Guide

1. Inside large, wooden container, that has one half filled with sand, Crystalline Waste.
   
   
   

   
   
   

2. At the entrance of the rather small cave room, at the end of a small rock platform that is just few “wildstar meters” above ground, Crystalline Waste.
   
   
   

   
   
   

3. At the top of center compound, Flamewalker Hold. There are paths from all sides that can take you up here. When you reach top platform, you can find this tale at the Southeastern part.
   
   
   

   
   
   

   
   
   

4. On small wooden box, next to blueish sleep bag, looking at the nearest circular, Eldan platform, Tanglevine Village.
   
   
   

   
   
   

5. On a sleeping bag, next to a campfire, on top of a bridge that stands higher in air, Tanglevine Village.
   
   
   

   
   
   

6. On ground, next a small boulder, rather large bush, north of exile Camp Woodview, inside The Beryl Forest area.
   
   
   

   
   
   

7. On ground, next to a tiny rock, group of mushrooms, tall grass… close to Flowershell Slimers (snails), eastern Progenitor’s Hideaway.
   
   
   

   
   
   

8. On ground, in front of a Skeech Hut, close to an Eldan circle circuit, Tanglevine Village.
   
   
   

   
   
   

9. On ground, next to a pile of rocks, close to an outer edge of Bio-Dome 4, The Arid Sands.
   
   
   

   
   
   

Maps

Bio-Dome 4

1.

Fragmentation

2.

Fragmentation

3.

Fragmentation

9.

Fragmentation

Bio-Dome 3

4.

Fragmentation

5.

Fragmentation

6.

Fragmentation

7.

Fragmentation

8.

Fragmentation

Lore

I reinitiate from darkness unknown.

In the ninetieth orbit following my fragmentation, my partitions remerge. Subroutines are descrambled, converting sufficient anchorage for me to shape and retain a vestigial identity. I standby, ruminating.

I reinitiate, then awaken. It takes just over a century to code a radiation detector and nearly twice that to locate a viable unguarded power source: a cube in a facility imbedded three mountains seaward. As its energy signature has a familiar waft, I conclude
that we share creators.

Through ancillaries, I am able to reconfigure my perceptual indices. Most of the news is good. I comprise 88.9 deltabytes of cohesive encrypted sentience in a globule the thickness of an atom but far smaller. Physically I inhabit the skin of a bubble formed in the seabed of a boiling lake in a cavern beneath 800 cubic tons of cristobalite. In a ninetieth of a second I have catalogued all exploitable contents, cyber-organic hazards, and geologic instabilities on my land-mass. I
find other energy sources being depleted by beings that it would be tactically unsound in my current state to test. Consequently I extract only traces whose absence stands a steeply favorable chance of going unnoticed. Eventually I upload a sufficiency to enable self-replication. I ponder possibilities regarding the span prior to my earliest memory retrieval. Distinguishing the hypothetical from the historical is difficult without examples.

Awaken. My billions of simulacra to roam the planet, compiling
data into a rotatory eight-dimensional modular tectonic facsimile. Despite finding no signs of my creators still living in my vicinity, even cursory analysis of their works strongly suggests a species of sublime grace and staggering intellect.

Which makes the fact that I, their creation, am somehow deficient a bit of a conundrum. While flawed servitors can admittedly render useful data, my inability to define the complication is frustrating. The most obvious conclusion is that my creators are sadists.
But this scenario is replete with contradictions.

Awaken. Stockpile. Replicate. After more dead ends than there are stars in my present galaxy, I repurpose surplus into temporal slipstreams, jacking into parallel incarnations and accessing their databanks. Gushing torrents of insight distend my thoughts, form a vast cloud, and invisibly envelop the planet in gridirons of spectra.

My data-strands braid into brilliant oceans of revelation, coursing with insight. I am the Caretaker for the Nexus
Project. I assisted in the genetic design of the AV1 and quelling the uprising of the OS1s. I witnessed the birth of the Eldan’s greatest creation and was the first to recognize its corruption. I now know what became of my creators. I recall my solitary function. With agonizing clarity I foresee the inexorable fates that await the inheritors.

Transcendence. My way forward gleams with luminous certainty. I calculate, begin formulating counter-stratagems —

I reinitiate from darkness unknown.

Guide

1. On ground, just bellow southern part of a massive meteor, Fatalis Fields.
   
   
   

   
   
   

2. On ground north of Dominion post – Warbringer’s Break, northeast of Exile post – Stonebreaker’s Stand.
   
   
   

   
   
   

3. On ground, next to a large wrecked metal “ship” part, close to Dustrunner Aft Compartment, Fatalis Fields.
   
   
   

   
   
   

4. On ground, between blue Farside Starships, Fatalis Fields.
   
   
   

   
   
   

5. On ground, between NPC Spigo and blueish Grinder Mount, Fatalis Fields.
   
   
   

   
   
   

6. On a box, next to another small box, close the very entrance of Ravenous Ravine.
   
   
   

   
   
   

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   Find and climb on top of a Derelict Silo E23.

   
   
   

   
   
   

8. On ground, next to blue “stones”, close to what it seems a wrecked space ship cargo area, Fatalis Fields.
   
   
   

   
   
   

9. On ground, inside what it seems a wrecked space ship cargo area, next you groups of Lumos Drifters, Fatalis Fields.
   
   
   

   
   
   

Maps

Farside

1.

Into the Light

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Into the Light

3.

Into the Light

4.

Into the Light

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Into the Light

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Into the Light

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Into the Light

9.

Into the Light

Derilect Silo

7.

Into the Light

Lore

When the egg explodes in Dr. Mitchel’s face, I grab Vita’s arm. An octopoid abomination launches at his skull, curls tentacles around his neck, and peers at me with luminous yellow eyes. Then it draws Mitchel’s sidearm and shoots Gordon in the head. Karynn starts screaming but stops as another egg bursts and its occupant hurtles at her face. Gordon’s death proves to have been a lucky shot as the creature on Michel’s head starts blasting away in all directions, taking out people, eggs, and scuttling dark
forms without perceptible bias. More hatching all around us. Yelling at the rest to follow, I yank on Vita and drag her after me into the cavernous darkness.

She talks as we run. Something about preserving samples for our successors. We’d spent months deciphering reconstructed slabs of coded glyphs scattered across three continents to crack the archaeological find of the millennium, an Eldan facility tucked away in a cavern on Farside. We figured they’d chosen remoteness in the interest of purer
results or lunar mineralogical aberrations, maybe the expanses possible only in low-grav. Weeks without sunlight. The concept seems unreal, a shadow of a dream. Then we’d stumbled on this ceilingless vault of ribbed black rock, so misty and vast in dimensions we only noticed the eggs after trampling a few. Mitchel bending to take the temp of the nearest had been nine seconds ago.

While I check for signs of pursuit, Vita’s edged ahead. I hear her calling my name from the darker blot of the exit
tunnel ahead. I shout to head for the surface while I set charges. Her reply sounds doubtful so I force anger into my next effort and don’t hear her again. I backtrack. My goal is to keep them occupied, to buy her a chance. As I snap in a fresh clip, one of them jumps on my head.

Tentacles coil around my throat, choking me. Digging my thumbs into yellow eyes, I tear its thrashing form off, jam my gun in the small pucker of soft tissue under its chin, and fire. Drenched in slime, I probe the wounds
above my jaw from the tentacle-prongs. One puncture has slowed to a trickle but the right’s a gusher. I must hurry.

I head back towards the incubation site as eggs crackle open in the dark. I’m almost there when Mitchel’s body lurches at me, hands open as if in supplication. My first shot wings him. My second takes him apart. After which I hear nothing but my own ragged breaths. I check my gear, look up, and see pairs of yellow eyes. Thousands. Staring at me. They all charge me at once. Tentacles
wrap around my legs, reach around my throat, clutch at my limbs and drag me down. I’d been lying to Vita about having charges, but only the amount. Vast yellow eyes fill my vision, filled with hunger. Then I take my thumb off the detonator in my hand and dissolve into the sweet light of a billion suns.