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Treasure Hunter’s Notes (BR)
Lore section: treasurehunternotes1
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Field notes from a treasure hunter exploring a ruined subterranean complex.
Found in structures (1)
bookshelf: a lore bookshelf for this section; placed: this exact book sits in a container or on the ground; random loot: a loot roll in the structure can produce it. Read from the structure's schematics, so it shows where the game can put it, not a drop chance.
| Structure | Kind | How it is found |
|---|---|---|
| calix | storystructure | placed |
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Meteoric iron is valuable and rare, and thus when I was a mere apprentice my master taught me always to keep an eye out for circular formations embedded in the soil.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I encounter a perfectly spherical absence of terrain in my travels, cut cleanly through a number of underground tunnels and rooms. I see nothing that could have led to this, and am not quite imaginative enough to theorize. Fortunately for how much of this complex seems to have been utterly annihilated the rest of it is left completely untouched, and I hope to find my answers within. The old coffers certainly won’t mind me helping myself to whatever equipment was left behind, either…
The sun is starting to set and I know better than to go poking around in these ruins without the sanctuary of daylight awaiting me outside, so I shall set up my camp and descend come the first light of dawn.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I encounter a perfectly spherical absence of terrain in my travels, cut cleanly through a number of underground tunnels and rooms. I see nothing that could have led to this, and am not quite imaginative enough to theorize. Fortunately for how much of this complex seems to have been utterly annihilated the rest of it is left completely untouched, and I hope to find my answers within. The old coffers certainly won’t mind me helping myself to whatever equipment was left behind, either…
The sun is starting to set and I know better than to go poking around in these ruins without the sanctuary of daylight awaiting me outside, so I shall set up my camp and descend come the first light of dawn.
This forsaken complex is labyrinthine. Of course it intrigues me, and I do not mind being lost here as much as I would some monotone caverns, but I can’t help but hope my explorations into the dark underbelly of this world are by far shorter than the subsequent taking inventory of my newfound treasures in the sun above.
I got my answers. Some of them, anyway. I rappelled down the edge of the crater into the shallowest tunnel, navigating the winding hallways until I found myself in what was left of a so-called Scriptorium. I can’t make sense of most of these diagrams, which tells me plenty in of itself; these people were messing with forces far beyond our comprehension, and my suspicion was swiftly confirmed as I approached the portion of the room that had been severed by the crater. Along its edge, tomes and scrolls were suspended in the air, floating. Where much of the parchment in the rest of this Scriptorium had yellowed with age, the pages of these books were a pristine white still. I did not dare further interact. Apparently I had the gift of self-restraint that these people had lacked.
That is something I would have liked to believe, and perhaps I did, at least until I heard a horrifying noise deeper into the complex and realized I had not bothered to pack a weapon. Not that I would ever willingly engage one of those monstrosities given the choice, but… well, I thought it best to head back towards the entrance. The noise did not seem to follow me, thank God, but as I stood at the entryway I heard the scraping of metal against stone out of a corridor marked Brickworks. For how foolish I was to head down unarmed, I wasn’t foolish enough to let these automatons overrun this facility in my absence, so I took to barricading the hallway. There was no short supply of furniture to do so with - these people must have lived garishly under their blue-and-green banner. With the promise of temporary safety I feel comfortable enough turning my back to these tunnels and ascending again, to return better-prepared in the near future.
I got my answers. Some of them, anyway. I rappelled down the edge of the crater into the shallowest tunnel, navigating the winding hallways until I found myself in what was left of a so-called Scriptorium. I can’t make sense of most of these diagrams, which tells me plenty in of itself; these people were messing with forces far beyond our comprehension, and my suspicion was swiftly confirmed as I approached the portion of the room that had been severed by the crater. Along its edge, tomes and scrolls were suspended in the air, floating. Where much of the parchment in the rest of this Scriptorium had yellowed with age, the pages of these books were a pristine white still. I did not dare further interact. Apparently I had the gift of self-restraint that these people had lacked.
That is something I would have liked to believe, and perhaps I did, at least until I heard a horrifying noise deeper into the complex and realized I had not bothered to pack a weapon. Not that I would ever willingly engage one of those monstrosities given the choice, but… well, I thought it best to head back towards the entrance. The noise did not seem to follow me, thank God, but as I stood at the entryway I heard the scraping of metal against stone out of a corridor marked Brickworks. For how foolish I was to head down unarmed, I wasn’t foolish enough to let these automatons overrun this facility in my absence, so I took to barricading the hallway. There was no short supply of furniture to do so with - these people must have lived garishly under their blue-and-green banner. With the promise of temporary safety I feel comfortable enough turning my back to these tunnels and ascending again, to return better-prepared in the near future.