I’m Maglorean and I’m locked inside a boundless place I call “the Great Library”.
I’ve become a silent observer of distant universes and this is my journal.
I’m Maglorean and I’m locked inside a boundless place I call “the Great Library”.
I’ve become a silent observer of distant universes and this is my journal.
Welcome to the Great Library
Now, here's a curious document. It's a letter, although the calligraphy is different between the first and the second part. It's titled "Pathogen on Parias".
"Having you made the right decision boarding this plane by your own free will, you will be rewarded for your loyalty.”
“It's just a badly distorted reflection of what real civilization is. With this sub-industrial facade, they can't build a bloody thing that isn't just carelessly recycled scrap metal.”
“Mission failure will mark you as a wanted criminal in any Cluster and you will be persecuted by the SKAV Security on Zakihar's direct order.”
“A Pirate Company called Shirado, a really wild bunch of drug addict warlords with a deep love for automatic weapons and rocket launchers.”
“The corporation managed to acquire a surprising number of smaller different companies. Mostly by exploiting fine prints, embracing corruption and trading within the grey market.”
“The guy was a bit skeptical when he heard our name though. Does it really sound that weird, The Trident's Assemblage?”
“Since you helped us with that Torshigg there i think there is no point in hiding it: I’m a member of a Regenesis militia.”
They seem to be part of a pirate company called "Shirado", madmen obsessed with guns, drugs and money.
“This weapon is westian top notch, ma'am. Carefully refurbished for you by my craftsmen.”
“You wouldn’t camouflage your men in green when they are deployed on the desert. So why would you give them a weapon not suitable for their environment?”
Do dwarves really make sunglasses?