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Shinies of Ellevar!

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Lopp come to Ellevar looking for shinies, and Lopp not disappointed! If you also Lopp, or just big-folk who think like Lopp, maybe you are also looking for shinies and fun times. This guide for you!

WHAT SHINIEST OF SHINIES?
Hard to choose! Eldan shinies are good place to start. Who Eldan? Who knows? More to point, who cares? Good question! Answer is, big-folk like Exiles and Dominion! So Eldan shinies are shiny that shines twice: once when found, and again when sold by
far-trader to big-folk!

BIG-FOLK LOSE SHINIES ALL THE TIME. Shinies of all kinds! These shinies best judged on case-by-case basis. Find smart far-trader or treasure hunter to help price your find!

LEGENDS OF MANY OTHER LOST SHINIES!
These are a thing! Biggest shinies of all are hoarded by the Big Green Death. You don’t want to mess with BGD, she is bad times! But still, only way to get best shinies! What to do? Hire big-folk! Hasn’t worked so far, but has to sometimes!
Try to hire big horn folk for starters. They think big hunting times super-fun but don’t care about shinies. I know! But true. Get all the shinies, big horn folk do all the killing!

Don’t forget, little creatures can contain shinies too. Snoglugs! Steamgliders! Splorg! Shiny shells, shiny gas bladders, and shiny eyeballs, respectively. Shinies everywhere!

SERIOUSLY, SHINIES ARE EVERYWHERE! So go get them, treasure hunters!

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Song Selections: Dominion Popular Category

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[A selected playlist of the songs available on this Protostar Repeatable Automated Musical Accompaniment System, or PRAMAS, shows that the owner of this outdoor bar is a loyal Vigilant and a devoted citizen.]

ARTEMIX AND THE ZINTHETICS
– (You Know) Dominus Wasn’t Reborn Yesterday
– Beyond the Fringe of My Heart
– Chua, Chua, Choose Me

AZRION CONNECTION
– More than a Hybrid
– Say, Say, Scion
– Vigilant Hearts Can’t Be Broken

THE SINGING LEGIONNAIRE

– Kill the Exiles
– Death to the Exiles Forever
– Exiles Are Gonna Die (and I Don’t Mind)

IMPERIAL CORPS OF FUNK-TELLIGENCE
– Cozmotronic Funk-Telligent Life form Kerplosion
– One Dominion Under the Groove-O-Matic
– Shake It Like a Broken Datachron

NEW MILLENNIALS
– (Girl You’re) Terraformin’ Me Down
– Heart Like a Spindrive
– Luminai, Lovin’ You

LOWBORN LOUTS
– (Me Ma Was a) Mean-Eyed Dagun
– Marchin’ off to War (The Trooper’s Lament)
– Sally Slush Did Me Wrong

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Interview with the Radiant Star

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RAW TRANSCRIPT: INTERVIEW TA-142/AZ

NOT AUTHORIZED FOR RELEASE
IF FOUND, CONTACT DATACHRON ID KEVO021
DO NOT READ

ARTEMIS ZIN: You’re live or maybe recorded with Artemis Zin from the surface of Nexus! Today I’m skipping my usual introductory monologue about my favorite topics – which are me, and to a lesser extent Kevo – to find out more about my very special guest: Commander Toric Antevian of the Radiant Legion!

TORIC ANTEVIAN:
Good day, m’lady.

AZ: So formal. So charming. So Toric.

TA: What? What was that? Were you just doing a bit?

AZ: A what? I don’t do “bits,” darling. That was just me, describing you, of course.

TA: Well, it sounded like a bit. So what can I do for you, Lady – er, Miss – that is…

AZ: Artemis. My name is Artemis, Commander. Or may I call you Toric?

TA: I’d rather you didn’t, if it’s all the same to you.

AZ: Lovely, Toric. So charming.

TA: Stop that. Ow! And that.

AZ: Relax, it’s an audio interview.

TA: I’m not sure what that – what I mean is, can we get on with this? I have maneuvers.

AZ: You certainly do.

TA: With the men.

AZ: Go on…

TA: The men of the Legion! Now please, just – please, ask your questions. There is work to do, and war afoot.

AZ: I do love when you talk that way. Why are you so flustered, darling? You know I’m just having fun.

TA: Artemis, this isn’t funny. I believe in this. You make sport of it.

AZ:
Are you saying you’re tired of me?

TA: No, I – is that cambot still recording?

AZ: Of course not!

TA: Okay. Our… relationship. I’m not ashamed. But you must understand, duty always comes first. It must, or it is a word that means nothing. I will not let down the men and women I lead, and I will not be made sport of for entertainment. No matter how I… may feel.

AZ: About me?

TA: About you. Yes. Artemis, I –

AZ: I am certain I know what you’re going to say. Don’t bother.
Let us get back to the interview, shall we?

TA: Sure. You’d better turn that cambot back on.

AZ: What? Oh, yes, right. But mark me, Toric Antevian, this conversation will continue. Now – begin recording, cambot – I’m here with Toric Antevian, commander of the Radiant Legion and an inspiration to billions of Dominion citizens, especially the lowborn Cassians who claim him as one of their own. Good to see you, Commander Antevian.

TA: And you, Lady Zin.

[Playback Paused]

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The Words of the Masters

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[This collection of scraps and fragments appear to be a collection of Eldan statements and records assembled by the Pell in a haphazard fashion.]

Project is all we have… hoped for the procedure to achieve new greatness in these otherwise unimpressive… subjects show progress.

Primal matter and primal energy… interchangeable focus and concentration of powers equal… reach a state of equilibrium and self-sustaining… pressure
variations.

… if the Project does not succeed, all work is… nothing can manifest a sufficient level of power suppression, but we believe… the others cannot understand what we have attempted. What we will… decide at a later time.

Primevals experiment wildly successful in terms of… every attempt at recapture has failed, recommend… protocols calling for extermination and reconstitution and cloning procedures will be appropriate for… the future of Nexus.

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WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS
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with a craving for your flesh.
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Ravenok agent for details.
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Tracking the Hybrid

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First Day of the Hunt
They tell me the beast is no typical monster. Bound to the very planet by infernal root and treacherous stem, the Hybrid is as much plant as animal, a demon and a blossom of death. It will not be the first such creature I have faced, but I must prepare. Every hunt is unique. I shall take my time, and study the beast.

Second Day of the Hunt
The jabbering little Lopp are little more than prey dressed up as merchants and playing at the hunt. They are not my targets today, but they
will tell me of the Hybrid. This “stemdragon.” They say it hoards some fantastic treasure, but I care not. The only thing I want from this Hybrid is a truly challenging hunt.

Third Day of the Hunt
I have followed the course the Lopp gave me, and told them I would bring news of any “shinies” I should find. A promise I shall keep, ridiculous as it may be, if the Lopp have treated with me honorably. They have no reason not to. The hoard is of no use to me. It is only the head of the Hybrid, my trophy, th
at I seek.
I have emerged from a hidden cave network into a secluded glen cut off from the rest of the region. Now to study my prey from a distance… if I find it before it finds me.

Fourth Day of the Hunt
The Lopp will pay for this. This is no Hybrid! No “dragon”! There is nothing of the beast about this creature at all! It is a flower, nothing more. A large flower, true, but nothing a sharp blade cannot slice down in a single blow.
Still, only a fool rushes the hunt. I have found a place to
observe the creature. Perhaps there is more to it than meets the eye. I released a few small decoybots disguised as jabbits to see what this stemdragon made of them. Then it came to life in an instant, snapping at one of them immediately. It barely damaged one of the decoys before giving up, however. The Lopp insist the thing ran them out of the valley. How? It is rooted to the very valley floor! Not even a robotic decoy was able to get itself caught by the stemdragon. What danger could
it have posed to the Lopp? The vermin are making sport of me, I think. Tomorrow, I shall begin the hunt. I do not expect it to take long.

Fifth Day of the Hunt
The Hybrid fooled me, and earned its name, for my hunt does not go as planned. I knew it was fast, but it can move. I mean, really move – it erupted from the ground in a shower of earth and stone, roaring into the sky, and charged on strong legs of fibrous sinew! A dragon indeed, big as a shuttlecraft and fierce as a space-crazed pumera. Now I
have become the prey, or so it must believe. But I am patient. This wound is not mortal. I can wait in this tree for some time. It must return to the soil eventually.
And when it does, I have a new plan. Trophies are overrated. I will burn this creature to ashes, or I shall die trying.

[The state of this journal and the lack of subsequent entries seems to indicate the Draken hunter who kept this journal went with the latter option.]