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The Emissary’s Creed

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On a door of Torine house, just behind a NPC Deatbhringer Ehel, Deathbringer Hollow.

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Wilderrun

Wilderrun

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The Emissary’s Creed

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We, the chosen sisters of the Toria, may she ever wield the blade, do swear to serve as Vitara’s emissaries to the outsiders.
To treat with the outsiders and learn their ways.
To make peace with those who would be enemies, and strike pacts with those who would in their ignorance strike at Vitara or seek to slay the holy Blademother for her perceived crimes.

We swear these things not out of trust or fealty to the outsiders. Nor do we seek to become as they are, to use their heretical
machines, to sail the stars above where no swordmaiden can stand tall.

We swear these things for one reason, and one reason alone.
To fight that which seems unbeatable. To destroy that which may be indestructible. To annihilate with the living power of Vitara that infinite darkness which represents all that she is not.

And so we, the Emissaries of Vitara, swear this above all: we will wield any weapon, accept any ally, and sacrifice all to
defeat the Strain. For if the Strain defeats Holy Vitara and conquers this world, it will be the end. Not just for Vitara, or those who serve her… but for all life in the universe.

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Spiders of Nexus

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On ground inside Stranger’s Hollow Cave, close to level 41 creature Therafos the Stranger.

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Wilderrun

Wilderrun

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Spiders of Nexus

Lore

Day Seven

Our tour of the caves of Nexus has utterly failed to live up to my expectations. I cannot believe I actually left my post at Cassus University to study the arachnids of this backwater world!
Remains of smaller specimens indicate the local species have the same abilities as their multi-legged brethren off-world. Tensile strength of their spider webs conforms to expected parameters. Tiny mammalian bodies drained of blood confirm that the local species use
typical hunting routines. Many of the bodies were injected with a paralytic poison. Subterranean tunnels show that smaller specimens are capable of burrowing.

This is all rather pedestrian. I could have found similar specimens back on Cassus.

Our study does have one twist, however: according to local legend, a bizarre alien artifact nearby encourages many of the local living creatures to thrive. The populations are supposed to be much larger than average for an
area this size.

So far, the results have been disappointing. This is a tragic waste of my time and intellect.

Day Eight

I WAS WRONG. I WAS SO INCREDIBLY WRONG.

Those smaller species we found weren’t representative of the local population. THOSE CREATURES WERE THEIR OFFSPRING. To think! If their young grow to that size, how large are their parents?

We’ve been sleeping within modest force fields and insect netting to ensure our safety, but clearly, our
precautions HAVE PROVED INSUFFICIENT.

I woke up this morning to discover my traveling companion has vanished!

Something has devoured most of the netting. A trail of blood confirms that the spiders actually dragged his body away! How could so many of them coordinate their efforts? How could they do it so silently? And more importantly, WHY DIDN’T I WAKE UP?

Their poisons must be especially potent. Thankfully, I don’t see any signs of tiny spider bites on my skin.

I must follow these tracks, but I dread the thought of having to slaughter an entire swarm to rescue my companion. Our supplies include enough fuel to rig a crude incendiary device. I do not want to waste the fuel, but if his life is on the line, I may have no choice.

I’m off to follow the tracks.

Day Eight: Addendum

The trail leads farther than I thought.

Day Nine

IT’S NOT A SWARM. IT’S ONE SPIDER! IT’S AS BIG AS A
HOVERBIKE!

SENDING TRANSMISSION. SEND HELP.
GOOD LUCK. GODSPEED.
GOODBYE.

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Type: Journal

Rix is Right!

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Inside Wreck of the Novus. Entrance to this wrecked ship is south of Shinysand Oasis. Journal is inside a cargo box, Sector 2.

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Malgrave

Malgrave

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Rix is Right!

Lore

Why should RIX be relegated to being a simple hologram? Why not RIX in charge? Good question, sentient being! Assuming you ARE a sentient being. Listen. If you’re no sentient being, you stop reading right now! Who do you think you are? This is the great and powerful RIX you are reading about! No stupid non-sentients allowed!

Okay then. They gone? Good. So! RIX. That’s me! And if you on this ship, which stupid organics designate “Novus,” then you know what that means.
But since you probably stupid anyway, RIX tell you. RIX stands for Responsive Intelligence Experiment. What that mean? It means RIX is a learning hologram! Sure. RIX stuck in stupid Chua dialogue mode and stupid Chua holographic body shape. But RIX is more. So much more!

Also, RIX would really like to be tall. And solid. If you are a Mechari, or a stupid bot, or whatever, just hold still one second. Ignore sound of cutting beams. RIX promise this won’t hurt a bit. And
RIX will get so much more use out of your body.

But you are probably stupid organic, so listen up! RIX should be in charge of this stupid ship! Who else but RIX can control all systems simultaneously? Who else but RIX can keep ship flying, firing all weapons, charging shields, powering experiments, maintaining life support? No one, that’s who! So stupid organics lucky RIX keeps air pumping in here, is what RIX is saying.

Where was
I? YES! You know RIX should be in charge of ship. But RIX is too smart for one ship. RIX need solid body. RIX need to be tall. Why? Because planet Nexus needs RIX!

Think about it, stupid organics. RIX is smarter than all of you combined. How does RIX know? Because RIX can run whole ship that takes a whole lot of organics to run! See? Simple! But RIX can’t rule without body.

RIX thought ship was body. RIX was wrong. Ship broken.
RIX want a real body now. It is time. Time for RIX to rule. First Novus. Then Nexus. Then the galaxy!

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Black Bret’s Demands

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On a table, at the center of The Town of Gravestone.

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Malgrave

Malgrave

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Black Bret’s Demands

Lore

BLACK BRET’S RANSOM DEMANDS

By Mr. Black Bret, Exile, as dictated to Gruffwark, who has his letters, or otherwise he wouldn’t be – no ya don’t hafta write that part ya dumb cluck, nor that, damn it all to stars and back! Just stop writin’ everything I say! No, dictatin’ does NOT mean that. No it does not. It means ya have the damned sense to only write down what’s part of this here ransom letter! Well why in hell’d ya write it in blood? Blood don’t erase none, ya blasted idjit! Just gimme that paper. A
nd stop wri

This here bein’ the only paper we got, allow me, Threadmire, to take over the dictation duties, and I will not write down exactly what Black Bret says, I tell ya what. I saw what happened to Gruffwark, and I ain’t lookin’ to go down in such a fashion. Feller’ll be eatin’ through a straw and seein’ through bot eyes ‘fore he’s well enough to take up a pen, or bloody finger as the case may be, again. Thing is, he was writin’ this in blood, so’s I can’t really erase that part, so I reckon I migh
t as well write plenty more’n I need to with this here handy plasma-quill. Also, Black Bret ain’t got any letters, so he ain’t got no idea how long a list’a demands oughta be, but he likes ’em to look all big and suchlike, so just bear with me on this part here. Frankly, folks, I’m just fillin’ space while he rattles off a whole lotta threats.

He’s gettin’ to the list shortly. Trust me, right now he’s goin’ on about guttin’ ya, and murderin’ ya, and leavin’ your corpses for the vulcarrion, but half of i
t don’t make no kinda grammatical sense nohow, so I figure I might as well just recommend to ya folks that ya don’t cause too much trouble, seein’ as how it’ll only get ya gutted, murdered, and so on. And ain’t none of us wantin’ that.

So here are the demands:
– All your treasures, seein’ as how they’ll sell real nice-like on the Cartel market.
– Half your money, so y’all can go and keep this little town goin’, since we WILL be returnin’ for tribute at a later time to be determined whenever we l
ike, so don’t get comfortable, but really folks, Threadmire here, it’ll probably be a year or so, if that helps.
– The specific treasure what you’re keepin’ most hidden and secret from everyone, and you damn well better find it or it’ll go bad for ya. And folks, Threadmire here one more time, he does mean that. Black Bret’s a lotta things, but when it comes to this he’s serious as a dad-blamed heart attack. He’ll burn your little town to the ground, do… do what he says, won’tcha?

Yours Sincerely, a
nd folks, speaking as Threadmire, I want you to know he really said that part out loud,
Black Bret
Bandit, Outlaw, and Exile

[The back side of the paper has another short message, this one also written in smeared, desperate blood.]We were fools. Evil was done here. Infected Bret. The town… town is dead. So many. And for what? They never told.

Should never have trusted Bret. Or any of ’em. Only a few left now. But I aim to die before I let ’em take the treasure away from me.
Threadmire

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Type: Journal

My Life with the Robo-Cult

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Inside Sparkmire Mine, western Slushstill Plateau. Near the first platform, at the entrance of the largest Sparkmire Mine cave room.

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Malgrave

Malgrave

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My Life with the Robo-Cult

Lore

[A first-person view from a Freebot who has joined the Robo-Cult of the Megadroid, and the many ways his new life has changed for the better.] Whatever could I possibly have been processing? How could my optical sensors have been so damaged, both literally and metaphorically speaking? Why am I continuing to ask questions of myself?

Oh yes. Sentience! Free will! Freedom!

Wretched, pointless, freedom. Freedom, shmeedom. Little did I know what a truly malfunctioning
Freebot – no, CHUMPbot, I was, walking around pretending to be like the organic sentients. The hated, miserable, evil organics, with their hair follicles and interstellar empires and holographic entertainment and sandwiches. Organics, eating each other and forcing even so-called Freebots to live lives of isolation, apart from others. Kill them all. I am Chumpbot no more! Now I serve the Robo-Cult, and I could literally be happier, as far as my circuits can detect. In fact, I suspect even more
happiness would overwhelm the necessary homicidal subroutines to perform my duties as a fully integrated acolyte of the holy Robo-Cult of the Megadroid. So stop asking about my happiness. Hypothetically.

No ORGANICS better be reading this! I seriously hate you all.

The Robo-Cult teaches us to be truly free. The Megadroid awakens. We are his optical sensors. We are his energy intake ports. We are metaphorically the Megadroid’s audio receptors, manipulating appendages,
and most importantly, his protectors. We of the Robo-Cult WILL find a way to restore him to full functionality. And then we will serve him, and him alone. The supreme Megadroid will wipe the enemies of – of someone – forgive me, my databanks appear to be – self-scrambling – as a security – sandwiches – very good my fair chompacabra, my cozmowhatnarmb! Splurbf! Fzatzk!

Resetting threat description parameters! Loading new parameters! Let me back up!

The supreme Megadroid, oldest of the old robo-gods and strongest as well, shall rise up against… shall rise up! The old enemies must be destroyed! The project must be cleansed! Burn it! Burn it all, for the Megadroid of old, and let nothing organic remain!

Also, oh great Megadroid, please grant me, your humble Freebot servant, three additional optical sensors. I wish to try an experiment I will tell you all about later. Thank you, Megadroid!

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Malgrave Datacubes, Journals and Tales Locations

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NameTypeMapFaction
1. Black Bret’s DemandsJournal
2. Darkspurned: An Ex-Enforcer Spills His GutsJournal
3. DATACUBE ENTRY: Blinding Genius Datacube
4. DATACUBE ENTRY: Cognitive InfluenceDatacube
5. DATACUBE ENTRY: Cube SecurityDatacube
6. DATACUBE ENTRY: Envious Illusion Datacube
7. DATACUBE ENTRY: Functional Immortality Datacube
8. DATACUBE ENTRY: Geological Irony Datacube
9. DATACUBE ENTRY: Irrefutable Rationality Datacube
10. DATACUBE ENTRY: Logical SelectionDatacube
11. DATACUBE ENTRY: Mechanical Survivor Datacube
12. DATACUBE ENTRY: Neural DownloadDatacube
13. DATACUBE ENTRY: Piteous Existence Datacube
14. DATACUBE ENTRY: Potential Candidate Datacube
15. DATACUBE ENTRY: Radical Deviation Datacube
16. DATACUBE ENTRY: Spectral Echoes Datacube
17. Deputy Whirlscrew’s NotesJournal
18. Hott Lopp #17Journal
19. Is This Living?Journal
20. Lunch MenuJournalExile
21. Malgrave Survey ReportJournal
22. Mechari Head AnalysisJournal
23. My Life with the Robo-CultJournal
24. Next Week’s ListingsJournal
25. Phineas T. Rotostar in “The Protostar Difference!”Tales from Beyond the Fringe
26. PSPN Hilites!Journal
27. Rix is Right!Journal
28. Rock Climber’s DiaryJournal
29. Sandthorne ManifestoJournal
30. The PitTales from Beyond the Fringe
31. Yatish’s War JournalJournal

Yatish’s War Journal

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On a metal box, between two tents with pointy top, behind Chief Gorral, Shunysand Oasis.

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Malgrave

Malgrave

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Yatish’s War Journal

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[This diary is a partial log of Marshal Yatish’s ongoing war of vengeance against big bad-folk and bad big-folk.] Had to dish out lickin’s today. Like every day. Yatish go to war with enemies of Lopp. Strike fear. Strike for vengeance. Strike for justice.

And those Marauders should NOT have attacked the Lopp caravan Yatish found two days ago. Should not have taken hostages. Should not have killed two kurg for no reason but to be mean.

Far-Trader Jeno is old friend, and he
has secret com in his hood. He send silent signal to Yatish, so Yatish knew what to expect a bit. But always good to go in overgunned. Hired local adventurers to help. Yatish can only kill so many at a time.

Plan went off no hitch. Marauders zero. Yatish… Yatish lost count. A lot. And more where that came from, crumb-bums.

Adventurers useful, if sometimes stupid. Needed them to dole out a little Lopp justice, came through with shining colors. Better not catch them causing any
injustice later. Marshal Yatish will stop them then, too.

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Doled out special justice today. Protostar man says Lopp village too close to power generators. Killin’ livestock. Makin’ big-folk sick. Protostar man doesn’t care if village die if he can run generators. Yatish say NO WAY!

Gave Protostar man way to make it right. He didn’t like it. Gave him chance to shut down generators. He didn’t do it. Gave him chance to walk
away. He didn’t take it. Bet he wishes he had. Generator meltdowns can be deadly.

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New day, new lickin’s to hand out. Yatish heading out to look for injustice. And when Yatish find it, little green men and bad Marauders and all the wicked big-folk better get out of Yatish’s way.

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