[Basic Dynamite Stick] = Oil (Nitroglycerin, 0.2-0.25L) + Sand (Celite, 0.2-0.3kg) + Paper (Any, 0.25-0.3m) + Paper (Any, 0.05-0.07m) + Twine (Any, 0.1-0.2m) + Gunpowder (0.02-0.03kg) + [Workbench] (Iron)
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“There’s got to be another way out of this hell!” Trish shouted.
“Not unless you’ve got another diamond mine nearby or know where a field of sunflowers grow,” Ben said with a scoff. “Face it, sweetheart. Our best bet out of here just got blown up by that fucking madman.”
Her cheeks reddened. “You’re the idiots who brought this on us. I told you I’d only play your game if you could guarantee that Viktor would go down before harming anyone else. That was your promise.”
Naomi crossed her arms. “How could anyone have possibly seen him dropping a nuke on the entire island!?”
“People who are competent,” Trish countered.
That set them off. Everyone began shouting and screaming over each other, mouths spitting vile curses and faces bright red, even as more monsters gathered in the jungle outside. It wouldn’t be long before they made another attack, no doubt claiming a life before the end. Their group had dwindled down to ten, with Jay, Naomi and her friends, Hyuk, Trish, and a couple others whose names Jay had never learned.
At least everyone had the good sense of collecting and crafting Nightmarish gear amidst the lull, mitigating the drop in sanity after being exposed to so much wild shit. Though this prolonged argument would only drive things back down, as the last survivors of this island fought amongst themselves instead of the dangers beyond Ben’s mine.
Only Hyuk and Jay kept their distance, staring into the island’s twisted surface, shifting unnaturally on the horizon where the Nightrealm’s magic perverted all around.
“What do you think about this crisis?” Hyuk asked.
Jay sighed. “I’m as lost as everyone else. The only time I’ve ever been in the Nightrealm came from falling into a low sanity state, and I left as soon as it rose back up. This is different though. Most of us are at our peak, yet we’re all still here. I don’t understand how the Nightrealm interacts with Annwyn, and the Guide is completely useless on this front.”
“Indeed,” Hyuk echoed. “It would appear our patron Gods never considered that we cannot serve their interests if ripped into this world.”
“Or they just don’t care. The more our time drags on, the more I think we’re only here to open more Seams.”
“Another irony. It would appear that Viktor accomplished what we could not, tearing a hole in Annwyn so that these demons could come through. So much for all his talk on order against chaos.”
“Yeah, he’s a hypocritical ass. Thankfully, I got a good look before he ran off. That poison is reaping havoc. Way I figure it, there’s absolutely no way he’ll get out of this.”
Hyuk patted him on the shoulder, exhausted. “Neither will we, Jay. He’s still out there.”
That much was true. After Viktor detonated the gemstones and all the precious essence that came with them, he quickly disappeared into the jungle with Misha. They’d heard distant gunshots from him engaging these Nightrealm creatures too, but that faded too, and it had been dead quiet ever since.
Still, Jay did not take his eyes off the horizon. No, Viktor wouldn’t allow himself to die like that. Not without confronting them one last time. He was merely biding his time. Time that he didn’t have.
That makes all of us, Jay considered. Even as the others continued their squabbling, strange creatures gathered in dark crevices, eyeing their fortress curiously. Only through the power of the sun did they keep any distance at all, its radiance still drifting through the starless sky as if the day was still normal.
But as Jay watched the sun, something else came to mind. Why was it burning so bright?
The air caught in his lungs, another revelation forming. Of course! How could they be so stupid?
“Guys…” Jay started, but the argument kept rolling. He took a deeper breath, shouting at the top of his lungs. “Everyone, shut the fuck up!”
All eyes turned to him.
“We’re thinking about this backward,” he explained. “Being at the center of this storm is the worst place to be. What we should do is evacuate while we still have a chance.”
Ben shook his head. “Haven’t we been over this? The whole island’s been pulled out of Annwyn.”
“Except that it hasn’t.” He turned to Naomi. “Do me a favor, and remind us of what happened when you saved me from my Curse.”
“You mean when I gunned down those phantasms for you?”
“Correct. As you said, it was as if I was there and I wasn’t, both at once. Same as with cairns, and same as with Voidstorms. It isn’t just Seams that act as doorways between Annwyn and here, but everything else as well. That’s why cairns are always so maddening to be inside, and that’s why Voidstorms manufacture Conditions that wouldn’t be here normally. They’re all different sides of the same coin.
“Hell, even we can behave like these conduits, clearly. Just as I could interact with the Nightrealm when I got too low, so too could Naomi fight them when they came too close to me. I’d become a Seam in that moment, bridging the gap between there and here. But like everything else, this is a doorway that goes both ways. We can slip in, but we can also get out. The effect of these Seams has always been localized.”
“How can you be so sure?” Ben asked.
“Was it not a clear, beautiful day when we came in?” He pointed to the sun. “It still is. We just can’t see the sky normally because we’re still inside. Like being in a cairn, you become plunged with the madness until you leave. And nothing says that we can’t just walk to safety.”
Naomi scoffed, peering into the horizon. “Walk to where?”
“Okay… Maybe that’s an oversimplification. But the point is that so long as we aren’t actually stuck in the Nightrealm, we only need to clear the affected area to escape what’s happening.”
“That is not possible if it has affected the whole island,” Sayid pointed out. “Remember, Viktor destroyed all the boats.”
But Jay grinned. “No, he didn’t.”
* * *
Monsters skittered in the shadows. Blackened vines snaked through trees like tentacles. Howls echoed from the darkness. Sounds and sights were distorted, making it impossible to determine where their enemies lay.
But the group of Expats continued across these ruined lands, the sun as their guide back to normalcy.
A boulder rolled into view, perfectly round in shape, with an old man’s face carved onto the front. As the boulder entered the open, eyelids suddenly flashed wide, revealing two magenta torches burning within. Its mouth opened a second later, a rock-like arm shooting forth.
…Only to be destroyed as a dozen separate skills struck this creature simultaneously. It shattered with an agonizing screech, its core pulsating in the dim light. Someone snatched it effortlessly from the rubble, and the Expats continued onward, no commentary to be had over what they’d just faced.
How quickly people evolve. This wasn’t like those first couple of tumultuous hours after the Seam expanded. Everyone who couldn’t hack it had died before now. What few survivors who remained pressed mercilessly across this expanse, driven by the sole desire to reach its end. Only through the power of their Nightmarish gear could they keep this plane’s darkness at bay, but even that would not prevent the loss forever.
They either had to carve a path to safety, or they’d all perish as one. There was no between.
“Are you sure this is the way?” Trish asked.
“As sure as is possible out here,” Jay said.
“Not very reassuring.”
He sighed. “I know. But this part of the island is my neck of the woods, so even if everything gets jumbled a hundred yards away, I still recognize anything up close. We just can’t lose sight of the sun or we’re screwed.”
“Got more movement,” Naomi said.
Shadows furled into the open, limbs twisting and folding upon themselves, and eyes sprouting and staring in places where they had no right to be.
Explosions rocked the ground where they stood, and the smoke dissipated.
Only to coalesce again into more of these living shadows. And the shades in the trees came together too, spreading inward for their group. Pools formed in the middle, rising up into humanoid forms before rushing forth.
An ambush, Jay realized, remembering the entry for these creatures.
Vaporous Phantasm (level 11-50) – A coalescence of negative thoughts commonly drawn to Interstices in upper Nightrealm planes. This phantasm will attack Expatriates on sight.
No wonder they’d been getting attacked so much. With so many Expatriates in one place, they were a bright lantern drawing moths from the shadows.
Despite the devastation that the E-Ranks could unleash, their enemies attacked on all fronts, filing through the gaps left behind as their allies died. Jay clutched his sword and braced for impact.
No one was sitting this fight out.
A ball of shadow formed into a maw, sprouting ebony teeth as it chomped down.
[Quickstep] avoided the blow, and [Slash] split the monster in two.
But not for long. The shadowy sinews slithered back together, an eye sprouting on the back of its head to seek its enemy ou–
[Power Attack] tore through this point before it could recover. There you are. The spectral light of the Nightrealm core pulsed at its center, and Jay knew his next target. He sliced through the hardened smoke for this spot. The creature fell, hisses dying from within.
But no sooner did it drop than two more swept in. Jay winced as they crashed against his exposed flesh. He shrugged them off with another unskilled slash and retreated a beat, buying more time. One peeled off into an ally, only to be replaced by another, changing targets just as unpredictably. An arrow flew overhead into one, missing him by an inch.
Jay gasped as one of Ben’s constructs shoved him aside, slashing through the nearest phantasm. Another pair twirled behind, aiming again for him. Jay did what he could to wear them down, cutting this way and that, even as more destruction erupted beside. His sword nearly struck his own allies, forcing him to shift positions.
This was chaos. Pure, uncontrollable mayhem. The phantasms had no coordination in their attacks, but neither did the Expat group. Too many of them had come too fast to form a plan, and they weren’t used to fighting as a group. Not like this, anyway. At the rate they were going, they’d end up killing each other before their enemies.
Need to change tactics. A hole formed in their ambushers’ ranks, and Jay immediately capitalized, [Leaping] out of harm’s way. He launched into a sprint, the phantasms in a chase.
His Nightmarish gear set raised his physical attributes, but did so at the cost of skill power, both in his affinity strength and the number of times he could use them without [Recovering]. With the Boon speed boosts coupled with his heightened vitality, he could outrun these monsters on his own. That kept them busy on him, decreasing the number in the main horde.
Enough to buy his allies time.
Trish and Hyuk saw the advantage at once, falling into strategic retreats of their own. The phantasms flew in pursuit, but they did not make it far. Naomi could pick them off from a distance, and where she failed, Sayid swooped in with an instant kill, now that he had room to maneuver. Ben’s constructs tightened back into a phalanx, and Desmond’s gilded axe ripped through anything that remained.
Within a minute of dividing their enemies up, none were left.
The group collected a handful of cores before moving on, aiming only for those immediately accessible.
It was only a matter of time before more came.
They filed down another ridge, its sharp edges giving way to a smooth expanse of gray reeds and pale sand. Palm trees bent unnaturally against a soft wind, their leaves tittering as they sliced through the air. Waves rolled against the shore, black as the starless night sky above.
But it was the monolith between that stole their attention. Crude palm walls stood obstinate against the chaotic world, their reed binding frayed with time, and logs worn and rotten. The interior had given way completely, its crude chests now reduced to rubble, and mats long gone.
Jay grinned, half out of stupidity for this design, and half out of respect that some parts still remained.
Fort Knox had never been his best idea.
“Alright,” Jay said, “you all know the deal. Viktor left his boat nearby, so we just have to figure out where he placed it, and then we’re out.”
The others nodded.
Under normal conditions, finding a boat on the shore would be straightforward, but the Nightrealm’s haze distorted everything like heat waves in a desert. Sounds echoed as if trapped from the bottom of a well, and the very air shifted with neither logic nor consistency.
Thus, they all split apart across this surreal beach, and Jay was reminded of his first night here. Groping through the dark, running from a threat he could not beat, searching in vain for an escape.
Except this time, he neither suffered alone nor did so blindly. And as time passed, he could hear his allies calling out as they cleared different spots. Jay focused only on those voices as he continued, ignoring the distant, alien murmuring beneath. He checked his Stats every so often to remind himself that his sanity would only last so long now that he’d burned through the last of his lifeberry tea.
“Found it!” Naomi’s voice suddenly echoed in.
Jay twisted this way and that, trying to locate the source.
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“Over here!” she repeated. “Here! Here! Here!”
Jay ran for the noise. Across the pale dunes, through the gnarled underbrush, and into the blackened jungle. Creep choked through sheets of gravel where a landslide had once rolled through, a reminder of the zeppelin attack that had destroyed most of the island.
Trish and Hyuk filed to either side, aiming for the same destination. Naomi kept watch on a boulder nearby, hands over her mouth as she called the rest to find their way. The Expats whose names Jay never learned closed in, moments later.
And nestled in a cove below, their salvation lay. The flat, oaken hull swayed gently where it had been kept. A mast poked out, but its linen sail was furled, tangles of rope holding it in place. Though only two people could walk abreast at the front and center of this boat, a canopy had been erected where the mast met the base, forming a little room to shield from the sun. The provisions had long since been removed, leaving enough room for everyone to pile in.
But what stood out more than anything was the advancement. The ropes were made of fibers instead of hemp, the wood held a lacquered sheen, and the sail flapped with a cotton texture that could not be produced by hand. The person who created this beast must have been quite the craftsman.
Yet Viktor had somehow claimed this skiff for himself, using it as no more than a ferry to bring his violence to fresh islands.
Now, it’s our salvation. What an irony…
Before Hyuk, Jay, Trish, or anyone else made a move, the pair of strangers rushed down the hill, scrambling for their escape. Yet the second they were halfway there, brilliant flashing light cascaded through the jungle. The token snaps of their copper gear got lost under agonizing screams, skin and muscles torching where the bullets went through.
Jay stared helplessly. He never even learned the names of those two…
But then he saw the source less than a hundred yards away. Viktor’s skin had sagged from all the blood loss, and his eyes had heavy bags beneath. Yet the fire still burned within as he took aim with his rifle.
“No… One… Leaves!” he roared.
Trish yanked Jay into immediate cover as another volley pattered across the cove. Their flesh singed even as the bullets missed.
Naomi jumped into action, going to higher ground and firing back. Viktor redirected at once. Granite burst where his shots landed, Naomi [Dashing] further before he could get her in his sights.
Then they stopped altogether. Jay peered into the open and saw Viktor now falling back himself, Desmond hot in pursuit. Where his axe swung, shockwaves rolled out.
Ben entered the fray next, brandishing a bag filled with round metal balls the size of his fists. He hurled them across the jungle. Green smoke rose where they landed.
Viktor gasped in pain when one hit nearby. He immediately threw his palm over his mouth and returned to the cove.
But there was no respite to be had. Sayid zipped in next, and for once, Viktor lacked the speed to evade. Blood erupted from his cheeks where the Sayid’s rapier pierced through.
He moved for the water, only to find he could not reach it quickly enough. He yelped, Naomi’s next shot taking him in the shoulder.
It was hopeless. Everyone had charged Viktor at once. Ben, Sayid, Desmond… Jay joined Naomi in launching arrows from a distance, and even Trish and Hyuk attacked when they had the opportunity.
And Viktor could not take such an assault. Between Ben’s gas bombs and the poison slowly killing him, he no longer had the strength to keep ahead of them. Not when so many people came at once.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
His iron-plated armor finally gave against their group’s power, and he fell to his knees.
Sayid kicked him into the rocks. Viktor cried out in agony, vomiting a mouthful of blood.
“It is over, Butcher!” Sayid shouted. “You are too weak to beat us all.”
“Too… Weak!?” Viktor spat, eyes still burning. “We’ll… See… Who’s… Weak!”
With a flick of his wrist, a stick of dynamite flew from his vest. His other drew the flintlock pistol, aiming right for it.
Then he disappeared in a deafening, firey explosion. Jay winced as the heat washed over them.
Only to be replaced by a sudden, colder wind.
Jay [Leaped] to safety just in time, Misha barreling into the open with a roar as it went for its owner. The others reacted too slowly. Desmond yelped where he’d been knocked aside, and Hyuk’s armor shattered by a mere shove.
The glacial ursa monster interposed itself between the group and its owner. Its eyes burned bright blue as it stood on its hind legs. It slammed into the ground a moment later, and icy tendrils spread across the jungle mud. Through the roots, the shrugs, the trees themselves. It was as if this monster had frozen every drop of water nearby.
Viktor nudged out from his pet’s back, grinning wildly. “Now it is fair fight…!”
He hurled another stick of dynamite. The Expats scattered before it could detonate.
And in that opening, all hell became unleashed. Misha charged for the nearest target, and Viktor reloaded his machine gun. A tsunami of fire and ice washed through this valley as both flew against their foes.
Despite having the numbers on their side, Viktor’s weapon strength, once combined with Misha, became more than they could handle. He hurled sticks of dynamite to destroy any cover that remained, and his pet slowed everyone down with its chilled attacks. That left them open for follow-up machine gun fire. Not even the E-Rank team could survive against more than a few of those hits, and Hyuk and Trish would have been eliminated in moments had they not scurried out of harm’s way.
It wasn’t a total loss. Misha took the brunt of their attacks now, fumbling against fresh damage. Blue-tinted ichor spilled from cracks in its ice-like hide before long, freezing everything it touched like they’d been dipped in liquid nitrogen. It groaned in pain as the engagement dragged out, incapable of defeating their group completely.
Jay did what he could, expending every arrow he had left. His ice enhancements might have been pointless against Misha, but they would do well to slow Viktor down, especially with the extra sleepgrease he’d applied.
No, to go down there would be suicidal, but he could still make a difference with one good shot…
Then Naomi entered [Deadeye], her rifle narrowing onto her prey. But before it could go off, Misha stepped between. Viktor watched in horror as his coveted pet took the musket round, crushing its scalp.
With one final moan, Misha fell with a crash.
“Shit!” she cursed, reloading again.
But Viktor spun their way in a blind, hateful fury. The cove shuddered as he unloaded his entire magazine, sending the two scrambling. Jay quickly threw his bow over his shoulder and drew his grapple gun. He zipped into the upper branches as fire enveloped the ground below.
As Jay tried to reposition, he watched the carnage continue beneath.
Viktor had abandoned all pretense of defense and began swinging into everyone nearby. Even dying, gear broken, and ammo expended, he refused to go down, and his fists delivered a fury they could not withstand. One after the next, he beat his opponents, shattering their gear and sending them flying.
Just one hit, Jay realized. I only need that one good hit…
He pulled out his bow, loaded his last [Shattershot Arrow], and entered [Sharpshooter].
And he could see everything about his opponent in that moment. The hatred. The pain. The desperate futility of it all. As his throat tightened with each breath and his limbs began to slacken, Viktor threw every ounce of strength he had left against this wall he’d created. Like a bull in a cage, he refused to be contained.
It was now or never. Jay narrowed onto this enemy. This man who had caused so much havoc. So much terror. So much unnecessary death. He focused straight for his head.
And Viktor turned to face him directly, staring in the eyes, even this far away. His lips curled into a smile.
Jay’s footing suddenly flew out from under him, and his body tumbled below. The arrow zipped harmlessly away a second later, now unable to maintain [Sharpshooter]. Jay gasped in shock, and only saw the afterimage of Desmond’s body where he’d been thrown into the tree Jay had used as a platform.
He struck the ground with a yelp.
Snap.
Snap.
His arm took the hit, rocks smashing through his copperplated coat and gloves in one final blow. He tried to grab something for support, but burning sensations tore through his muscles. The pain was too much.
Viktor clapped nearby, the sound distorted by the Nightrealm’s aura.
“Good… Try…!” he wheezed, spitting blood. “But… Not… Enough…!”
Jay blinked through the agony and saw the truth of it all. Somewhere along the way, his allies had all been brought down. Ben, Desmond, Sayid, Trish, Hyuk. Another explosion had left Naomi just as vulnerable, and Ben’s constructs lay scattered against the ruins, no more than twisted pieces of metal.
And Viktor stood in the center of this field of ice, with fires burning around. Laughing. Coughing. Savoring this moment of mutual self-destruction. His armor was no more, his ammunition had been expended, and his ripped clothes clung to his mangled body.
Jay caught sight of something he’d once owned, still tucked in Viktor’s waist where it had been this whole time. He made the mental calculation.
Could that work?
An unexploded stick of dynamite lay nearby, its fuse sealed with ice. Jay forced his body to stand back up, grabbed the dynamite, and lit it again in a lingering fire. Before the moment could be lost, he launched right for Viktor, dynamite in hand and only seconds to act.
Time slowed to a trickle as he drew near, the two locking eyes. Jay could see the shock at being challenged so directly, and Viktor could see his shared refusal to back down. There was no time for him to retreat, or escape, or try to finish him off. The moment Jay reached him, the two would explode in one final, devastating confrontation.
And Viktor’s eye twitched in defiance against Jay’s hubris for daring to challenge him so openly, and he also charged forth. Jay knew what his enemy was thinking. This was Viktor Kuznetsov. He would not be defeated by such a foolish and inelegant attack!
The dynamite got knocked away, and the entire cove became enveloped in dazzling, burning light a moment later. The ground rocked as Viktor beamed wide.
But then he looked down.
A collective hush fell over the area as everyone else realized what had happened. Naomi, Ben, Desmond, Sayid, Trish, Hyuk. All stared at the pair at the center of this mess, the last two standing from this devastating battle. Viktor’s jaw slowly dropped, his eyes struggling to process how he had lost.
Because Jay had only used the dynamite as a decoy, seizing the moment to grab the 9mm pistol from Viktor’s waist. This was the same pistol that Viktor had stolen when he first showed up, with only a single bullet left in the chamber. The barrel now pressed against his chest, and there was nothing he could do.
“You know,” Jay said. “I pulled this same trick against a clay gorilla my second night here. Who’d have thought it’d work again?”
He pulled the trigger. Despite the ungodly power that Viktor’s vitality gave him, it was but a shadow compared to his old trump card. The bullet tore through his ruined clothing, his toughened flesh, his muscles, the bones that protected his vital organs, and everything between, before doing the same thing out the other side.
Viktor fell to his knees. He gripped vainly at the hole in his chest, but that was all he had the strength left to do. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
Jay smirked. “How’s that for elegance?”
He kicked him over, and Viktor Kuznetsov was no more.
The others collected themselves as well, slowly recovering from their injuries. Jay used the moment to grab what he could from his mortal enemy. The strange machine gun with the gear-shaped magazine, the flintlock pistol, some more dynamite…
He paused when he came across the steel knife. Viktor had stolen this from Naomi, who in turn had taken it from Jay.
But when he turned over, she only nodded in silence. This was his kill, after all, and he deserved to have that weapon returned. He tucked it into his waist.
Howls began to grow louder again, the residents of this hellish plane lured by the noise.
The survivors filed into the skiff. Within moments of pulling the anchor, they shot out of the cove.
Darkness shrouded the island behind and monsters skittered about, but the sun burned bright above, and as they pressed through the ocean, they could make out the Seam’s boundary. Gray gave way to blue, the Nightrealm’s endless expanse replaced by Annwyn.
This wouldn’t be the end, Jay knew. They were shooting blindly into the sea, and only so many hours remained before the sun set. They would have to reach land before then, or at least come up with a real plan.
Natura would only rise further from here. It would not recede.
And with that recognition, Jay knew he was not leaving darkness behind for good, but switching one type for another. There was no telling just what would lay beyond this next veil.
But as he looked around, he could still eke out a smile. Because he had survived to live to see the next day. So long as he had this second chance, there’d always be a way to make things right. Jay just had to remember why he’d fought so hard to reach this point.
The skiff passed through the Seam, escaping their island for good.
And entering the wider, unknown world.
Name: Jay Reis (Copper Age)
Vitality – ??/99 (Wounded+?)
Hunger – 55/72
Thirst – 16/24
Fatigue – 16/24 (Poorly Rested+2)
Sanity – ??/110
Main Crafts: Alchemy 2, Armor Crafting 2, Base Building 3, Cooking 2, Jewelry 2, Medicine 2, Tailoring 2, Tool Crafting 3, Tinkering 1, Vehicles 1, Weapon Crafting 2.
Weapon Crafts: Axes 5, Bows 9, Clubs 5, Daggers 5, Spears 5, Swords 11.
Armor Crafts: Heavy Armor 5, Light Armor 5, Medium Armor 8, Shields 6.
Sub-Crafts: Curved Swords 5.
Character Skills:
[Forbidden Knowledge]
Armor Skills:
Heavy Armor: [Push], [Stampede]
Medium Armor: [Recover], [Leap], [Waterform], [Quickstep]
Light Armor: [Dash], [Feather Fall]
Shield: [Brace], [Track], [Break]
Weapon Skills:
Axes: [Chop], [Whirlwind]
Bows: [Sharpshooter], [Longshot], [Scattershot Arrow]
Clubs: [Bash], [Paralyze]
Daggers: [Slice], [Flourish]
Spears: [Thrust], [Sweep]
Swords: [Power Attack], [Slash], [Rend], [Shirk], [Violent Storm]
Cursed Items:
[Vitaberry Bush]
Armor:
[Copperplated Hat+3] (Nightmarish+5), (Buttressed+2), (Hardened+2), (Reinforced+1)
[Copperplated Leggings+3] (Nightmarish+6), (Buttressed+2), (Hardened+2), (Reinforced+1)
[Copperplated Shoes+2] (Nightmarish+3), (Buttressed+2), (Hardened+1), (Reinforced)
[Silver Ring]: Socketed with [Chipped Beryl] (Frigus)
[Silver Ring]: Socketed with [Chipped Beryl] (Frigus)
Weapons:
[Copper Scimitar+6] (Nightmarish+8), (Sharpened+4), (Hardened+4), (Reinforced+2), (Stable+2)
[Treated Bow+1] (Hardened+1): Socketed with [Chipped Beryl] (Frigus)
[Basic Leather Quiver]
[9mm Semi-Automatic Pistol] (Accurate+2), (Quick)
[Iron Flintlock Pistol+2]
[Steel Combat Knife] (Sharpened), (Reinforced+4)
[Iron Geargun+4] (Heavy+6), (Quick+2), (Thermal+4), (Expanded+1)
Tools:
[Copper Knife+3]
[Copper Axe+3]
[Copper Hammer+3]
[Copper Pickaxe+3]
[Copper Shovel+3]
[Basic Grappling Hook]
Boons:
[Minor (Speed)] (x3), [Minor (Sanity)]