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Then I assume we're to signal Atrus... I think I know how it might be done, but don't attempt it before I'm released! | Then I assume we're to signal Atrus... I think I know how it might be done, but don't attempt it before I'm released! | ||
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It's been one week since I linked to Riven, and I'm still reeling from the changes I've witnessed. Even before my eyes could adjust, the smell of my homeland embraced me. The sweet salt air was instantly familiar—but the scene that soon resolved was not. As I stood there, struggling to make sense of what I was seeing, a violent clang sounded and bars appeared before me. It was then that I must have been darted, for my memory after is cloudy...<br> | |||
A Rivenese man, shabbily dressed in militaristic attire, was shouting something at me. He seemed to be attempting to speak D'ni, but his grasp of the language was so poor that I could not make out his words. And then the world went black. | |||
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| Location | Tay, player satchel |
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| Author | Catherine |
I write quickly from my prison... Along with this journal, I've instructed Nelah to return the book that the Moiety intercepted upon your arrival. After questioning her, I've concluded that it was written by Atrus for a very specific purpose: Gehn will wish to use it—though he will undoubtedly be suspicious.
Once he is out of the way, you'll still need the combination to release me; I'm told he keeps it somewhere in his outpost on 233.
Then I assume we're to signal Atrus... I think I know how it might be done, but don't attempt it before I'm released!― Catherine
It's been one week since I linked to Riven, and I'm still reeling from the changes I've witnessed. Even before my eyes could adjust, the smell of my homeland embraced me. The sweet salt air was instantly familiar—but the scene that soon resolved was not. As I stood there, struggling to make sense of what I was seeing, a violent clang sounded and bars appeared before me. It was then that I must have been darted, for my memory after is cloudy...
A Rivenese man, shabbily dressed in militaristic attire, was shouting something at me. He seemed to be attempting to speak D'ni, but his grasp of the language was so poor that I could not make out his words. And then the world went black.
