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Hear me, Lightkeeper, for my heart is heavy, and this world is full of horrors.
The machines come for us. They hunt us day and night. The queen says they did not follow us. They could not. But how can she be certain? She said they would not take our world from us, that the Wise Ones would hold strong, that our allies would find us and save us. She thinks they saved us.
But what did they save us for? And what did they save us
from?
Every night, I hear them. The mighty blades, swinging and sawing through the very heart of the forest. I hear the screams of the trees as the Reapers cut them down. Things live in the treetops. The Aurin, the other creatures of the forest… all dead… a rain of blood.
Did you hear our cries, Lightkeeper? Did you see the scarlet drops cascade down from the canopy onto the huddling, the terrified, the desperate?
If you did
not hear us then, hear me now. Take this offering, the last seed I carried from Arboria. Bless this seedling and make it grow. Let this seedling take root in the fertile soil of this new world. And when the machines come again, as they must, let this seedling stand proud, strong, and indomitable. Help us, Lightkeeper. Help me. Guide me to courage, for I have no courage left.
Quick Facts
Faction: Exile
Type: Journal
Big horns! Too many errors in calibrations. Dominion dish network going out of whack. Not Chua fault. BIG HORN’S fault! So pay attention!
Dish network very sensitive. Calibrations very complicated. Big horns no good at calibrations. So big horns don’t try!
Is very simple. Need calibrations? Network go out? CALL A CHUA! Any Chua will do, but try to call Chua in charge of calibrations if big meaty claw-hands capable of properly using
datachron without stabbing self.
Why Draken even try to use machines? This should be Chua work! Must talk to superiors.
Anyway! Dish Network Protocols!
1. Call Chua before you do anything!
2. Don’t touch dish controls!
3. Seriously don’t!
4. Don’t touch auxiliary dish controls!
5. Don’t touch backup auxiliary controls!
6. See #1!
– Network Tech Rondo
Quick Facts
Faction: Exile
Type: Journal
Klaxons blared on the bridge of the Blue Horizon, and Dorian Walker tapped the ship’s life-support display. Not good. As he’d been in kind of a hurry when stealing the ship, there hadn’t exactly been time to kick the tires.
Like he’d always said, a stupid plan could only go two ways: bad and worse. Now he only had a few minutes of air left, and no idea where he was going.
Still, it wasn’t like he’d had much of a choice. The Exile Fleet was in a bad spot, heavily damaged after they’d rescued
the Aurin on Arboria. Time and resources were running out, and it was only a matter of time before the Dominion caught up to them. They needed a new home, and Dorian was going to find it.
Of course, that depended on him surviving the next few minutes. He had enough air and fuel left for one more hyperjump, and then it was the end of the road.
Dorian’s weathered volume of The Book of Dominus sat propped open on a nearby console. Worn, dog-eared and heavily annotated, the apocryphal book had been in
his family for centuries. Like many of his ancestors, Dorian was convinced it held the secret to finding Nexus, which, of course, had led to stealing the Blue Horizon.
That questionable decision had been after he’d spoken to Klegg, a grizzled old spacer he’d met in a bar on the Gambler’s Ruin. After hearing Klegg describe an oddly shaped nebula he’d seen way out beyond the Fringe, Dorian had been convinced that that it pointed the way to Nexus. And from there, things had gone downhill.
Dorian’s vision began to fade, as he slumped over the navigation console. He had been searching the quadrant for weeks, hadn’t eaten in days, and now his air was running out. There were still dozens of possible star systems to investigate, but he only had time to choose one.
That was when he saw her.
At first, Dorian thought he was hallucinating. An ethereal girl had appeared next him on the bridge, floating above the deck, the hood of a robe obscuring her delicate features. Light from the command
consoles seemed to bleed through her translucent form. Smiling enigmatically, she raised her arm to the ship’s viewscreen, where Dorian saw three faint stars blinking in the black void. When he looked back, she was gone.
Struggling to breathe, Dorian mapped the coordinates and set a course. Moments later, the field of stars exploded into a brilliant burst of light, followed by blackness.
When Dorian awoke, the blue-green surface of a pristine world filled the viewscreen. Chemical composition good.
Atmosphere compatible. Life form readings off the charts.
Two moons. A set of rings. That weird nebula. Everything just as the Book of Dominus had described it.
A home. He had found them a new home.
Dorian set the ship’s autopilot for a landing and stumbled toward the airlock. Soon, it would open, flooding the ship with fresh air. Looking back to the viewscreen on last time, he finally allowed himself to speak the planet’s name.
“Nexus….”
Quick Facts
Faction: Exile
No. of Collectibles required: 7
Type: Tales from Beyond the Fringe
WEAPONS DEPOT: THERMOCK HOLD
Inventory List
12 x ArctArms Unislot Z-Blade
7 x Galaxtec Nanoburst Photon Gun
24 x ThetaTech Hyperwave Blasters (pair)
26 x Vega Defense Offensive Shields
16 x Polaris “QuickCleave!” Sword
8 x Polaris “FlashShot!” Pistols (pair)
8 x Polaris “MindFreeze!” Psyblade
42.7 x Assorted Timed Explosives, Small-Yield
116 x Assorted Timed Explosives, Medium-Yield
283.9 x
Assorted Timed Explosives, High-Yield
41 x Assorted Timed Explosives, Massive-Yield
806 x Improvised Timing Devices
1,933 x Improvised Detonators
4,200,000 x Rounds Universal Ammunition (estimate)
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QUARTERMASTER’S SUMMARY
This is gettin’ outta hand. I got enough munitions here to blow Thermock Hold sky-high, and I
can barely keep track of who’s usin’ what. I been on the horn to FCON every blasted day this month, and the high-and-mighty commander is too busy takin’ it to the Dommies to worry about my “logistics problem.” Well, this “logistics problem” could take out The Last Man Standing and most of the rest of the town besides the next time somebody drops a match.
That’s why I’m putting all this here gear on molecular lockdown. Won’t none of it
work for anyone without the code, and I’m the only one with the code. I ain’t givin’ it to no one but the commander, either, and only if he shows up in person.
Copyin’ this to my superiors up the chain. If this means they drum me outta FCON, so be it. At least I wasn’t lettin’ the relentless and reckless pursuit’a revenge get the better’a me, like some folk.
-Quartermaster Silverdown
Quick Facts
Faction: Exile
Type: Journal
– The Last Man Standing –
***Current Beverage Selections***
“Ask Grok for the latest arrivals.”
– Brewmaster Grok
OLD SQUIRGLICKER BROWN LAGER
A distinctive, nutty brown lager flavored with essence of squirg. Don’t worry, we’re completely sure the alchohol kills the microscopic parasites that can trigger homicidal squirg-zombie outbreaks. Well, pretty completely sure.
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GROK’S PRIVATE RESERVE NO. 7
A full-bodied ale brewed in the Granok tradition.
Numbers 1-6 have been withdrawn due to fatalities among non-Granok consumers. Also, the vomiting. So. Much. Vomiting.
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GNOX BLUE RIBBON
Looking to get drunk cheap? You came to the right place, so long as you’re ordering a GBR and don’t fill up on bread first.
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PROTOSTAR CLONE-STRENGTH MALTED LIQUOR-STYLE BEVERAGE WITH FLAV-O-RITE
Protostar pays handsomely to make us carry this… stuff. Look, it’s worst-selling beer
at The Last Man Standing for a reason, but even if you order one you’ll probably get a GBR. Grok has standards.
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MORDEBRÄU
Fortified with exotic serums, rare elements, genuine Grismaran spices, and a surprising alcohol level of 0%, this beverage is restricted to Mordesh patrons only – which is good, because no one else wants to drink it.
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LOPP DOUBLE-HOPPED
Brewed by Lopp artisans with rare Lagosian hops brought from their homeworld,
Lopp Double-Hopped has become the beverage of choice for patrons who also enjoy short scarves, absurdly tight denim pants, thick-rimmed spectacles, and asymmetrical haircuts. Ever since GBR was adopted by the masses without irony, at least.
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KROGGFIDDIE
Say what you will about the Darkspur Cartel, but they sure known how to distill a mean single malt. Even Exile judges have been known to kick back with a glass or
seven. Served on the rocks – not ice, but actual rocks, because Krogg are like that – or neat. We’re in Whitevale, you want ice, go get some.
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PIRATE-STRENGTH ROTGUT RUM
Marauders make this (the secret flavor? Bilge water!). It’s really strong. We’re probably not supposed to be selling it. Drink at your own risk. Hey, at least it’s not Slush.
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SLUSH CLASSIC
This is so illegal. It’s really only on the menu
because it makes us seem a little extra bad-ass. Please do not order this or the bartender will be arrested and probably hanged.
…………….Not For Sale (but seriously talk to the bartender)
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Quick Facts
Faction: Exile
Type: Journal