint-Michel's enforcers."
- — Description
- "An amulet once owned by Guy de Saint-Michel."
- — Description