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Rotted Souls

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Long have the Osun watched. Long have we toiled and fought. Long have we worked to rebuild our empire. And now, the time draws near. The gods have returned from the sky, though they deny themselves to us. They will fall. And then… they will serve us.

Yes, the Osun have learned. We know your secrets, old gods. You had to resort to the most vile tactics to defeat us, but the Osun know you now, old ones. Your old machines sing once more. Ancient weapons strain at the reins.
And something new. A secret for the Osun to keep.

Your dead will serve us. We possess the power of the Soulrot. The darkwitch is wise, and the warlord is strong. Once Osun did your bidding. Now your dead are slaves to the Osun. They are in thrall to none but the Osun. Old gods, make way for us. We are coming.

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Wyn’s Expedition Journal

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Expedition Day 2

Oh man, oh man, this is not good. So I met this great little critter. And he followed me home. And he’s really friendly, and purrs a lot, and I’m thinking, “Hey, someone to hang out with you on those long, cold, lonely nights at the dig, Wyn!”

Except someone tells me they call it a chompacabra, and I can see why, because he’s all “chomp chomp!” any time you let him get near ANY food, okay? And I soon learn that, like, except ME, he thinks a whole lot of things are food.
Like my gloves. And my boots. And my goggles. But I can get by without those things. I’m an archaeologist! I can get my hands and feet dirty. But then, well….

I mean, look, it’s not like there aren’t Eldan artifacts literally ALL OVER this planet. They’re everywhere you look! Why do you think I signed up for this job? It is LITERALLY the easiest thing in the world, looking for Eldan artifacts.

Almost as easy to look for them as it is for a chompacabra to eat them, too. Yeah. Eldan artifacts.
They’re the most valuable relics in the whole blasted galaxy, and my buddy the chompy fuzzball has three of them in his digestive tract right now.

So now we play the waiting game. I hope that little chompacabra hasn’t fully digested the things. If he has, well… I probably need to go into another line of work. And then I’ll make up a story about what happened to those artifacts. No one’s going to hurt my little chompacabra!

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Dorian Walker’s Journal: Landing

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Nexus Landing Day 003.1
All right, that’s the orbital survey done, and I’ve made a few low passes in the Blue Horizon so’s to make sure I ain’t missed anything too glarin’ obvious. Near as I can tell, this planet has almost NO advanced civilizations of any kind. Sure, I see the remains of some pretty amazin’ tech, but when I dipped down to take a gander, I didn’t see no signs of the Eldan.

Now is there life? Oh hell, yes. And a lot of them
life forms look to be pretty smart, or at least they seem capable of buildin’ homes and villages in caves and such-like. But there ain’t no all-powerful godlike bein’s what hold the power’a life and death in their hyper-advanced little hands, not that I can detect on the Horizon’s scanners. And I got some high-powered military-grade equipment on this little ship. What I do detect is six spots on the surface where the power readin’s are off the damn charts!
Each power signature is distinct – what them alchemists might call “primal power,” I’m thinkin’ – but the strongest is in a wind-swept region what’s split in half by a pretty good-sized rift canyon. Time to set down and see what ol’ Dorian Walker can see.

Nexus Landing Day 003.2
I got the Blue Horizon tucked away at the end’a the canyon farthest away from that power source, some gigantic artifact I could see from the air when I was
enterin’ the atmosphere, just to be safe. Don’t want anything or anyone gettin’ in the way of my escape route. Now that I’m on the surface, I’m detectin’ a lotta life signs on the far end of the rift in the direction’a that power source. Reckon I better plant a copy’a this journal when I disembark, just in case I run into trouble. Scanners are also detectin’ more’a them crummy little huts, but also quite a bit’a Eldan tech still runnin’ – I can tell from the
power signatures. And while it ain’t my usual style, I reckon I oughta strap on that sidearm Belle made me take along. I don’t aim to shoot nobody, but sometimes it helps to bring the roof down when ya gotta make a quick exit.

Wish me luck.

— Dorian Walker

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One of the paths that lead to the Journal.

Thundercall Arcanist’s Journal Location.

Thundercall Arcanist’s Journal Map Location.

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Thundercall Arcanist’s Journal

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[This tome appears to be written in a primitive form of Galactic Common. It must have belonged to the dead Pell nearby.]

I, Arcanist of the Thundercall, write these words on my seventeenth day of self-imposed exile.

I will not return to my tribe until I have discovered works of the masters that will add to the grand tech altars of our domain… and perhaps to Godmaker itself! The Talon of Storms deserves no less an honor.

[Here, a few pages have been torn out.]

This land is strange. So green
and bright. Not like the sacred canyon. Not like the hidden lair of the Thundercall. But there is power in the wind and storms that sweep over the trees and grasses. I, Arcanist of the Thundercall, follow the winds to the west. There, I may find the works of the masters.

[More pages are missing.]

By the glory of the gods! There, amid wood and stone, I see gifts from the masters! They left their works here for me to find. I, Arcanist of the Thundercall, am certain of it. See how they glow as I
approach! The masters welcome their servants and want us to have this secret power. I shall seize this power for the Thundercall. With the masters to guide me, I will come to no harm.

[Many pages have been torn from this section, which is stained with blood. The remaining text reads as follows.]

I, Arcanist of the Thundercall, am dying. The masters did no harm to me. But the beasts of wood and forest did not heed the masters’ words. They wanted the power for themselves.
I took their lives, but at the cost of my own.

I, Arcanist of the Thundercall, will not witness Stormtalon’s birth, for the masters have called me home.