I trudged into the living room, bleary-eyed and staring down at my hooves. Mom was doing something in the kitchen. The chair scraped against the floor as I took a seat at the table and rested my head against its surface. Hearing the noise, mom turned to look at me, and gave me a sad smile.

“Hey, sweetie. You feeling any better?” She asked, a hint of hopefulness in her voice.

I shook my head.

”yoU Don’t dEservE To feEl betteR.”

Mom sighed. “Same dream again?”

I nodded.

“Not afteR whAt yoU dId.”

She trotted over and pulled me into a gentle hug. I buried my face into her chest.

I couldn’t help but let out a small sob.

“Shhh... shhh... It’s okay. It’s okay. Just let it out.”

”MonsTer. MurdEreR.”

“You were only defending yourself. There is nothing wrong with that.” She cooed. “You didn’t have much choice left, okay? Please... just try and remember that, Diamond...”

I nodded again and pulled away, trotting over to the sofa, where I flopped down and shut my eyes.

“Gunna try and get some more sleep...” I mumbled with a yawn. “Can you... can you wake me up... when... wh...”

”KiLLer.”

Trapped. Nowhere to run.

”MisErabLe WreTch.”

In that pit again. Sobbing. Running.

”MurdErEr.”

“Knives! Come back! I just want to get back at you! It’s only fair!” Lockpick shrieks merrily. “You did kill me, after all!”

”WorthLEsS. juSt dIe.”

I chance a backwards glance. She’s chasing me, hear head attached to her neck with little more than a few vertebrae. She’s grinning.

”haTE you.”

I scream, and turn to run.

She’s in front of me.

”don’t DESErve to Live.”

I ready my tail, the blade reflecting what little light there is.

“S-stay back! G-get away from me!” I sob. “Just leave me alone!”

“Knives?”

I screamed and started flailing as I fell off the sofa. A hoof connected with something, and somepony yelped in surprise.

“Ugh... Darn it... I always forget you’re a leftie.” Ashes said.

I stopped flailing and saw that she was rubbing her jaw.

“That really friggin’ hurt.”

My heart felt like it was trying to escape through my throat and ribcage at the same time. I could feel that my face was wet with tears.

She and mom helped me back to my hooves, and Ashes frowned at me in concern. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I...”

”monster...”

“I...” I swallowed. “Aam fine, just... A bad dream. Sorry tha’ Ah hit ye.”

Ashes smiled. “It’s fine. I just came over to see how you were. Zeed’s trying to get her mom to let her out of the apartment.”

I cringed, yet another pang of guilt running through me.

“Oh, it’s not ‘cuz of you!” She quickly added. “I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but Zeed said her aunt’s visiting from Section Twelve.”

As my guilt drained away, I let out a small chuckle. “Well, she’ll be gone fer a while, then.”

“So... Uh...” Ashes rubbed the back of her head. “You feeling good enough to go out and do something?”

I sighed, and stared at my hooves again. “Ah dunnae...”

Mom came up and put a hoof on my shoulder. “Sweetie, I think it might help a bit. Besides, a thirteen-year old mare shouldn’t be cooped up in her room all day.”

“Uh... the Warden opened up the junk room again, if you’re interested.”

My ears perked up. “Are... are there any lawnmowers in it?”

Ashes shrugged. “Maybe. It looks like a pretty big pile this year.”

I grinned, my feelings of guilt forgotten. “Then what’re we waitin’ fer? Let’s go!”

~~~

"Raid?" I called out, my voice echoing weirdly off all the junk in the basement. "Where'd ye go?"

"I'm trying to get the door open. It won't budge." He grunted. "Think you can help out?"

I stepped into the back part of the room, to see Raid struggling with a large metal door, with a metal bar welded across its surface. The stallion was trying to pry it off with a crowbar, his good foreleg braced against it, but only managed to have it snap back into his face.

He clutched his now-bleeding nose in his forehooves. "Gaagh! Augh-ha-ha. Fuck!"

I rushed over. "Are ye alright? Dae ye need anything'?"

The pegasus shook his head. "Ah, fuck."

He snorted up some of the blood in his nose, making me grimace. "Nah. I'm... fine... it just hurt like hell. Oh. Wait."

He probed the inside of his mouth with his tongue for a moment, then spat the blood back out. "Yup, that's a tooth alright. Probably should get that replaced."

I gave him an incredulous look. "How are ye goin' take get a tooth replaced?"

"Root Chisel owes me a few favors. He can get teeth to grow back pretty quick. Hurts like hell, though." He said simply. "Nrgh... feels like I just chipped it, actually. Not so bad."

He spat out another gob of blood, and a trail of it started dripping from his nose. He swore under his breath.

"Uh... ye need a potion or anythin'?" I grimaced.

"No, but could you see about getting through that door? My everything is sore." He exhaled. "I think I need to lay down."

"Uh... aye, ah guess beein' electrocuted and havin' her face smashed can dae that tae ye..."

I took a closer look at the metal bar on the door, which was welded firmly onto the door frame.

Humming in thought, I trotted back into the main part of the basement, and started rooting through the junk for anything useful. Eventually, with a frustrated groan, I went back to look at the door.

It wasn't a particularly in thick bar, but the weld was strong. I groaned as an idea popped into my head.

"Och, Aam goin' tae regret this... Raid, can ye come here fer a second?"

He grunted and pulled himself back to his hooves. I hoofed him the crowbar, and he gave it a confused look. "Eh?"

"Ah need ye tae keep pressure oan th' bar sae Ah can get it off."

He blinked at me, but moved over to the door. "Okay... I'm curious now."

I took a few deeps breaths and focused on my horn. It began to heat up at a rapid pace as I cast the spell, sparks of my gray magic emanating from it and drifting to the floor. The tip of my horn ignited, holding aloft a miniscule but white-hot spark.

Already I was beginning to sweat from the effort.

I carefully placed my horn near the metal, which started to glow as the spark touched it.

"Pullpullpullpullpull!" I yelled at Raid, who immediately began tugging on the crowbar, making it gradually warp at the heated area.

The spark sputtered. I gritted my teeth, and focused harder, forcing the spark to burn a bit hotter.

My vision started to swim, but I kept at it.

I was finally rewarded with a metallic snapping sound. I looked up to see that Raid had managed to break off the last bit of metal keeping that side attached. He grinned at me. "Nice work."

I blinked, and suddenly found myself lying down, with a concerned-looking Raid hovering over me.

"Knives? Can you hear me?"

"Uuuuuugghhhh." My horn throbbed. "How long was Ah out?"

"About a minute. Are you alright? You just... fell over. And your horn is... eh...

I groaned again. "Oh goddesses, please tell me its nae broken..."

"No, no. Not broken." He raised an eyebrow. "Looks kinda burnt, though."

I raised a hoof and wiped it across my horn, and hissed when I felt a burning sensation. My eyes teared up from the pain.

"Uh... has that happened before?" He asked.

I nodded. "Aye. Ah was-nng... Ah was tryin' tae see if Ah could learn any other spells. Hurt just as much back then, too, but at least Ah know Ah can- ahahahaugh tha’ hurts...”

He glanced around the room. “Is there any way I can help with the pain, at least?”

“Nae really, nae.” I stood up, shaking and barely managing to keep my balance. “Och goddesses, Ah feel dizzy...”

He cleared his throat gently. “Uh... I could... carry you... if you want.”

”Aww... How cute.”

I groaned.

Raid frowned and quirked an eyebrow at me. “Okay, sorry. I’ll never suggest that again.”

I blinked. “Wait, no! That’s not what I- Ah meant!”

The pegasus shrugged. “Alright. Uh... just, like... climb on... I guess.”

He turned his back to me, and I took a shaky step forward.

”Oh, look at all the scars.” She chuckled. ”And those wings. Doesn’t he just look... Yummy...”

I couldn’t seem to stop staring as my eyes traced the contours of his feathers. There were splotches of peach color where his mane dye was coming off. I could see some of the color beneath, a weird mix that seemed familiar but I couldn’t put my hoof on.

”You gonna ride him or what?”

My face turned bright red and my jaw worked up and down, my only real response being a quiet and incoherent squeak. She burst into laughter.

I swallowed and tried to take another shaky step towards the stallion.

My front legs gave out, and I face-planted into the floor, where I let out another groan.

Raid turned back to me and winced. "You okay?"

I grunted.

"Eh... should I just pick you up?" He rubbed the back of his neck.

I grunted again.

With a bit of difficulty on account of his splinted leg, he managed to get me onto his back, tucked between his wings. His really big wings.

That were really soft.

And big...

And surprisingly warm...

And also big...

And... comfortable...

My face started to heat up again as he threw open the door and limped down the corridor with me on his back.

"Just hang on tight." He said. "And try not to kick me in the wings, please."

"What was it he said? Oh, right. Pretty eyes." She snorted.

"S-so where are we actually going?" I asked nervously.

"Hopefully out of here." He hrrm-ed. "Like I said before, there should be an exit down here. Can you use the pipbuck and see if it has a map?"

I tried to pull the device out from its hiding place amongst the junk in my mane, and was immediately reminded of my burnout when my horn sparked and pain shot through my skull, nearly making me blackout again.

I let out a weak whimper. "Oh, my head."

"Fuck, that sounded like it hurt." Raid said. "Knives, if you wanna wait a while before we get moving we can. You're shaking pretty bad right now."

I bit my lip. "N-no. I-Ah'll be... fine. Just keep goin'."

He sighed. "Alright. If you say so."

I shifted a bit, my forelegs dangling over his shoulders. "Ah get th' feelin' this won't end well..."

"Why's that?"

"Two ponies, one recovering from a lightning strike and a broken leg, the other currently severely burned out." I sighed. "Ah admit its mah own damned fault fer overdrawin' oan mah magic, but still."

The pegasus hrrm-ed again. "Alright, good point."

We were silent for a long time, the only sound being Rraid's hooves on the floor.

"Ah think we should see about gettin' our stuff back."

Raid stopped and blinked. “How in the hell did I forget about that? Well, we won’t have to worry about the jacket.”

I quirked an eyebrow in confusion. “Why?”

“It always ends up coming back to me.” He snorted and started down the hallway again. “Incidentally, if you ever find yourself in the Bayou, be very careful about who you talk to. Some of the ponies and zebras there are insane. Anyway, the question is, how do we even find the stuff?”

“Ah guess Ah could take a look at th’ pipbuck again. Put meh down fer a moment.”

The stallion did as I asked, gently sliding me off his back with his wings and setting me on the ground, where I pulled my legs beneath me.

I tried to use my magic again, much more cautiously, and groaned when I was rewarded with a painful throb in my skull.

“Feeling any better?” Raid asked.

”Oooh. he’s right next to you, Knives.What are you gonna do, eh?”

I swallowed. “Aye. Aam fine. Nothin’ tae worry about.”

With my hooves and some difficulty, I untangled the pipbuck from my mane and set it on the floor. I struggled with the buttons for a bit, the already hoof-unfriendly interface made more difficult to use by my shaking, but eventually I button-mashed my way to the maps menu.

"Wow..." I said, quirking an eyebrow at the massive number of markings on the map. "Rex even marked down all ay th' sinks in the city."

"Seriously?" Raid whistled. "Somepony had too much time on their hooves, er... hands, in this case."

"Look, there's th' salon ye crashed intae." The pegasus shuddered. "And Ah think we went this way, then here... and..."

I scanned the map. "Ah! Here's where we came from... ach crap."

Raid hummed in thought. "Looks like the storage area is on the opposite side of the city."

I let out a sigh. "Ay course it is..."

"But..." Raid grinned at me in a mischievous way. "There's a switchboard a couple doors down from here."

I quirked an eyebrow at him. "Aye. What's yer point?"

"I think the slaves might want a bit of good news. Don't you?"

I blinked at him and, after a moment, started grinning as well. "Ye know... Ah think they just might. Shall we away, then?"

I took a step forward. My legs buckled, once more sending me sprawling on the floor. I let out a defeated sigh. "Help me back up?"

He chuckled, and lifted me onto his back again. “I think the best way to do this would be to just go out and say it quick. That way we can be out before the Bone Eaters find out where we are.”

I snorted. “How th’ hell are they goin’ tae dae that? We’ve got th’ pipbuck.”

“I wouldn’t tempt fate at a time like this.”

“Ye sound like Zeed.”

He craned his neck to quirk an eyebrow at me.

“Alright, alright. Ah’ll try tae keep it short. Och, Ah see it.” I pointed to our destination, and Raid picked up speed as he limped towards it.

It was little more than a medium-sized door in the wall. Behind the door was, unsurprisingly, a large number of switches, all turned to the off position. I took a good look at all the wires leading into the wall.

“Okay... I don’t get it... How does this work?” Raid asked.

“Gimme a minute...” I fumbled around with the pipbuck, sliding part of the back off it and exposing input ports of varying types.. I took some of the loose cables in my mane and stuck them into the ports, and proceeded to plug them into the switchboard. The pipbuck chimed happily as I flipped the necessary switches. “Done.”

“Wait... seriously?” Raid said. “That was quick.”

“Aye. It’s a lot easier when yer nae tryin’ tae dae it from an individual speaker.” I replied with a proud grin.

He blinked at me.

I pressed a button on the pipbuck, and an indicator came on, telling me that the input was working. I cleared my throat, and heard my own accented voice echo throughout the corridors.

I took a deep breath, held the pipbuck up to my face, and stopped...

I worked my jaw up and down a few times, before I finally pushed the button again.

I turned to Raid, with an embarassed look on my face. “Ah... Ah have nae idea what tae say...”

Raid shrugged. “Just wing it.”

I frowned at him. “Funny, comin’ from a pegasus.”

The stallion snorted a laugh. “I’m serious. You’ll be fine.”

I looked at the pipbuck again. “Ah dunnae... This is a lot ay ponies...”

“I never would have expected you to get stagefright.” Raid quirked an eyebrow at me. “Maybe you could pretend to be somepony else? It worked for the Captain Mast.”

I blinked at him.

“Last host of Pirate Radio.”

I sighed.

^^”Umm... uh... H-hello slaves of Raftwater... This, uh... This is...” I grimaced and turned to Raid, who smiled and mouthed ‘go on’. ^^”This is! Uh...”

”Awww... Widdle Knives is scared.”

I took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly in an only somewhat effective attempt to clear my mind. I forced myself to grin, and took another breath.

^^”Helloooo slaves of Raftwater! I’m... uh... The Prisoner! And do I have some great news for you! You know those collars on your necks? The ones that can blow up whenever your ‘masters’ want? Yeah... Not really. I have it straight from the horse’s mouth that they’re FAKE.” As I spoke, my grin slowly became a smirk. ^^”That’s right folks! The collars are duds. Useless. Non-deadly jewelry that went out of fashion the moment it was made.”

Raid quirked an eyebrow at me.

^^”You know what that means, right? The Bone Eaters have nothing. Except for their weapons.” I grinned even wider. ^^” Of course... it’s easy to steal weapons, now isn’t it? A few quick whacks on the head and they’ll go down. Word of advice? Rebellions work better when you have numbers on your side. Can you guess what you have? Have fun. Enjoy your freedom.”

I clicked the button yet again. "How was that?"

Raid grinned. "Bit shaky at the start, bit overdramatic, but other than that, it was beautiful. Kinda wish I could see the slaver's faces."

My cheeks reddened a bit. "Aheh... Sae what nao?"

"Now, we see about getting some of our stuff back."

I yelped in surprise as he charged down the hallway with me on his back.

~~~

“Which way?”

“Ah dunnae... crap... Ah think we’re lost.” I groaned. “Why can’t this place make any goddess-damned sense?”

“It wouldn’t be Canturbury if it made sense.” Raid snorted. “Are you sure the map is right?”

“Aye, but Ah think it’s got all ay th’ floors in the same damn screen. Stupid useless thing.” I slammed the cover shut and frowned. “Sae much fer getting our stuff back.”

“Well... maybe we should just keep walking?” Raid shrugged. “We’ll probably find something helpful... eventually.”

“Aye, but we’re still oan th’... whatever floor this is. Ah know it’s nae ground level. On account of th’ fact that we went down several floors.” I sighed. “Could ye put meh down? Ah think Ah can at least walk nao.”

The pegasus sat down, and I slid off his back. With a grunt, I cracked my back and neck, followed by my fetlocks. I jogged in place for a moment, and tested out my magic, putting the pipbuck on the floor and attempting to lift it. The act made my horn throb, but the pipbuck floated around exactly as I'd hoped. I rubbed my horn and put the device back into my mane. Taking the opportunity to glance around the t-shaped corridor.

“You alright?” Raid asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Aye. Just a bit sore.”

He tried to hold back a laugh. I gave him a confused look for a moment before I blushed and coughed into a forehoof. “Shut up.”

“Sorry. Couldn’t help it.” He said.

I just stared at him for a moment.

"What?"

I cleared my throat. "Eh... a...about... what ye... what ye said... earlier... uh..."

Raid blinked at me. "Huh?"

"Ye... ye said..."

I was interrupted when a large blur slammed into him, howling with hate and rage. My jaw dropped in surprise.

"YOU MISERABLE FUCKS RUINED EVERYTHING!" The biped screamed as he held Raid up by the throat, his other hand holding a large machete. "Now I have to go out there and deal with this little rebellion you started! Do you know how much of a pain in the ass that'll be?"

He snarled as Raid smacked at his arm, and pointed the machete at the stallion's throat. "I'll have to kill at least half of these morons who call themselves slavers just to get them to listen to me!"

I charged the thing, spun around, and delivered a buck to his right leg. While weak, the kick was enough to knock him over. His grip loosened as he fell, and Raid hit the ground, gasping for air.

The biped growled, stood and gave his neck two violent cracks that made me a bit envious. “I wish you hadn't done that. Now I have to deal with you little upstarts. This started out as a nice day, you know!”

“Well, sucks fer ye then doesn’t it!” I shouted, backing away as he twirled his machete around.

He cocked his head in a curious manner and narrowed his eyes at me. “Hmmmm...”

I glared back at him.

After a moment, he shrugged. “It seems we haven’t been introduced. Welcome to Raftwater. I’m Rex. THIS IS MY FUCKING CITY!”

I flinched as a bit of spit flew onto my face.

Raid spat on the ground, and flared his wings. “How the hell did you even find us?”

Rex quirked an eyebrow at the stallion, and casually pointed towards a spot on the ceiling with his machete, where there was a small black dome. “Cameras.”

Raid face-hoofed. “Of course.”

The diamond dog lunged forward, slammed Raid into the wall, pinning him there with his elbow, and grinned in a menacing way. “I think I’ll gut you first. Give your corpse to some raiders. I’m sure they’ll find a nice use for it.”

I leapt onto his back and wrapped my forelegs around his neck, trying to twist his head around. “Get off him you son of a bitch!”

He threw me onto the ground and frowned. “Har har. Very clever. Diamond dog, son of a bitch, Never heard that one before.”

He snarled as he stepped towards me, still twirling his machete in one hand. "C'mere."

I scrambled backwards, narrowing my eyes in defiance. "Fuck nae."

"I said come- gagh!"

Raid had slammed his entire body into the back of the diamond dog's skull, sending him tumbling forward. The stallion flapped his wings and swooped towards me, only to be stopped when Rex grabbed his tail and once again threw him into the wall.

"Leaving so soon?" He sneered.

He bent down to pick up the machete. Seeing an opportunity, I delivered a telekinetic kick to his backside, causing him to face plant. Ignoring the pain in my horn, I levitated the machete over to myself and held it at the ready.

Rex sighed, and attempted to stand up once more. I punted the weapon at him.

It spun as it flew through the air.

He held his arms up in an attempt to block it.

I almost thought he would...

Until it hit his groin handle-first.

Raid and I both winced as the diamond dog let out a choked squeak and curled up into a ball.

“F-fuck... both of you...” Rex groaned. “That was a... a cheap shot...”

We all stood silent for a moment, interrupted by an occasional groan from Rex.

Raid cleared his throat. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Possibly.”

Raid and I looked at each other.

He nodded.

I nodded.

“Okay.” We both said.

And in that moment, we completely understood each other.

For about twelve minutes, we kicked the shit out of Rex, and ran off, taking the machete with us.

~~~

Green sniffed the herbs, taking in the scent of thyme and lavender and thinking of how it reminded her of her mother. She let out a happy sigh and stared blissfully at the cloudy sky.

“Green? Are you okay?”

The pegasus nodded drowsily. "Uh-huh..."

Barkeep the fifth chuckled, gave a hoofful of caps to the shop owner and took the basket in her magic.

"C'mon Green!" Her son said cheerfully. "Let's go get the oranges!"

Green blinked, and chased after him, a smile on her face.

"Ah, wait!" Barkeep the Fifth called after the two young ponies. "Six, slow down."

It was too late, as they'd both rounded the corner.

She sighed and, with a grunt of effort, picked up some more speed. "Of course."

"'Course what, darlin'?"

She felt herself get swept up into a larger pony's hooves, letting out an 'eep' of surprise, and smirked when she saw the face of the teal-coated, vest-wearing unicorn who'd done it.

"Oh, nothing really. Just your spawn wearing me down from inside and out." She kissed her husband and put a forehoof on her bulging stomach. "Seriously, with the way he's been moving around in there, I wouldn't be surprised if he was a pegasus."

The stallion blinked. "Six is with ya?"

Barkeep rolled her eyes. "No, Amaretto, I just like calling him at random times of the day. My next question is..."

She pulled her husband's face up to hers and gave him a death glare. "Why did I find my son wandering around the town?"

Amaretto swallowed. "C-calm down darlin'."

"ESPECIALLY WITH THAT BITCH STILL AFTER YOU." Her fetlocks curled up, taking firm hold of his vest.

The stallion whimpered. "Ah'm sorry?"

She continued glaring at him for a moment. Eventually, she sighed and kissed him again. "You better be."

Amaretto let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh I'm still pissed at you." She continued. "But-"

A yell rang through the air as Six tackled his father. The two rolled across the ground until they came to a stop several feet fom their starting point, with Six proudly sitting on his father's chest.

"Hah! Got you!" The colt cheered.

Amaretto chuckled. "That ya did, son. Now why were you runnin' roun' outside, eh? Thought Ah said ta stay hidden."

The colt looked at the ground. "She smashed the window and I got... scared..."

"Ah, nuttin' wrong with bein' scared." Amaretto swallowed patted his son on the back and sighed. "She's gettin' worse, though."

"Which is why you can't leave Six alone." Barkeep frowned.

"Five, its also why Ah said we should get a dawg 'r two. The ponies Ah've asked swear by that one zebra who comes through here."

Green stood a short distance away, unsure of what to do as the family conversed. After a moment, she sighed and turned to leave.

"Green! Come and meet my dad! He's really cool." Six yelled.

The filly smiled and nervously trotted back.

She swallowed as she stared up at the teal stsllion. “Um... h-hi...”

Amaretto grinned. “Hey there, miss. Nice ta meetcha. I hear you helped Six?”

“Uh... y-yeah... I just... uh... p-picked him up and f-flew away from... um... that mare...” She swallowed again, but her grin stayed.

“Ah, ya don’t have ta be so nervous. Ah ain’t gonna-” He stopped as his wife whispered something in his ear. He blinked for a moment. “Well, shit. No wonder.”

“H-huh?” Green looked at the mare.

“Well, thanks fer savin’ mah son.” His grin returned. “Ah’d rather not find out what she wants ta do if she finds ‘im. She ain’t exactly ‘stable’, as Ah’m sure ya noticed.”

“Green, you should come and see some of the stuff dad sells!” Six said in an excited manner. “All kinds’a junk and armor and stuff!”

Green blinked. “Uh... well... O-okay...”

With that, she ran after him.

Barkeep trotted after the two, with Amaretto in tow.

The latter quirked an eyebrow and smirked at his wife. “Well Ah’ll be damned. Colt’s turnin’ inta me.”

Barkeep snorted a laugh. “Oh great. Two of you. Just what the wasteland needs.”

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Footnote 1: Diamond Knives
Level up! (13)

Melee: 100
Survival: 27

!!!-Item equipped:

Pip-buck 2000:
While not as hoof-friendly as the later leg-mounted models and lacking the E.F.S. systems, its inventory, map, and data management are generally considered, ‘better’. Then again, its a lot easier to lose and even easier to hack than a household computer with all the passwords on a sticky note. Better watch where you put it and who you leave it with.

!!!-Item acquired:

Machete: Bonus damage to limbs... and other extremities. Also good for chasing down obnoxious camp-goers.

~~~

Footnote 2: Zeed Kazdri

EXP: ???%

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Footnote 3: Raid (???)

EXP:90%

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To-Do List:

Active Quest:

Raftwater.:

-Get your shit and get out

Other quests:

O’ Father, Where Art Thou?:

Infiltrate or assault the Bone Eaters’ base near Bladesville.

-Escape Raftwater.

Sifting Through The Dust:

1) Find information on the location of Ashes.

2) Find information on the location of Obsidian Knives

3)Find information on the location of Nezan Kazdri

Author's Notes:

Something I would like to see:
William Shatner Speak-and-Spell.

Just think about it.

Oh, and so much for this one being in two weeks. Pfft. Sadly, life caught up to me and smacked me in the head with a bag of bricks. Ah well.

Thanks to everyone involved in this stupid thing. Thank you for bearing with me.