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Dominion Investigator’s Notes

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On ground, next to corrupted flora, northern Spineridge Nest area.

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Southern Grimvault

Southern Grimvault

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Dominion Investigator’s Notes

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Grimvault Investigation Day 031

Can it truly be a month since we launched this ill-fated enterprise?

There is nothing living here in the Grimvault, at least not as we know life. There is movement here, murder and gore being spread by the tentacles and tendrils of something raw and evil. Beasts of corrupt origin spit forth from foul spawning grounds and the eyes….

The eyes. Watching. Always and forever, watching. They are everywhere.
Watching from the stalks, watching from the grasping fingers of the great one who watches over all. The Entity which no living thing can know, not if that living thing wants to survive.

I have no way of knowing this. Yet I do. The Medics on our expedition believe I am showing signs of stress. They say I may break. Someone else should take over.

I fear our Medics may be lost to the Entity. Perhaps they will have to die.

Grimvault Investigation Day 032

The Medics attempted to ply their foul potions on my form today. This will not be allowed, must not be allowed to happen. I cannot allow it. If I do, he will be… displeased.

When the Entity is displeased, he eats. Eats lives. Eats souls. Swallows them whole.

We have lost six since yesterday. No one who will be missed. Guard. Porters. An apprentice. I should miss the apprentice, but I will not.
I should honor the guards, but I cannot.

What is happening to me?

Grimvault Investigation Day 037

Yes. I can…speak into. This. Thing. I can…speak. I will…speak. The song of the Strain is mine to hear, now. It calls. I speak in reply. I speak.

Speak to me, lord of the Skurge, defiler of worlds. Speak to me with blood and disease. Death and corruption. The Strain.

It is all one. And we, we foolish small mortals with our foolish, small wars. We. Are going to. Die.

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Faction: Dominion

Type: Journal

A Carnivore’s Dilemma

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On ground, in northern part of Strain Tunnels cave. You can enter this cave in eastern Corrupted Installation Teleporter.

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Strain Tunnels entrance.

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Southern Grimvault

Southern Grimvault

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A Carnivore’s Dilemma

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Chef Kozorok’s Cook Log – Grimvault Day 003

Supplies are already a concern, and food supplies most of all. I must investigate the Strain life forms in the area as a source of food. To this end, I have procured a few small portions from corpses left on the field of battle.

Feasting on the battlefield was once an powerful tradition among my people, but since the Draken swore to follow the emperor, some of these old ways have fallen by the wayside.
Yet are we not hunters? Even I, the humble cook, even I most of all. And this Strainflesh, it is simply another ingredient to cook. And while I, like all Draken, prefer my meat to be on the raw side, I shall cook this Strainflesh as thoroughly as possible. I am taking no chances. I shall report on its culinary properties as soon as I am finished with this repast.

Chef Kozorok’s Cook Log – Grimvault Day 004

So far, so good. The Strainflesh has a peculiar tang.
It tastes of…darkness. Suffering. Rage. Longing. Terror. Death. But I shall be its master. The Strainflesh will not master me.

Chef Kozorok’s Cook Log – Grimvault Day 005

Kozorok eat. Kozorok kill. Kozorok hunt. Fear Kozorok. Kozorok serves the Entity now. But small. Part. Of Kozorok…survives. Will not spread this to others. The Entity commands. But Kozorok fights. Kozorok will die. Die a Draken!

[This datalog is covered in traces of Draken blood tainted by Strain particles. There is no corpse nearby, however. It appears that Chef Kozorok’s attempt to defeat his enemy – and himself – failed in bloody fashion. But perhaps his last words can convince other chefs to avoid cooking with Strainflesh in the future.]

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Faction: Dominion

Type: Journal

Cleanup Crew

Guide

  1. On ground, close to a dead animal and couple of rocks, Fractured Fields area.
  2. On a sandbag, next to other sandbags, Dropteam Chargers, cannon … Fractured Fields area.
  3. On ground, among large boulders, Fractured Fields area.
  4. On a red box, that stands on a platform surrounded with sandboxes, The Final Stand area.
  5. Hidden almost on the edge of a map, east of Brinny’s Wayside Retreat.
  6. On ground, next to NPC Vessa Farwander, Ghostwind Hollow area.
  7. On a southeastern wall of Corrupted Installation compound.
  8. On ground, behind sandbags, in close vicinity of another Exile post, Spineridge Depot.
  9. On a small box, inside Boiling Depot post, close to a nearby Taxi Kiosk.
  10. On a box, in the center of a small Exile post, Blighted Pass.
  11. On ground, close to the outer wall of southwestern Corrupted Installation.
  12. On ground, just bellow a wing of a crashed Space Ship, Alpha Company Crash area.

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The bodies smell even worse aflame. Even corpses rotting in the sun three days should not smell this indescribably foul. Bits of flesh flake away, shriveling in the flames.

Carter rises from the pyre and gazes yet again at the animals in the pen. They’re grazers in shape, but hideous, debased versions. Black drool glistens from their trembling jaws. As we watch, a pustule on its flank bursts with a squelch, disgorging runnels of ooze. The stench is unspeakable. “What do you think happened?”

“Don’t
matter.” He must be as repulsed as I am; for once he’s not hitting on me. “Orders are to put ’em down if they’re no good so that’s what we’re doing.” He spits and gives the rail an indignant shake. “No good.”

“Might be journals,” I murmur. “We could find out what did this. Might be contagious.” And airborne, I choose not to add.

“Left the charges back at camp,” Carter says as if he hasn’t heard. “Do ’em all at once. You coming?” I shake my head. He heads behind the outcrop. Moments later I watch the
the speeder streak southwards, a lengthening needle of smoke.

I edge up to the pen. We knew that Valance’s project involved slime recovered from a cryolab older than the hills that had grown over it. Then he’d stopped transmitting, and here we were. Valance was nowhere to be found. Were these creatures infected with something? Had Valance contracted it as well?

My eyes roam the pen. Clumps of furry viscera lie in the dirt. And the pelts, now covered in eyes, so revolting that it’s almost hypnotic.
my hand reaches out. Impossibly black fangs snap closed just shy of my retreating fingers. I stagger back. My hand tingles – I presume from shock, until I notice the steaming droplet of saliva on my knuckle. I try to wipe it off but the tingle has already spread to my fingers. Curiously, it does not smell as bad as before. I stoop to get unguent from my pack but decide to lie down. Absently I notice the animals are all regarding me watchfully. Am I dreaming? Another boil ruptures, disgorging swarms of
buzzing winged tumors.

I awaken in the pen. My infected hand is now large enough to enclose my entire head. After chewing off my third fingernail, I spit out both front teeth and regard myself with their slowly opening eyes. I’m now so beautiful it hurts.

A speck swoops into view. Carter, returning. I break my arm in three places to wedge between the slats and enter the access code. The gate swings open, wrenching my arm out of its socket and then off.

“What the.” The hideous pale monstrosity
with spindly limbs and two grotesquely symmetrical eyes with Carter’s voice rounds the outcrop, looking so stupefied that my screams shred into cackles of mirth. Then I satisfy Carter’s long-held deepest desire and throw myself at him. He is reluctant at first but loosens up after a few minutes of my embrace.

Afterwards, we all head towards the winking lights of the settlement, absorbing insects, lizards, and avians en route. The world around me is so ugly, so imperfect. But it won’t be for long.

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Cleanup Crew

Faction: Exile

No. of Collectibles required: 12

Type: Tales from Beyond the Fringe

Cleanup Crew

Guide

  1. On a tiny reddish box, next to quest giver NPCs like Corrigan Doon and Exanitologist Egazz, Radiant Alpha Down area.
  2. On ground, next to crashed space ship, Radiant Beta Down area.
  3. On a tiny box, within Dominion stand with many tanks surrounded with sandbags, close to two defensive turrets, Shattered Sands area.
  4. On a higher platform, inside Dawnbringer Outpost area, close to quest giver NPC Kezrek Warbringer.
  5. On a small box, inside Blighted Pass dominion post.
  6. Inside a pond, among group of hostile Rowtind Skitters, Creeping Abyss area.
  7. On ground, close to outside wall of western part of Corrupted Installation facility.
  8. On ground, inside a gap, in northern Spineridge Nest area.
  9. On ground, in central part of Strain Tunnels cave. You can enter this cave in eastern Corrupted Installation Teleporter.

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    Strain Tunnels entrance Map Location.

  10. On ground, in western part of Strain Tunnels cave. You can enter this cave in eastern Corrupted Installation Teleporter.

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The bodies smell even worse aflame. Even corpses rotting in the sun three days should not smell this indescribably foul. Bits of flesh flake away, shriveling in the flames.

Carter rises from the pyre and gazes yet again at the animals in the pen. They’re grazers in shape, but hideous, debased versions. Black drool glistens from their trembling jaws. As we watch, a pustule on its flank bursts with a squelch, disgorging runnels of ooze. The stench is unspeakable. “What do you think happened?”

“Don’t
matter.” He must be as repulsed as I am; for once he’s not hitting on me. “Orders are to put ’em down if they’re no good so that’s what we’re doing.” He spits and gives the rail an indignant shake. “No good.”

“Might be journals,” I murmur. “We could find out what did this. Might be contagious.” And airborne, I choose not to add.

“Left the charges back at camp,” Carter says as if he hasn’t heard. “Do ’em all at once. You coming?” I shake my head. He heads behind the outcrop. Moments later I watch the
the speeder streak southwards, a lengthening needle of smoke.

I edge up to the pen. We knew that Valance’s project involved slime recovered from a cryolab older than the hills that had grown over it. Then he’d stopped transmitting, and here we were. Valance was nowhere to be found. Were these creatures infected with something? Had Valance contracted it as well?

My eyes roam the pen. Clumps of furry viscera lie in the dirt. And the pelts, now covered in eyes, so revolting that it’s almost hypnotic.
my hand reaches out. Impossibly black fangs snap closed just shy of my retreating fingers. I stagger back. My hand tingles – I presume from shock, until I notice the steaming droplet of saliva on my knuckle. I try to wipe it off but the tingle has already spread to my fingers. Curiously, it does not smell as bad as before. I stoop to get unguent from my pack but decide to lie down. Absently I notice the animals are all regarding me watchfully. Am I dreaming? Another boil ruptures, disgorging swarms of
buzzing winged tumors.

I awaken in the pen. My infected hand is now large enough to enclose my entire head. After chewing off my third fingernail, I spit out both front teeth and regard myself with their slowly opening eyes. I’m now so beautiful it hurts.

A speck swoops into view. Carter, returning. I break my arm in three places to wedge between the slats and enter the access code. The gate swings open, wrenching my arm out of its socket and then off.

“What the.” The hideous pale monstrosity
with spindly limbs and two grotesquely symmetrical eyes with Carter’s voice rounds the outcrop, looking so stupefied that my screams shred into cackles of mirth. Then I satisfy Carter’s long-held deepest desire and throw myself at him. He is reluctant at first but loosens up after a few minutes of my embrace.

Afterwards, we all head towards the winking lights of the settlement, absorbing insects, lizards, and avians en route. The world around me is so ugly, so imperfect. But it won’t be for long.

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Cleanup Crew

Faction: Dominion

No. of Collectibles required: 12

Type: Tales from Beyond the Fringe

Trilius Pates’s Journal

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Entry #971MD-033
Auto-Record Mode Activated

What were we thinking? Like I don’t know. I know exactly what – who – I was thinking about. “Let’s take a joyride,” she said. “What could happen?” Oh, I don’t know, friends, how about getting lost in a labyrinth of Strain-infested tunnels with no hope of rescue or even any hope of being found if you actually stave off infection and disease.
I don’t even know where my sister ended up, and we’ve always had sort of a link. Like, I know how she’s feeling, she knows how I’m feeling…but it’s like she’s not even there. What’s happening in this place, anyway?

And why in hell did I ride a cryo pod all the way down here like some kind of Draken shock trooper? Stupid, Trilius. So. Stupid.

Entry #971MD-035
Last recording didn’t work. This equipment – something’s gotten into it.
Can machines get sick? I think my datachron is broken. It can’t tell me where I am, and I’m definitely lost. I can’t find the others, either. “Oh, just scan for our transponders, Trilius,” they said. Well what happens when your datachron breaks, geniuses?

Entry #971MD-038
Shouldn’t have tried to crack the da – ron open, I think s – ata may – been lost. Not feeling so good myself. Only been half-hour since la – since la – since landing. Itching. Skin hurts.
W – cryo pod sealed cor – ec – ly? Can’t say. Need help. I wa – go home.

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Faction: Dominion

Type: Journal

Archaeologist’s Notes

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Grimvault Expedition of Discovery
Day 21

Although it seems clear to even a casual observer, I cannot stress this enough – the current Grimvault, the disease-infested universe of corruption and Strain, was not designed with anything like this in mind. The Eldan did not leave this place like this. They wanted the Strain confined, and Grimvault itself was more of buffer zone. Now the buffer zone is filled with Strain, and it’s only getting worse.
All technology in this area, while Eldan and therefore mysterious and strange, nevertheless served a purpose, one the Eldan took with them when they disappeared. Now that technology has been compromised by the Techno-Phage.

Grimvault Expedition of Discovery
Day 22
Although this Ethereal Cavity resembles a natural formation, I’m beginning to think nothing in this Grimvault is natural.
It is completely saturated with corruption, and this underground network is no exception. What purpose did this corrupted complex serve? Was it, as some have hypothesized, the site of the Eldan’s downfall? I must dig deeper.

Grimvault Expedition of Discovery
Day 23
Dead. Most of them in the latest attack. The corruption all around us – it is coming to life. The Strain… it thinks. Walks, talks, and fights. It is intelligent. And it hates us.

It walked, it roared, it snarled, it killed. It wants me…us. It is not just a substance. It is thinking. It wants. It needs.

It kills. It wants me to kill. It wants me to join it. They want me to join them. I… we… will join them.

We will kill.

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Faction: Dominion

Type: Journal