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| − | ==Maxwell Sterling==
| + | {{#ask: [[Has reward::?;Campfire]] |
| − | Yeah? / Don't wast my time. / What do you want? / State your business.
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|who}}
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| − | ::I'm Maxwell Sterling. Censor, survivor, all-around fun guy.
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| − | ::I teach newcomers how not to die. Or at least, how to die less often.
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| − | ::This scar? Oh, just a reminder of a fun Saturday night out with a pack of hungry gnats.
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|hru}}
| + | |introtemplate=quest table header |
| − | ::I've been dead, cloned, reanimated, and brought back to life more times than you've had hot dinners.
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| − | ::Right now, I'm teaching survival. Because apparently, some folks need reminding that running at a monster naked with a stick is a bad idea.
| + | |outrotemplate=table footer |
| − | ::I'm as good as you can expect, considering the prospect of sudden death is a constant companion around here.
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|what}}
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| − | ::So, you've landed in Kwalat. Here, you're most likely to end up as monster chow than find a decent latrine.
| + | {{#arrayprint:reward names}} |
| − | ::Want to survive? Here's a tip: learn some skills. Cooking, Weaponsmithing, Mining... catch my drift?
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| − | ::Start with Big Mamma, up north on this road, take a left at the big house. Can't miss it. always crammed with newcomers hoping for a government-handout meal.
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| − | ::She'll teach you the basics of not starving to death.
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| − | ::In the town center, you'll find Ivie Clarkson, local cafe owner. Makes the best latte within a hundred miles. Knows everyone around, she's a local fixture.
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| − | ::Round back of her cafe, you'll find an Alchemist. Good guy, Percy.
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| − | ::Pity he skipped his university classes - his alchemy skills are about on par with mine. But he's a good drinking buddy.
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| − | ::Head west of the town center and you'll run into old Hank, the only living guard around here. There are a couple of bots, too, but I'd trust Hank over them any day.
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| − | ::He, like the other two guard-bots, can give you the lowdown on the locals, where to find them, where to go, and so on. It's part of their job.
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| − | ::Take a left after Hank and you'll find the Lumberjack and Miner near the Gas Station.
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| − | ::Take a right after passing Hank, before the pumpkin field, follow the road to the end and you'll hit the Workshop.
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| − | ::The place is run by aliens - Constructor and Weaponsmith. They look a bit odd, but they know their stuff.
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| − | ::Head east from the town center, and you'll see the Summer House and the Herbalist's bench on your right.
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| − | ::The house is rented by a sexy Qadarian, Nia. She's a hot one, but she's hard to win over.
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| − | ::Further south from her house is a Pig farm. Locals say that's where the butcher resides. But I manage fine without his services.
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| − | ::There's also a Mystic over at the Cemetary, but I try to avoid dealing with the dead. The locals can tell you more.
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| − | ::Seriously! Just ask around. I'm still finding my own feet here.
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|help}} [[[A Spark in the Dark]]] | |
| − | ::Could use a pair of extra hands. Or any body parts, really. | |
| − | ::So, you want to learn about survival, huh? First things first - Know your limits.
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| − | ::See a monster? Think it's too strong? Then it probably is. Run. And if it chases, run faster.
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| − | ::Forget about quests, honour, revenge. Around here, your biggest achievement is making it through the day with all your limbs attached.
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| − | ::And gear up. You wouldn't believe the number of naked, brave individuals I've seen charging at monsters only to end up as a gruesome buffet. Their reckless bravery is our again - their corpses make for good looting.
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| − | ::Lastly, fetch some wood for a fire. It's right here in the camp, and I'll need three pieces.
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| − | ::Usually, you'd get wood from logging those magic trees around. But chopping trees isn't in our agenda for now
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| − | :::{{dialog icon|do it}} [{{stat|experience|+50}}] [{{item|Matches|common}} x5] [{{item|Campfire|common}} x10] [{{item|Recipe: Campfire|common}}]
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| − | ::::Go on, fetch the wood. It's right around camp, and you won't have to watch for wildlife here. This is the safe part... for now.
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| − | :::{{dialogue icon|no}}
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| − | ::::Huh. Guess you're not the survival type.
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|side quest incomplete}} [If accepted [[A Spark in the Dark]]]
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| − | ::Haven't frozen to death yet, huh?
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|shop}}
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| − | ==Zoltar Blipchain==
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| − | Well, hello there. / G'day, mate. / Good to see ya! / Hey there!
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|who}}
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| − | ::I'm Zoltar Blipchain, all the way from Andromeda.
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| − | ::I'm a blockchain enthusiast revolutionizing farming.
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| − | ::Call me the Eron Dusk of agriculture, without the tweets!
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|hru}}
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| − | ::Well, between the rat infestation and the market volatility, I've had better days.
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| − | ::But hey, no pain, no gain, right?
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| − | ::Just gotta keep pushing till my agri-tech hits the moon!
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|what}}
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| − | ::Welcome to [[Goldenfield]], the Wall Street of wheat farming!
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| − | ::It's where I'm pioneering BlockGrains, the future of agri-tech.
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| − | ::Exciting, volatile, rat-infested. Just like the crypto-market.
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|help}} [[[To the moon, via the Fields]]]
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| − | ::Need help? That's the understatement of the century!
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| − | ::These mutated rats, they're running amok in my fields, devouring my genetically enhanced wheat!
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| − | ::It's like a Ratocalypse out there! They're stunting my revolutionary BlockGrains venture right in its tracks.
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| − | ::I have a hunch, you know, a techie's sixth sense. I reckon these mutations might be a result of their diet - my genetically modified wheat.
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| − | ::If we don't act fast, I fear my vision for a decentralized farming revolution may crumble to dust. A bit melodramatic, but you get the picture, right?
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| − | ::Bring back some tails from the rats you take down. It'll serve as proof and give me a better ideas of what we're dealing with.
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| − | :::{{dialog icon|do it}} [{{stat|experience|+150}}] [{{item|Wheat seeds}} x30] [{{item|Biosteroids Shot|common}}]
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| − | ::::Great! Let's show these rats we mean business!
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| − | ::::You need to curtail the population of those mutated rats in the wheat fields and bring back some rat tails as proof.
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| − | :::{{dialog icon|n}}
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| − | ::::Well, that's a bummer. Guess I'll stick to battling these pests myself.
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| − | :{{dialogue icon|side quest incomplete}} [If accepted [[To the moon, via the Fields]]]
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| − | ::Keep going, mate! Those rat's can't stand a chance! | |
| − | :{{dialogue icon|shop}}
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Campfire
Recipe: Campfire