Dark Age Legends

[Zeros']

Zeros' frowned, as the area where Rink's aura originated from came into view. He saw the defenses and the technology taken from the Aspyes. He landed about a hundred yards away from the main area and hid behind a rock, crouching down and brushing his hand through his hair again.

It seemed that this would be harder then he thought. He wouldn't have much trouble with the lizardmen. He was more worried about the technology. While he'd fought it before and survived, it was more risk then he wanted to take.

He slowly stood and turned towards the towers, observing his options. He could rush in and be gung-ho, but he assumed Rink was inside, so, he'd have to be careful. He couldn't just rush in and hope everything came out swell.

He closed his eyes and tried sending a telepathic message to Rink. Rink... Rink... Can you hear me?

[Coriko]

//For my new character Druid i have pre written some post, in my boredom, to get his story started. I would appreciate if no one interacted with him till my pre written posts were over. This is much appreciated, thank you.\\

Roger was out walking, like he had done for the past 13 years. He walked the same path, at the same time every day. He had every pebble memorized. He had a name for every little creek and knew all the trees. It was very much a routine, and today he was to break that routine.

Walking passed the first bridge he started into the forest. After about ten minutes in he came to a clearing. He stopped and took in the sights, like he had so many times before. This time, however, he noticed something out of ordinary. A very, very slight red glow was forming in the clearing. Roger, being a simple man of few worldly sights and not knowing of the horrors of Kronos or Asgarnia, figured it was the sunlight on dust. Soon the light glow grew less faint and more intense. Slowly Roger walked forward. He stuck his hand threw the now formed cloud of dust. It went right through and nothing happened. The cloud was getting a lot denser though.

Just as he was leaning forward to stick his head inside, an arm jetted out of the cloud and grabbed his neck. Gasping Roger put his hands on the unknown arm and tried to pull it off, but quickly withdrew his hands. There was some sort of acid on the arm because it burned to the touch. Looking down at the arm Roger saw that it was grey and cracked. The skin was peeling off and the bone was slightly visible. A tattered blue sleeve fell out of the cloud and a deep, soul burning voice spoke.

?Yes, you?ll do. An eye for an eye. Well, not quite. Replacement, yes replacement. No dirty secrets, I know what you?ve done. That?s why you?ll do. Outwitted him, thinks he is so smart. I?ll show him and you?ll help me pull it off.?

These words made no sense to Roger, yet he knew that they did make sense to someone. Then a ripping sensation. All his nerve endings go the same ripping sensation, then nothing. Roger was gone and so was the cloud. All that was left was a man on the forest floor, gasping for air.

[Xorlak]

Draven crossed his arms before him as the beast let lose an eerie violet orb from its mouth, striking the defenses Draven through before himself and resulting in a massive explosion.  The enraged fire mage was thrown backwards, tumbling on the ground.

He rolled out of the way as the first dragon struck back with its claws, having regained its footing.  Both dragons were upon him as he rose to his feet, snapping their ferocious fangs as the Crimson Emperor hopped backwards, left, right, left ,right...

"AHHHHRRRGHH!!!"

The scream was from behind.  Taking a longer leap, Draven glanced behind his shoulder.  A third Dark Dragon had found the two left behind in the rocks, and was now flying away with Henri clutched in its claws, a frantic Ven running behind.

"Sire!!!"

With a leap, a gust of visible wind materialized under the black robed silver knight, and he rode the aerial blast skyward, chasing after his liege.

One of the two dragons attacking Draven (the one who felt his punch in the face) thought this was more entertaining and broke away to join in the chase.

Draven clenched a burning fist as the other dragon towered over him.

"Blast it...!"

He slowly subdued his rage.  Clearly blindly assaulting the Dark Emperor would get him no where.  On the other hand, that king with the third eye which can "see" things, would prove his usefulness once again.

Jumping clean over a tail strike, Draven flipped over the dragon's right shoulder and clutched its scaly gray back.  The beast began to buck and rear, lashing it neck around to snap at the unwelcome rider.  But Draven was quick to stop it, thrusting a quickly formed crimson blade into the back of the monster's neck, the burning sword sticking though to the other side.  The dragon crumbled with a crash.

Removing the sword of fire, the maniacal fire mage darted skyward wrapped in a fireball, after the dragon who was after Ven who was after his liege.

Things would get interesting indeed...

[Coriko]

After catching his breath he stood up. His long black cloak flowed down his legs. His hood was up and his face was hidden. In his hand he had a black staff with a massive ruby on top.

?You god damned son of a bitch! Get your ass back here you bloody coward.?

It was no use and he knew it. Breathing deeply in and out he tried to calm down, but to no avail.

?AAARRRRRRRGGGGHH!?

He lifted up his staff and slammed the end into the ground. A massive shockwave flew outwards from the tip of the staff. It spread out in all directions but ended at the forest?s edge so no one in the village knew what happened. Anything living in the area of the wave died. Birds dropped out of the sky, mighty trees withered away. He felt a little better.

?Well, best get started on this new world.?

He started walking at a random direction out of the forest. He felt badly for the first town he came across.

[D. Ein]

General Zjott zu Heltzer, son of Graf zu Heltzer, was out inspecting the citizens of Asgarnia. Ever since Kandarin took over Asgarnia, Zjott was put in charge of affairs on behalf of the Sovereignty. Unfortunately, he couldn't see his father anymore because of this - the pesky underground resistance left Zjott little peace.

The citizens seemed to be behaving quite innocently today... even that one house Zjott memorized specifically for insubordination. He had his suspicions that the family residing in that house were a part of the resistance, and he put the house under surveilance. Perhaps it was wise not to execute the family before finding out everything he could about them... maybe this could open a loophole in the resistance, which would let him get rid of it once and for all...?

Just then, he heard the wails of golems. This was new to Zjott, for he left Kandarin before golems were introduced and widely used. He left the patrol party to themselves, and hurried towards the outer city walls.

Luckily, the house he was inspecting was located right next to the city limits, so Zjott got to the walls rather quickly. There, he saw the two Atronachs slicing through the resistance soldiers, as well as the Stone Juggernaut inevitably approaching the city with every intent to crush it.

And then, he saw him. The man that eluded him for so long, whom he only knew from wanted posters and descriptions from his soldiers... Could he have been mistaken...? No, the armour and the weapon both match the description.

He seemed to have been busy observing an Atronach coming right at him. Zjott ducked, and carefully eyed Alex from behind a corner.

---

On the other side of town, in a relaxed inn...

-"Haha! Yeah, and then I totally smashed that Kandie's face in!"

-"Pfft, bull. You had to smash through the glass visor first, idiot! No human hand can break through that without some kind of an obvious injury to the hand. Stop making stuff up."

-"Yeah, but it was a really dumb Kandie! He opened his visor because he was eating."

-"Like hell."

-"Do these muscles lie to you? DO THEY?!"

-"..."

-"That's it, you're gettin' it just like that Kandie did."

When a bar brawl seemed imminent, the inn doors slammed open. A figure completely covered in torn, ripped cloth entered with a slight limp. It did not stop for anything, it just stumbled straight to the barman.

-"The vilest booz' you haff. Now."

Without any comments, the barman filled a glass full of transluscent liquid. The mysterious stranger drank the whole thing and asked for another one, and that's when the barman's eyes started to widen.

-"Most people don't keep standing after one glass, and you want another?"

-"Ve ar' not like mozzt peeple. Ve demand anozzer glas'."

With a wild look, the barman complied. The stranger emptied that one as quickly as the first one, but did not ask for a refill. Instead, he slammed a ruby as big as a human fist down onto the table, which he produced from a fold in his cloak. The figure headed out.

-"Keep ze change."

[Xorlak]

The dragon Draven was tailing streaked as the Crimson Emperor suddenly landed on its   back, earning the same fate as its companion, though slightly lower in the neck.  Ven and the last dragon were quickly making distance though, and Draven sped off through the skies after them, flaring his crimson aura brighter as he strained to catch up with the wind riding knight.

"Look what you did!" Ven shouted over his shoulder, angrily alluding to King Henri's predicament in the claws of the smaller yet faster dragon speeding up ahead.

"You mean, look what your miserable weakness and general incompetence in paying attention to your surroundings did."  Draven shot back as he pulled up along side the knight.

Ven clenched his teeth and began to retort, but he knew the fire mage was right, as manically twisted as he was.  He had failed to protect his liege...  He sucked in a deep breath and cast the wind spell stronger, begining to speed up, but Draven caught him on the shoulder.

"Listen.  That thing's taking King Three-Eyes somewhere, and I'm willing to bet it's not some grimy cave.  Taper back and follow it for a while.  Let's see where it's heading..."

[Zeros']

Nearby, Allen was also hiding from those three, huge dragons. He wasn't like everyone else. He didn't have enormous ammounts of power at his disposal, like the other people he knew.

The 18 months had been good to the old alchemist. He didn't look any younger, all the wrinkles of his face seeming the same since he was last seen, but his eye held a wariness in them. A wariness from the constant battles had seemed to exhaust his old bones. He was only human, after all.

He had started to study some basic martial arts, only enough to help him survive.

He quietly walked up to Draven and Ven, clearing his throat softly.

"Ahm... If I may speak, my liege?"

[Xorlak]

(You of course realize Ven and Draven are flying through the air, after the last dragon.  Heh...  Perhaps Allen is riding one of those disc things?)

Still soaring through the air, Draven turned, seeing Allen approaching.  Hearing himself called 'liege' was reassuring, a testament to the now long forgotten Crimson Empire...  A bit of sanity left in this world now truly gone insane.

"Well, well, long time...  Speak, Allen, your wisdom is always welcome."

He was perhaps a bit nicer to the old man than usual.  He should be after all, as this could very well be his last follower in the entire world...

Ven clenched his teeth turning his head back towards the dragon and the captive Henri and towards Allen.  The old alchemist's aid in Tjed was crucial the past year in a half, so his words should not be taken lightly.  His speed slowed a bit, but he made absolutely certain that dragon did not fall out of sight with his king...

[Dude Man]

Rink's eyes opened as he heard Zeros', he was still feeling dizzy and woozy.

He tried to send a message to Zeros'...

"Zeros'...help...b...lizard..."

----

The barracks, in the Vandrin County, was large building, with several large tents in front of it. The back of the building was facing the air base.

One of the windows of the barracks opened up.

"Man, it stinks it in here..." Commented the soldier opening the window.

Duilin, who was in the airbase, decided to take this opportunity and he climbed out the window keeping one hand holding on to the bottom rim. He hand his feet against the wall, he then jumped from the wall and flapped his wings to gain height and then grabbed on to the bottom rim of the open window in the barracks with one hand still holding the explosives in the other.

The soldier about to leave the room turned around as he saw Duilin climbing up. "What the..." He walked towards the window. "What the hell do you think you're doing!? Get ba--"

Duilin cut him off with a swift slug across the temple knocking him out. Duilin shook his fist; he sniffed the air and grimaced. "It does smell in here."

The opened the door and looked around outside, there was a hallway with several other doors and a staircase. He needed to set the bombs were it would heart.

He sneaked trough the hallway and down the staircase. Not very many people, he assumed they were mostly all in the tent. One this floor was a larger room, with a statue of some handsome looking but old guy, and there was one guard. He was wielding some sort of weapon that looked like it launches a spear. Around his neck was a whistle. He'd probably blow on it and alert a bunch of people. He was looking at the statue, if he turned around he shifted his head he'd actually be able to clearly see Duilin if he wasn't crouching. It seemed pretty tough to get by him...unless.

'Hey buddy, come here. I found somebody.' The guard heard a voice from behind him, it sounded like the solider that got knocked out by Duilin.

"Tray? 'Dat you?" The guard turned around and walked down the hallway at the end of the room.

Duilin had sent a telepathic message to him, using the soldier's voice and threw the 'sound'.

Duilin then walked into the larger room, it had several other doors and a map on the wall facing the statue. Duilin looked at the map, apparently the rooms in the building were either officer's rooms or armouries. He then saw another room. Cannon storage.

"Heheh. God, this is going to be too easy."

[Zeros']

(Er... Yes! Of course. That's what I meant. <coughs>)

Zeros' frowned, hearing Rink's unsteadiness. He knew that Rink must be weak now, possibly dying. He had to get to him fast, but he couldn't be sloppy. One mistake could alert the lizardmen to his presence and put Rink's life in danger... Well, more danger then it was already in.

He peered up, seeing the sentries atop the walls. He closed his eyes and concentrated. He felt his body lightly shimmer, as hi aural signature disappeared from the senses. He smiled and adjusted his clothes and his weapon, making sure not one thing was out of place.

He stepped out from behind the rock and set a steady pace towards the enterance. The cannons didn't move to turn and fire at him, so, he assumed he was safe, at least for now. He shimmed along the enterance, quietly slipping into the gates, unnoticed, for now.

(And now, Duilin, you can give me a picture of the inside. Or is it just the rocky mountain as a fortress?)

---

Allen nodded and adjusted his glasses. He steadied himself with his feet and hands on his flying disk. He was used to riding these, but not at the speeds Draven and Ven were traveling. He could, at least, stay with the two.

"These... dark dragons work directly under Retan, correct? If so, the first place we can assume they'll be taken is straight to the source, which means, North Point," he said, pointing towards the direction the dragons were flying. He wasn't sure if that was towards North Point or not.

"If they're not going towads North Point, another logical area is somewhere that would be very difficult to access, either it was heavily guarded or they had another kind of defense. It's safe to assume, though, that any attempt at retrieving King Henri won't be easy," he said, voicing his thoughts.

[Dude Man]

//Heheh, Zeros' called me Duilin.\\

Around the mountain (which is just the main part of the fortress) are several buildings with Lizardmen, training, resting, eating or amusing themselves as they wait for assignments. There is an open doorway that serves as the entrance to the mountain. However inside the mountain is a specially designed security system (a series of puzzles, heh).

Getting into the mountain may be a little tricky as the entrance is guarded by two large lizardmen, but if you could get passed the turrets then getting past them might not be to hard.

Inside the mazes of the mountain, it is filled with Anti-Mana gas (so no using invisibility, teleportation spells or any sort of magic to get past). There are three rooms you must get through security system has

//Guess we'll start with my little mini-game now.\\

After you enter the mountain there is a hallway, leading to door, which must be opened with a password, next to the door is a jumble of letters that must rearranged, to open the door.

<span style='font-family:Geneva'>ABPWLINTHOREUBE</span>

Hints:
-5 words
-It has something to do about a place that serves drinks
-Remember one letter does not belong and may be left out

//Let's just let Zeros' try this for himself, if he can't do it then you guys can help out, but I'd like him to give it a shot first.\\

----

Duilin had arrived in the cannon room. Lots of gun power so this should make a big kaboom. The explosives were a series of various types of bombs all jumbled together, and a long wick to detonate it.

He held the wick next to his right pointer finger, which he lit a small plume of flame on with his fire magic. The wick was lit, and began to sparkle.

"Now to get the hell out of here." He said as the put the bomb on crate of gunpowder.

He then dashed out of the room. He looked around, to make sure nobody was around, he didn't hear anyone, so he ran down a hallway and up a set of stairs that led back to the main room, the guard was back. He looked annoyed. Duilin sent another message towards him.

"I'm over here you dummy!"

"Okay WERE!?" He shouted going back down the hallway, sounding angry.

Duilin then ran up the stairway.

The guard turned around. "Who was that!?"

Shit. He saw me, guess that wasn't too smart.

He ran back into the room, he started and then jumped out the window and grabbed onto the open window on the other side, which he came from and climbed back into the airbase and shut the window.

The guard looked out the open window, and then at the guard lying down on the floor, who was rubbing his forehead as he woke up.

"What happened?"

"A mutant I think...hit me on the head, he jumped ou-"

Suddenly a loud booming sound came, and a large part of the barracks exploded in a burst of flame, and the building began to burn...

[Xorlak]

"Would make sense."

Draven said as he turned forward.

"Uh guys..."  Ven ventured, "Which way is north even?  I can't make out the sun at all..."

Indeed, the dead crimson skies showed no sign of the sun though their thick clouds, only a dull glow, from no particular direction.

Suddenly, the dragon up ahead dropped from the sky, disappearing behind a ledge.

"Blast it, it found what it's looking for all right..."

Draven sped ahead of the other two and landed at the crest of the ridge, peering over the jagged rocks.  Before him was a steep valley, walled in on all sides by pointed rocks, almost like a crater.  Resting in the center of the valley was a massive black airship with jagged jutting wings and fearsome cannons.  The Crimson Emperor recognized it as similar to the warships designed in Redvik, though this one seemed slightly larger and altogether more intimidating.

Sure enough the dragon was flying down towards it, a group of scaly lizard men pointing up at the creature and advancing towards it.  Draven smirked...

Ven landed at Draven's left.

"What are-- oh, geez..."

"Close, Allen, a moblie base...  Much better for us..." Draven commented, his smirk glinting on evil.

Ven took note of this.

"You think we can get him out of there?"

"No need.  I'm going to steal it."

"St-steal it?!"

Ven's eyes widened at the massive black structure.  He could at the very least make out a hundred of those scaly lizard things moving about down there...  No telling how many more were inside.

"How, pray tell, do you intend to pull that off?"

"We sneak on board and kill everyone after it takes off..."

Ven pressed a gauntlet over his forehead.  With beads of sweat dripping from he brow, he watched as the lizards tied and bound King Henri, leading him to a ramp that ascended into the bowels of the ship.  His gauze then strayed to a small figure standing off to the side.  He thought the black robed figure was wearing a gray helmet at first, but then saw its tail...

"Oh, gods..."

Ven clutched Draven's shoulder with his right gauntlet, pointing the figure out in the crowd of lizards.

"It's one of those gray demons..."

"Huh?"

Draven found the figure.  It was definitely calling the shots, pointing at the lizards around him and directing where they went, thought he was much shorter and far less imposing than the fearsome beasts.

"Velken.  Only one, though.  What's the big deal?"

Draven knew little about the silver coated fox like race, of course.

Ven shook his head, visibly shaken.

"You don't understand... I lost an entire legion of men to those things...  And there were only ten of them...  They work in small groups, with deadly precision.  There's never only one..."

"Feh, I'll handle the fur balls, then..."

[Zeros']

Zeros' looked around, scanning the vacinity of the area. It wouldn't be too difficult for him to get in. He kept himself quiet, sneaking around and ducking out of sight, even if he was invisibily, when a lizard patrol came. He might be invisible to the ki and normal senses, but he still had his smell and, if he guessed right, the lizardmen probably had an  remarkable sense of smell.

He continued this routine until he reached the two guarding lizardmen. He hummed in his mind. He could just slip past them, probably unnoticed and get inside. He reached inside of his jacket and took out a very small, but very sharp dagger. He made a shallow cut on his thumb and sucked on it. Then, he went to either side of the lizardmen and looked around.

He spotted what he wanted. The released his thumb from his mouth and splashed his blood on the sharp rocks he had found. He did the same to the other side. He silently thanked his luck that the mountainous formations weren't very smooth.

Immediately, the lizardmen smelled blood. The both spoke to each other quickly and went to investigate the smell. As soon as they left their posts, he quietly slipped inside, sucking on his thumb to keep the smell in. The two lizardmen returned to their posts, brushing off the scent of blood as a small animal being cut or some such.

He stepped inside of the mountain, his heightened senses allowing him to 'see' the dank mountain. He felt his invisibility drop and nodding. Some sort of anti-magic substance.

"Smart..." he murmured to himself. He came to the first puzzle and blinked.

He blinked again.

He let out a silent groan.

He wasn't one for word puzzles.

---

Allen nodded his ascent and followed the two much stronger men. He didn't go quite as fast as them when they sped up, but he managed to keep them in sight. He dipped down and reached them during the tail end of their conversation.

He floated behind Draven and adjusted his glasses, calcuatingly looking down at the ship. Interesting design...

"What do you want me to do, sire?" he asked, silently floating beside the two, his wrinkled face looking at the ship in interest.

[Dude Man]

//Give up already? Fine I'll put another hint in my post.\\

As Marshall and Firstman noticed that the barracks had blown up they went back to check it out. They passed through a crowd of peasants.

"What happened? Did the castle blow up?" A peasant asked.

"No Leon, I think it was the barracks." Replied another.

"And to make matters worse the pub has no beer left." Added another.

//Heheh...Think you can do it now?\\

----

Rink was started to gain back his energy. He saw Gorus and the other two lizards playing cards, so he thought he should take the opportunity to teleport out of the cage. Yet for some reason he couldn't, he just made the cage rattle.

Gorus turned around. "Hahah!" He laughed. He looked back at the others. "Its a good thing I bought a bunch of anti-mana gas."

"Yeah, but ssir, what if you want to uses magic? Like transsform?"

"Oh, transformation stuff works just fine actually. At least the way the geparti's practice it." Gorus replied tossing a card into a pile of others.

"Zir, you can't burn twozz..."

"You can't, I can!" Gorus snapped.

"What do you want with me!?" Rink yelled, getting their attention.

"Shut up you." Gorus snapped without even turning to look at the imp.

"Who knows how long I'm going to be here, and if you're going to kill me the least you could do is tell me what you want."

"Yeah, well the least you could do is shut the hell up!"

Rink smirked. "I don't even think you know what you want from me."

Gorus turned around and growled. "I don't think you even know when to SHUT UP!" He then turned back and continued playing cards.

"Zir, it wasn't your turn."

"Yeah. It. Was." Gorus snarled.

Rink laughed and then leaned back in his cage. What an idiot.

----

Several Mutant Mages were blasting water spells onto the fire trying to put it out, the fire was already spreading onto other buildings and most of the entire county was in alert.

Duilin, kept quiet and he slowly stepped from the airbase. A few winged mutants had left to go search, so he didn't find much harm.

He spotted Marshall and Firstman, not to far from the alleyway he started from. Firstman motioned him to come over and the three of them stepped into the alleyway.

"Okay, odds are is that somebody likely saw us." Firstman said. "So we've got to get out of here. Any plans?"

"Well how'd you guys get in?" Duilin asked.

"We sneaked in on a supply carriage in a convoy." Marshall replied. "How'd you get it?"

"Hell if I know. I got sucked into a huge vortex and eighteen months later I'm here." Duilin replied. "Well, I do have an idea, actually."

"There they are!!" Shouted a voice. "I saw that haired mutant jump in and out of the barracks!" It was a peasant, with two guards. "And those two were loitering!"

"Oh...bloody hell..." Duilin groaned.

[Dark Spartan]

All Alex could do was stand there was the massive rock monster stomped closer and closer, leaving crater-like footfalls. His weapons were useless, and the golem's stride was far longer than Alex could cover in time to escape. He needed a plan.

"Maybe if I hide somewhere..."

That hardly seemed a viable option. The golem clearly had the power to level any building he saw fit. Hiding above ground would be just as affective as Alex shooting at it. Seeing no other viable options, Alex decided to track down the munitions depot.

Alex had two back-up plans. The city was a maze of tall buildings and narrow streets. Alex, only seven feet tall, could weave through them far easier than a hundred-foot tall behemoth, who would be forced to knock buildings down. Plan one was to stay in a tight area full of buildings until he found an entrance to the underground, which was plan two. However, his key priority was locating a gunpowder cannon.

Alex clomped through the alleys of the Commerce District, emitting heavy metal on concrete stomps as he ran. The golem stalked him inevitably, but then soon became encumbered on the grid of buildings between him and the armored rebel. Seeing no other way to get to Alex, the rock monster roared and brought his huge stone fists down on an apartment complex, causing debris to fly everywhere. The thunderous crash echoed throughout the district and soon the sun was eclipsed in dust and rock. As Alex kept dashing, a torrent of pebbles and gravel soon bombarded him, filling the air with the ringing of the rocks bouncing off Alex's armored body. Convinced he was far ahead, he stopped to turn around and look. The golem was preoccupied with knocking down buildings. Not exactly a civil tactic, but at this point in time, civility was as dead as the decaying shield spire. Interestingly enough, the Kandarinians had not yet disposed of it. Perhaps they had a plan to salvage it?

Despite the golem's slowing down, Alex kept going to gain all the more distance on the beast. He had gotten intel that perhaps on the other side of the Industrial District there was a weapons cache to be plundered. If Alex could get there, he could commandeer a cannon and thwart the golem...that is, if its magical power had not yet subsided by then.

The Industrial District was an often-avoided part of town, and for good reason. Nearly the entire district was submerged in about three feet of stagnant soup that could even erode Alex's tough outer shell. Thankfully, some gracious citizens had taken the time to construct a network of platforms and walkways that would keep any passersby out of the deadly mix. However, the toxic lake was not the only danger. Malfunctioning machines damaged in the Kandarinian attack still operated, sometimes knocking down walkways and platforms, and even going as far as detonating and demolishing a wall where an unfortunate Alex might be standing. It all seemed to be one big puzzle that had yet to be solved.

"Well," Alex sighed. "I knew this wouldn't be easy."

The golem had apparently lost interest in the rebellious metal man and decided to destroy another part of the city, thankfully. Alex climbed over the fence to the Industrial District, and landed at the shore of the stagnant lake.

It seemed solving this puzzle had two prizes. One was the weapons cache, and the second... Alex would still be alive at the end of it.