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Spiders of Nexus

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Guide

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

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Wilderrun

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

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…”

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$A Perfect Strike$

No. of Collectibles required: 9

Type: Tales from Beyond the Fringe

Mysterious Agreement

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Lore

Jariel: The Archon

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Within this facility, we will achieve the single greatest accomplishment in the history of our people – the creation of the Genesis Prime. This task has not been without its challenges. Even with their vast knowledge, the Orders have experienced difficulties in developing the necessary technology – but I have recently come to an agreement with an… interested party. We should obtain the required designs before long.

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Type: Datacube

Protoplasmic Resonator

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Lore

Vorion: Order of the Makers

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Beyond these doors lies the Protoplasmic Resonator, a device so complex that even I do not yet completely understand its design. Once initiated, it will infuse the six vessels of the Genesis Prime with massive amounts of primal energy, deconstruct their primal matrices, and then reassemble them into one being. It is truly an extraordinary piece of technology. I have pressed the Archon to reveal to me where he obtained the design for this machine, but he has vehemently refused to do so.

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Type: Datacube

Project Success

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Lore

The Caretaker

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It appears that the Eldan have been successful in their efforts to create the Genesis Prime, a being whom they have named Drusera after one of their oldest and most powerful mythical deities. Once fully trained, she will have the ability to… well… to do just about anything, I suppose. She is also quite a pleasant individual, which, upon reflection, seems like a beneficial trait if one is, for all intents and purposes, a god.

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Type: Datacube

Rix is Right!

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Guide

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

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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Type: Journal

Black Bret’s Demands

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Guide

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

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Map

Malgrave

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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