Tales

All Wildstar Tales Beyond the Fringe collectibles with their locations marked on the map and screenshot guides to help you find them.

Rise of the Vigilant Star

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Guide

Inside Lightreach Church, Lightreach Mission. Lightreach Church is the biggest house in Lightreach Mission.
On a small crate, on Northeastern part of bridge that connects Lightreach Mission on south, and Glitterfur Caravan on north.
On ground, near small rock, and bunch of glow mushrooms, eastern Glintrock Dale. In order to reach this part of map, follow the southern road from Glitterfur Caravan. At the end of it, there is a tunnel that leads to this position.
On top of a barrel, next to two same looking barrels, dry tree, two torches and a large rock, Larallen Highlands.
On ground, in front of the entrance, of one of the Stormseeker Village Houses, next to tree shelves/boxes and a nearby pond.
Lying on a broken device, near a broken wooden stairs next to a water; northwest of the Stormseeker Comune point.

Map

Ellevar

Rise of the Vigilant Star

Lore

Toric Antevian, newly chosen to serve in the Radiant Legion, marched with his company on the rough road that led to Grudgel Downs.

In the east, the sky was a gunmetal gray that bled into the dark, purplish bruise of the horizon. Night was falling. The ground beneath them was covered in the damp, rotting leaves of late autumn, and the air was sickly sweet with the smell of decay.

The Legion had been on the march for weeks, rooting out heresy in the Westun. A Vigilant priest had recently reported
suspicions that the True Sons of Cassus, a heretical cult that had risen during the dark reign of Vorios the False, was practicing their unholy rituals in the lowborn village of Grudgel Downs.

At the front of the company, the Lamp of Korol was held aloft by the company’s lampbearer. Toric’s armor, polished in the hours before morning vigil, reflected its light. As the shadows closed in around them, Toric whispered the Prayer of the Legion, reciting the six Vigilant Virtues by name.

Grudgel Downs appeared from out of the gloom.

The village was blanketed in silence. Squat, mud-brick buildings were slung low and mean around a main square, where a massive bonfire burned with an intense heat that could be felt a hundred yards away. And just before the smell of cooking meat reached his nostrils, Toric saw the twisted figure strapped to a pole above the raging fire, wearing the charred vestments of a Vigilant priest.

Moments later, men burst in force from the dark buildings,
wielding crooked blades, knives and cudgels. Dozens more appeared from the surrounding woods. Dressed in the black, hooded garb of the True Sons of Cassus, their eyes reflected a murderous rage as they closed the distance to the hopelessly outnumbered Radiant Legionnaires.

The company’s captain died in the first moments of battle, run through by a hooked spear. The Lamp of Korol fell to the ground, throwing the soldiers into shadow, and the screams of dying men echoed through the woods.
Although the legionnaires were some of the finest soldiers in all of the Dominion, the enemy’s numbers appeared too great to overcome.

And then, when it seemed all hope was lost, a light flared out like a star in the darkness.

Toric Antevian, eyes burning with an unshakable faith, held aloft the Lamp of Korol as his blade cut down foe after screaming foe. Calling out for the strength of Azrion and the courage of Tristan, his face aglow with a terrible resolve,
Toric felled the blasphemers who had dared profane his Vigilant faith. “For the Scions!” he shouted, his sword cutting through flesh and bone, leaving behind a grisly wake of the slaughtered.

The sight of the young warrior inspired his embattled brethren. Fighting to Toric’s side, the remaining men formed ranks and attacked. When the battle was over, heretic blood stained their blades and soaked the ground beneath them. And it was on Grudgel Downs that night, they say, that the Vigilant Star was born.

Quick Facts

$Rise of the Vigilant Star$

Faction: Dominion

No. of Collectibles required: 7

Type: Tales from Beyond the Fringe

A Gathering Storm

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Guide

On a small, brown with yellow lines “table”, next to a lamppost with three lights, Bio-Mech Facility 498.
On middle of a short platform that leads to small Elder structure, next to a lamppost with three lights, Calidor’s Excavation.
At the wall, in the Southeastern part of Bio-Mech Complex AH47 Level Two. In order to reach Bio-Mech Complex AH47 Level Two, you need to go to southern Bio-Mech Complex AH47 Level One teleportation plate. Teleportation plate that leads to Bio-Mech Complex AH47 Level One is in Calidor’s Excavation.
On a small platform, bellow tent, beside Lead Excavator Radek Villius, NPC quest giver and a nearby Bounty Board, Excavation Site Alpha.
On a hovering, tiny platform, next to an engine with circular saw blade and couple of cut trees, west from nearby Excavation Site Alpha.
On a sleeping bag, inside of the biggest tent in Mistymurk Camp.
At the edge of circular “platform”, with deciduous tree on, next to gleaming eggs, eastern The Queen’s Lair. Entrance to this Lair is Northwest from the tale position marked at map. Quest that makes you look like spider and takes you here is “Better, Faster, Stronger”, from Ringo Hax in Mistymurk Camp. Inside of southern part of this cave is a Webwood Queen, creature needed for group quest “All Hail the Queen [Group 5+]”.

Cave entrance on the world map.

Map

Ellevar

A Gathering Storm

Lore

Dark clouds obscured the skies over Meridia, the ancient capital city of Cassus. Sounds of violence echoed in the streets. Emperor Vorios was dead, slain by Myrcalus of House Azrion.

Vigilant priestess Varonia Cazalon knelt in her chambers. Despite the turmoil outside, she kept her eyes tightly shut, fists clenched devoutly in front of her. “Blessed Scions,” she whispered. “Grant me the strength of Azrion and the courage of Tristan. And above all, let the Justice of Bronos be done.”

Thunder rumbled
above. A storm was coming.

Varonia’s part in the unfolding drama had yet to be played. Galvion, the current High Sentinel of the Vigilant Church, was a staunch ally of the corrupt emperor, and for decades had abused his position to commit shocking acts of depravity, heresy, and sin. The people had suffered. The emperor was dead, but Galvion still lived.

Varonia stood. Hanging from the door of her small closet was the ornate raiment of Evindra the Wise herself, and beside it the ancient battle staff o
f Tristan. Their very presence in her chambers could be construed as the highest form of blasphemy, punishable by death. Slowly, she pulled the robe over her head, then took a firm grasp on the heavy weapon.

A sergeant of the Radiant Legion appeared at her door.

“The Legion is ready, priestess” he reported.

“As am I,” she said, and walked from the room.

Minutes later, Varonia walked up the steps of the Cathedral of Eternal Vigilance. Galvion and his minions had locked themselves inside. Summo
ning the ancient power of the Scions, she whirled her staff and shattered the cathedral’s massive doors.

The High Sentinel’s guards waited inside, hunkered behind a barricade. Blaster fire lit up the room. Driven by a holy fury, Varonia raised her staff and summoned a shell of illumination, deflecting energy bolts back at her attackers. As they took cover, she strode forth, scattering the barricade like cordwood. Terrified, the guards surrendered at her feet.

Varonia found Galvion cowering beneath
a statue of holy Dominus. Trembling, he stood, his voice cracking as he addressed her.

“How dare you? In the name of…”

Varonia ran forward and spun her staff into his jaw. The blow sent him reeling, and he fell heavily to the cold marble floor of the cathedral.

“Galvion!” she proclaimed, “I find you guilty of heresy against the Vigilant Church.” She grabbed the collar of his ceremonial robes, and dragged him outside. An angry crowd of the faithful had gathered on the steps of the cathedral.

“
This is outrageous!” Galvion protested. “I demand a trial. I demand justice!”

“Do not fear,” said Varonia. “Justice will indeed be served.”

She hurled Galvion’s body down the temple steps. His robes tore and fell away, exposing his frail and pasty figure, and was swiftly enveloped by the angry mob. Screams echoed through the streets of the Cassian capital as the crowd passed judgment.

Lightning above, then thunder. Soon a cleansing rain fell from the heavens, washing away the stain of the past.

Quick Facts

$A Gathering Storm$

Faction: Dominion

No. of Collectibles required: 7

Type: Tales from Beyond the Fringe

Corrigan Doon and the Star of Dominus

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Guide

Inside of a empty basket, next to a hay full basket, small well, a little further from nearby house entrance, Copperworth Village.
On a small rock, at the center of Research Station Tidebloom, west from the biggest house in this area.
On ground, near the closed entrance to a house nearby on north, Sterling Croft.
On a small table, next to control console and large, metal pillar, Southeastern Sterling Reach.
In order to reach this part of Sterling Reach, you need to activate the control consoles west from tale marked position. Control Console stands next to deactivated, teleportation, pressure plate.
On a table, inside of a Diluvian Depths Cave, Southeastern Sterling Reach. As you enter this cave, turn right, and keep walking right following this side of a cave.. At the Northern part of cave, in a tight tunnel, just before the last room, you can find this tale.

In order to reach this part of Sterling Reach, you need to activate the control consoles west from tale marked position. Control Console stands next to deactivated, teleportation, pressure plate.
On a table, in front of a Radiant Warden Vezir, draken quest giver, Vigilant Heart Outpost.
In a riverbed, close to nearby dirt roads, Darkspire Wilds.

Map

Ellevar

Corrigan Doon and the Star of Dominus

Lore

The sounds of gunfire and swordplay echoed through the bowels of the marauder ship, followed by a series of bone-shattering explosions. Dark smoke billowed up from the lower decks, accompanied by a cacophony of incomprehensibly foul space-pirate profanity.

Moments later, Corrigan Doon burst through the smoke, clutching a polished skull in one hand and an open bottle of Redmoon Slush in the other. Despite the bloodthirsty howls in the passageway behind him, he stopped and took a long pull off the bottle.

Mid-swig, the voice of Cosine, his irascible mechanical navigator, came squawking over his datachron.

“Doon! Are ye there? What in the bloody hell were those explosions?”

“Nothing to worry about, love. That was just me, detonating the plasma charges.”

“WHAT?!” Cosine bellowed.. “Are ye bloody DAFT? The charges were for the security doors that led to the escape pods!”

Corrigan finished off the potent beverage and tossed the bottle nonchalantly behind him. As he did so, a black-toothed marau
der appeared out of the smoke, slipped on the bottle, and fell backwards into the rest of Corrigan’s pursuers.

“Had to improvise, Cosine,” Corrigan said, pulling a crumpled map from his pocket. “Bring the Phoenix around. You’ll have to pick me up in the launch bay.”

“THE LAUNCH BAY? Of all the stupid, half-baked…!” Corrigan switched off the datachron, and started running.

It had all started three days ago. The Star of Dominus, a fabulous jewel purportedly brought from planet Nexus by the first
emperor of the Dominion himself, had been stolen by marauders in a daring raid. As they escaped with the priceless heirloom into the Darkspur Nebula, news of the incident had spread like wildfire across the galaxy.

Corrigan Doon recognized a golden opportunity when he saw one. While Dominion bureaucrats argued over the best course of action, he ventured deep into the heart of marauder territory to retrieve the jewel himself. For a man like Lucky Doon, it was going to be simple.

Of course, things hadn
‘t exactly gone according to plan. Although he had successfully boarded the ship, broke into the captain’s quarters, and taken the ornamental skull in which the gem was now mounted, there had been… complications.

After successfully evading a dozen guards, three battlebots, and a cyborg-ape named “Professor Monkeyzooka”, Corrigan burst into the launch bay followed by a horde of screaming marauders. Moments later, Cosine expertly piloted the Phoenix into the cavernous space, trailing three heavily armed
ships. Banking sharply, he lowered a tow cable from the hull and brought the ship in parallel with Corrigan on the launch deck.

Corrigan leapt off the deck, grabbing the cable before almost plummeting to his death. Swinging wildly as the cable retracted, Corrigan pulled out his pistol and targeted the bay’s rapidly receding control panel. Closing the doors behind the Phoenix was their only chance to escape.

It was impossible. A one-in-a-million shot. And Cosine never heard the end of it.

Quick Facts

$Corrigan Doon and the Star of Dominus$

Faction: Dominion

No. of Collectibles required: 7

Type: Tales from Beyond the Fringe

The Maiden’s Tale

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Guide

On ground next to a Comm Relay 140A, The Undergrove.
On top of the tallest platform, where the group of quest givers can be found, next to NPC Furgh the Fist, The Undergrove area.

Jump over airshrooms.

Use the elevator.
On a blade of a huge sword statue, Sword Point.
Behind Torine house, close to the tall metal wall, Giant’s Wall.
On ground, close to the pile of metal junk, Giant’s Wall.
At the bottom of a tall tree, among blueish grass, and a small tree with a strange crown, Discovery Heights.
On ground, beside plants with spikes, Discovery Heights.
Close to a radar and couple of red boxes, Discovery Heights area.
On ground, next to a tall wall, close to an airshroom, Everpool Approach area.

Map

Wilderrun

The Maiden’s Tale

Lore

Tresayne Toria stared up the flagship ramp, eyes burning with intensity that her Mechari captors mistook for grief. When one reached for her scabbard, she covered its grip. “My sword is my badge of office. Visibly deprive me of it, and my people will never see you as other than subjugators.”

The Mechari pondered and withdrew. “Your primitive ornamental weapon is harmless. Proceed.”

Watched by hundreds of constructs, she followed a broad boulevard of sepulchral illumination curving upwards as her
second-in-command’s last words reverberated in her mind: We swore to serve you to the death, sister. Some vow that if you leave…

Face burning with shame, Tresayne recalled her curt reply: Thank you for your service, Octavia. But this I must do alone.

Impossibly, it had been only days since the Eldan’s fleet had arrived blotting out the skies over Meridia, capital city of the Cassian Commonwealth. Their purpose: offer the greatest warrior in Cassian history the privilege of abduction in exchange for
making her people an empire. As to alternatives, the response was concise: “Board our flagship and your world will be spared.”

Nearing the massive doors at the end of the hall, her escort turned to her: “Terms satisfied. Your world will be spared.”

“I know.” Tresayne unsheathed her sword. Turrets swiveled. Warnings blared. She smiled, and stepped forward.

What followed she would later recall only as a half-remembered dream. Her blade moved like a fiery blur, slashing diagonally through cybernetic
thoraxes and savagely severing metal heads. Attacking with blind instinct and carefully controlled fury, she waded through hundreds of mechanical foes, her progress marked by showers of sparks and geysers of molten circuitry. All fell before her, their remains scattered on the floor in piles of smoking ruin.

Bleeding from more than a dozen wounds, she approached the set of doors at the far end of the hall. They opened silently before her, the room beyond empty but for a lone figure perched serenely on
an onyx chair. Sword held before her, Tresayne stalked forward.

“I am Axis Pheydra,” the figure said. “Lower your weapon.”

In response, Tresayne, threw her sword with lightning speed at Pheydra’s head. With a sound like ripping silk, it twirled through the air and sank hilt-deep in the back of the chair, quivering harmlessly through Pheydra’s sneer. A hologram, Tresayne realized dully. Of course.

“We chose you well.” Pheydra rematerialized behind her. “You are indeed a fascinating specimen.”

Glaring through blood-matted tresses, Tresayne unsheathed her dagger. “You knew I’d attack.”

“We calculated its high probability. As we did your survival.”

“Did you calculate this?” She raised the blade to her throat. “I wish to renegotiate. My sisters come with me. They will share in my fate.”

Pheydra studied her and nodded.

“That can be arranged.”

Sheathing her dagger, Tresayne spat at the feet of the hologram, then turned to retrieve her sword.

“When do we leave?”

Quick Facts

$The Maiden's Tale$

No. of Collectibles required: 9

Type: Tales from Beyond the Fringe

A Perfect Strike

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Guide

On a wooden platform, close to taxi station, Marshal’s Haven area.
On a wooden platform, next to a radar and small power generator, on top of a large tree, high above in air, Twilight Grove.

You can climb on a tree here.

Follow a wooden path trail.

Here is a tricky part just before the wooden platform with the tale on.
On ground, between campfire and a wooden bench, Sister’s Watch area.
Inside web, next to Duskfang spiders eggs, The Strange Glade ara.
Inside northwestern part of Luminai Hybridization Complex. In order to enter this facility you have to be on the last objective part of the quest The Gatekeeper
On ground, close to an end of a long pipe, Kel Ulgar area.
Inside a tiny cave, behind a creature Twilight Mauler, Northern Wilderrun.
On a box, next to a NPC Freebot Socket, Devastation Ridge.
On a small red crate that stands on metal platform, next to creature Pyrolos the Inferno, Spirevale Landing area.

Map

Wilderrun

A Perfect Strike

Lore

Tresayne had never seen a creature like it. Sleek pelt the same emerald of the fronds for which she’d first mistaken its upturned ears. Vertical lavender slits raked the undergrowth. It sniffed, revealing incisors longer than her arms. Beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. She ascribed the prickly chill that swept over her to nightfall before recognizing it for fear. Aglow with exhilaration, she was unsure if she could actually kill it.

She had stalked it over most of Wilderrun’s arboreal sprawl fo
r days, waiting for the beast to sleep, drink, or relax its guard. It had done none of these, its behavior, its sudden existence, as cryptic as the enigmatic whims of the Eldan that had brought her here.

Whims. Stolen across the stars to assist in the creation of a god, her progeny sent to Cassus to rule an empire. Yet here she remained, Tresayne Toria, the Siegebreaker of Bellariaus, Scourge of the Black Fleet, cursed with immortality and no foes left to overcome. After all her storied victories, had s
he failed some final test? Was this idleness penance for some forgotten cowardice? Had she still a part to play? As day followed day without deviation, the prospect seemed increasingly foolish.

But this beast had changed everything. It had slaughtered four of her sisters, seemingly without effort, their blood still warm when she found them. Staying only long enough to whisper the Sisterhood’s ancient death-rites over the bodies of the fallen, she had set off to track the beast. And now, after six days o
n the hunt, she had finally caught up to it.

The beast’s massive bulk sidled gracefully beneath her. Blade poised above her head, Tresayne leapt from the tree.

Her sword drew blood – but the creature sensed her attack, striking faster than she thought possible. As she landed, a spreading warmth confirmed it had opened her side like a flower. Rolling and pivoting in one fluid motion, she rammed her sword up through its chest, feeling the shudder of its pierced heart. Perfect. Dying, she sank to the gr
ound, twisting the blade and pulling it free as the blood pooled beneath her.

If the beast felt pain, it gave no sign. With regal slowness, it stalked over her crumpled form, the wound on its chest closing before her eyes. Feeling its hot, sweet breath ruffling her hair, she awaited the sting of fangs on her throat and the cold release of death that would inevitably follow.

Instead she heard it speak to her, the words resonating in her head like a gong: Long have I waited for you, huntress. I am Vita
ra.

As the creature’s lambent, wise-sad eyes loomed into her fading vision, Tresayne spat blood in its face.

War comes, mortal. Your heart is strong, and your blade sharp. Serve me and live. Refuse me and die. What is your wish?

Silence reigned in the glade. Gravely, Vitara turned to leave.

An instant later, Tresayne’s bloody fist closed around the creature’s tail. A hoarse rattle emanated from her throat, forming a single word as it left her lips.

“Sword…”

Quick Facts

$A Perfect Strike$

No. of Collectibles required: 9

Type: Tales from Beyond the Fringe

The Pit

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Guide

Inside Wreck of the Novus. Entrance to this wrecked ship is south of Shinysand Oasis. In southeastern part of the ship, Sector 5. On a gold pile.
Southernmost part of Malgrave. On beach, inside shallow water.
Just before the entrance to Sparkmire Mine, western Slushstill Plateau. On a table, next to group of Robo-Cultists.
On top of a box, next to Game Hunter Joresh, NPC quest giver, just bellow large animal rib bones, Game Hunter Joresh’s Campsite area.
On a box, inside Foulflesh camp, The Blasted Wasteland.
Inside wrecked house, on a table, The Town of Gravestone area.
Inside Rancher Rishka’s Camp, close to Far-Trader Kuja (Quartermaster) and Rancher Rishka.
Inside a bluish cargo container, on a small platform, southwest of Robber’s Rest area.
On top of a platform, next to a “space boat”, Swindler’s End area.
On a table, in front of a karaoke stand, Swindler’s End area.

Map

Malgrave

The Pit

10.

The Pit

Lore

Oren didn’t recognize the shrieks as his brother’s until they pulled the leathery sack off his head. His hands and feet were painfully bound. A twisted behemoth dug blackened nails into his scalp and yanked him by his hair, flinging him into the dirt at the edge of a roaring fire. He had a glimpse of giggling meatfiends flaying his brother’s torso before his head hit a rock and he blacked out.

He awoke in darkness. He was at the bottom of a deep pit in a slurry of decomposing flesh, lying amidst the
corpses of what he assumed were the Dreg’s latest victims. The smell was nauseating. High above he could see the night sky through a twisted metal grating that covered the pit, cruelly adorned with barbs, spikes and hooks. Escape was impossible.

Oren and his brother had come to Malgrave seeking treasure, languidly disregarding the Lopp’s repeated warnings about the Dreg. Three days after leaving Shinysand Oasis, their caravan had come under attack by Dreg raiders. After slaughtering their animals and
burning their supplies, the Dreg had taken the two brothers back to their camp.

On the second night he heard the steel grating open with a rusty scritch, and barely had time to conceal himself under a pile of corpses before a Dreg came down on a rope. Snarling, it stabbed at the pile under which Oren lay, only missing his eye by an inch. Then it grabbed a corpse, tugged the rope twice, and was hauled back up. After hearing the grating close above, Oren crawled out, found a broken bone and spent the
rest of the night sharpening it against the rough stone wall of the pit.

On the third day he woke to echoing growls from above, raised in disagreement. Then the grating swung back and the Dreg once again came down on the rope, growling indignantly as it ransacked the corpses. Seeing his chance, Oren stood up from his hiding place. The Dreg turned and uttered a bewildered croak as Oren jabbed the bone spear in his ear. After seizing a wicked looking knife out of the Dreg’s dead hand, Oren grabbed the
dangling rope and jerked on it twice.

Oren was hauled up over the edge of the pit, squinting against the sunlight. Howls of confusion and anger rung out from all around. A hulking figure rushed him, swinging a bloodstained sword. Oren brought the knife up and stabbed his attacker in the neck, but the sword cut deep into his side. He stumbled to the ground, the blood pooling in the dirt beneath him.

Oren felt the rush of approaching feet and let his eyes shut. There could be nothing worse than what he
had already endured. He heard blades shriek free as they surrounded him. Then silence. Opening his eyes, Oren saw hundreds of Dregs kneeling in the dust before him, then looked at the still quivering corpse of the one he’d slain. A Dreglord. And by killing him, Oren had inherited his power. Smiling as he slid into oblivion, he issued his first and final order to his new subjects.

“Into the pit with you all.”

Quick Facts

$The Pit$

No. of Collectibles required: 10

Type: Tales from Beyond the Fringe

Phineas T. Rotostar in “The Protostar Difference!”

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Guide

On a small box, close to an elevator – Maintenance Lift 1 that can take you to Shardspire Canyon.
On ground, inside small tent, on top of a rock plateau in Shardspire Canyon. In order to reach this plateau you have to jump through Pure Loftite Crystals in area. This Crystals give necessary jumping boost that you can use in order to climb this high.
At the bottom of a tall wooden shack, Sunsetter Junction area.
In river bed, close to a small metal bridge, Highbed Creek area.
On a table, inside blueish metal house, behind PSPN Associate Producer, The Hellrose Bowl area.
On top of the stairs that lead to second floor of a blueish metal house, The Hellrose Bowl area.
On a cactus, close to a Falkrin War Banners, Scourwind Perch area.
On ground, inside Grimclaw’s Den, next to Grimclaw.
On ground, close to a green laser fence, The Fiera Plains area.
On ground, inside an Eldan stucture (house), Containment R-12 area.

Map

Malgrave

Phineas T. Rotostar in “The Protostar Difference!”

10.

Phineas T. Rotostar in “The Protostar Difference!”

Lore

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The trouble with the way his people did business, P.T. realized, was a lack of focus, organization, and manpower – traits he believed were contained, but suppressed, in the genetic material of every Corporixian. Although their bots handled most physical tasks for the corporations that made up Corporix’s planetary government, Corporixian populations were in severe decline. Evolved dislike of one another – a trait that had made them a fortune in competitive marketplaces – reached a
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The first prong relied on P.T.’s knowledge of the CGE. He started buying up as many genetic profiles as he could, selling a few for
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Quick Facts

$Phineas T. Rotostar in$

No. of Collectibles required: 10

Type: Tales from Beyond the Fringe