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Dregora

When I say Lands of Dregora and you saw the Dregora Trailer you probably think of mountains, settlements and biomes which is a good start but does not nearly envelop what Lands of Dregora actually is. Take a step and think about Custom Dimensions, Cave Worlds, Dragons, Custom Items, quests and mobs This is because Lands of Dregora is not actually a map but a project which contains a lot of different worlds, mechanics, some plugins and way more.

Dimensions

Dimensions Example


Above is an example of how the layout of these dimensions will look like, if you go deeper you will reach the Dark Realm, going up will make you enter Elysium. These projects will take a tremendous amount of work resulting in a combined map with over 589 824 000 000 blocks which equals 9 000 000 chunks without including the Shadow Realm.

Quality Content

The structures and landscapes within Dregora have been made with the greatest eye for detail, realism & what is popular. One example would be that volcano's are not just a layer of lava in its crater. They have a lava channel, magma chamber underground & an increased amount of gold in the close proximity but not too much for balancing reasons. Here's a list of what we keep in mind while creating Dregorian Content.

✓ Does the map functions well enough to play survival & factions?
✓ Do any of the scripts cause any complication with other plugins like factions?
✓ Is the map challenging & diverse enough?
✓ Does it look good in both vanilla & conquest texture pack?
✓ Does the map has a logical, realistic & interesting layout?
✓ How does the map looks like under the surface?
✓ Is the map well balanced in terms of resources?
✓ Is the map easy to install/setup? ( Basically as plug & play as possible )
✓ Is there a "good" amount of mobs? ( Not too much or few & logical spawn biomes )

Check out our Roadmap to see our progress on Dregora.


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The Blight ( Dregora Lore )


The Blight is a event that happens within the storyline of Dregora, a mini big bang so to say as well as a disease causing great grief among the survivors. Mankind was lost and not a soul remained true to their nature. That was the case until the Dregorian Voyager returned from it's long, long journey and this is the story they have to tell (WIP)

Background Story:
The year is 2116 and the world is at peace, not because we took a better path as there are daily riots and looting, but because the nations fuel reserves reached a point where they could no longer fuel the war machines. This was the moment where the world leaders shook their hands and started the Boson Corporation with the goal to save the world from an energy crisis. A few months later, the Boson Corporation was on the brink of finalizing the quadro accelerator. This machine proved able to power a entire city the size of New York for all eternity. Yet this was not enough as the whole world was in desperate need, so the scientist went back to the drawing boards and progressed to what would later be known as the Blight.

Little is known about what actually caused the Blight to happen. The ancient stories indicate a infinite, self-powering power loop brought to a sudden stop causing a violent clash of particle energy and volatile electricity. This started a chain reaction destroying all major nuclear facilities while space and time were torn apart causing gates to open. Gates nowadays known to all of the survivors yet never spoken about. A hundred years passed until mankind decided to leave their concrete conveins only to find a nuclear wasteland bending under the massive pressure of corruption.

A thousend years later the Dregorian Voyager returned only to discover there was nothing left. We are the descendants facing the last days of mankind.



The Story of Dregora - 5 Chapters


Generic Lore 1 ( The Blight - Chapter 1 ):
The year is 2116 and the world is at peace, not because we took a better path as there are daily riots and looting, but because the nations fuel reserves reached a point where they could no longer fuel the war machines. This was the moment where the world leaders shook their hands and initiated Project Arcturus. The goal was to solve the global energy shortage by extracting zero point energy from their own universe, a source of power potentially dozens of times more potent than a Zero Point Module. However, the project suffered from a fatal flaw. By extracting zero point energy from it's own space-time it resulted in the destabilizing of space within the close vicinity of the zero point reactor. No longer obeying the normal laws of physics exotic particles where formed, they interacted in ways impossible to predict resulting in a runaway reaction in the containment chamber.

Without a lot of information to go on people came to the conclusion space-time has been bend and dimensions have molten together causing the effects of this catastrophe. First the electromagnetic shock wave, powerful enough to destroy the infrastructure as we knew it. Ships dead in the water, planes with complete system failures and earthquakes destroying our means of transportation on the ground. Months later, just as humanity started to find a grip the mutations came, also referred to as the corrupted. It started with a few but they quickly became a common occurrence from which even the inhabitants buried deep underground in their mighty concrete bunkers where not safe. Driven back to our last standing strongholds we foresaw the future with grim eyes. Far away, behind the horde our advanced nuclear saviors of old times stood, slowly ticking away our remaining time as there where none left to fix any damage done. Before long we retreated to our deepest bunkers, ironically powered by nuclear reactors and waited for the world to heal again.

Meanwhile a distant hope was approaching this broken, nuclear world, one that would earn the world's name and it's history as if they where twins. The Dregorian Voyager, a mighty ship with but one goal, colonize distant stars. A dream shattered by a simple malfunction within the hyper drive mainframe that caused the passengers to live a thousand years in stasis until they finally arrived back at earth.


Generic Lore 2 ( The Dregorian's Demise - Chapter 2 ):
As the staff crew launched into orbit on board a much smaller vessel towards the Dregorian Voyager all of humanity applauded them. A decade would pass until they would return with what everyone hoped to be good news about one or more distant planets suitable to host human life. A place where they could prosper without the atmosphere being polluted beyond saving. However, among all these good hopes and wishes there was a tiny little object they did not anticipated. Far away, light years in fact a asteroid traveled and had been traveling for many million years and among all the rocks it has absorbed the next one was way too big. With a chaotic collision they merged but not completely as tiny rocks flew off in all directions. One of them towards a little moon orbiting a far, far away planet in a unknown system which was currently being visited by the Dregorian Voyager.

Nothing special happened, a tiny rock flew at near the speed of light and hit the hull, leaving a tiny hissing gap which was immediately fixed by the autonomous robots with the task to keep the ship in sublime condition. But it was not just the hull that got penetrated, by mere chance this tiny rock meant the death of two of our crew's members. As it was so tiny it could penetrate basically anything within the ship, including the navigational unit of the hyper drive mainframe. A precious piece of software only a senior mechanic could and should quickly fix as the longer this chip was not working the more the Dregorian Voyager would drift off towards unknown space.

Many years later the Dregorian Voyager reached it's destination, or so the crew thought. But after waking they quickly realized something was wrong. Two of the designated mechanics where dead, hit by a tiny rock while in stasis. A tragedy they thought, until they took a look outside and everything was not as it should have been. Unknown stars, planets.. Nothing they could recognize from the extended training. Nothing the computer could recognize in it's current state as the shutdown sequence was interrupted by a malfunction in the navigational chip. To sum things up, the hyper drive would primarily need two replacements, a navigational chip and a new Crontonium Crystal which unintentionally functioned as a fuse and got hit by a surge caused by skipping the shutdown sequence. The navigational chip replacement was nothing to worry about, the same goes for the Crontonium Crystal if it wasn't a one of a kind crystal. Of course there where replacements, but not as good as the initial one.

A couple days passed, systems where running again and we knew exactly where we where. In sublime condition our destination would have been 5 years ahead. A simple dream away in stasis. Yet the ship could only travel at a mere fraction of it's former speed. Would the Dregorian Voyager set course for it's original destination it would take 987 years to reach while earth was close to a 1000 years away. With both destinations nearly equally as bad we pulled a vote and decided to return home.


Generic Lore 3 ( The Arrival - Chapter 3 ):
Years passed while the crew of the Dregorian voyager slept in stasis. As the Dregorian Voyager approached the Milky Way the crew was awaken to make long-distance contact with Earth which seemed so blue the last time they saw it, nearly 800 years ago when they decided to return home. However, upon looking towards the earth they saw nothing but a planet covered in red dust. Has earth vanished, somehow replaced by a red ball of dust like Mars? Uncertain of their findings they tried all methods of contact longing for any answer. Weeks passed while hope declined. Earth as they knew it was gone. Only a small speck of vegetation remained, somehow spared by whatever happened on earth. And so, with mixed feelings they went to their stasis pods once again to sleep for the remaining 20 years as they slowly approached earth.

20 years passed in a second, while vomiting and feeling incredibly sick the crew's captain stumbled out of his pod and dragged himself to the infirmary to climb back into another pod and activate it. A day passed while the pod healed him from his extended hibernation while his other crew members waked up as well. As a second nature once capable everyone started checking all systems and did a full ship diagnostic. Everything worked fine, including the substitute Crontonium Crystal. As the crew arrived at deck they could see the captain standing in the center of the room. Behind him there was a red ball, almost like an eye as there was a green iris looking in their direction. What they saw is what remained of Earth. So it was true, the world as they knew it was forever gone, buried under a thick layer of rest dust.


Generic Lore 4 ( A Dead World ):
As the corrupted burned to a crisp the landing gears of the Dregorian Voyager touched the ground after a thousand years. This was also the moment we woke the scientist department to assess the damage and see what can be done while a small team of marines will assist us in finding any survivors to tell us what happened to the Earth. Not much later the scientist department came with a report urging us to visit an known mountain range due north and take some specimen. What we did not told them is that we would not only assemble a team to get the specimen but also visit a special bunker in those mountains. May humanity need any refugee from an apocalyptic event that is where they would go.

Only one person returned from this expedition with a sample of the mountain. His last struck the crew with fear and had they not listened I wouldn't be here to tell this story. "Beasts, corrupted... Evil. Close the gates, NOW! You MUST" As the scientist did their test we closed up the ship. No one out, no one in. And as night fell we heard the noises against the hull. Dawn arrived as the wind blew over a desolate wasteland and a scientist found the truth. Today marks the year 6156, 4076 years since the departure of the Dregorian Voyager. Knowing this and the fact that finding any survivors is very slim the leaders of the departments came together to talk about the future. Would they remain at earth and use terraforming equipment to slowly return the Earth in it's former beauty or would they embark on their journey to distant stars as the original plan was? As the vote resulted in an unanimous decision to remain on earth they started up the engines of the zero-point module, their primary source of energy on the Dregorian.


Generic Lore 5 ( A new world. ):
Generations passed as the land slowly became fertile again. Seeds where spread and trees where popping out the ground. First there was a river, later came live in the form of forests, animals and birds. The passengers of the Dregorian Voyager woke up to this new world, being told this actually was Earth they where pained but their will to live was greater then their despair. A big wall was created using the technology we had to keep out the corrupted so we could sleep in our houses at night instead of within the ship. This was also the time of exploration, to see what happened to the world and so towns where created further and further away from the Dregorian Voyager which slowly but surely began to sink into the ground until nothing remained and an era had passed.

This is the new world in which we prosper, we the descendants of the Dregorians which once flew among the stars.





Ancient Lore 1 ( Navigational officer - The Encounter ):
After spending over 1000 years in space we returned to Earth knowing that since the time of departure approximately 1100 years have passed. However, being welcomed by a thousand voices we instead heard none. For a long time we came up with all kind of theories butnone had prepared us for what we saw once in range of the Earth. A desolate Mars-like planet with wide deserts and no communications whatsoever. What happened to the Earth?

Ancient Lore 2 ( Ecologist - Log ):
After scanning the world, a viable spot revealed itself containing a small ocean or a big lake. After the board gathered, the decision to start over on this planet was unanimous and preparations started. Scientists from another department worked out the time-relativitytheory and it was said that the Earth-time is set at the year 6156 and a couple months. Close to 4000 years later which is much longer then we initially thought. What ever happened as an Ecologist I can't explain the strange creatures roaming the planet,not in even one hundred thousand years. Fact is that the concentration of this new life is diminishing wherever there is water.

Ancient Lore 3 ( Soldier's Diary ):
Year 6236, 80 years after the arrival of the Dregorian Voyager and we have settled in a valley now known as Dregora. There are no traces of our green Earth reclaiming the Endlands beyond Dregora yet, but we keep our hopes up. All things considered we are grateful for thissmall pearl of live and welfare on our Earth as beyond the edge of Dregora the biggest monsters seem to roam in great quantities while they pop up here only once in a while. If we only still had the Dregorian Voyager the task of slaying these would've been way easier.

Ancient Lore 4 ( Captain's Log ):
It is year 2300 or 8537 according to the ancient books from the Great Library. It's the Dregorian Independence day which we celebrate in honor of the arrival. This time around it was up to me to carry on the ancient knowledge as part of our tradition.I never took an interest in the weird structures in the wastelands, however reading the ancient books peaked my curiosity. The books told me they where once huge villages equal or greater in size of kingdoms with million of persons living inthem with flying machines and more. It's hard to believe we once lived in such a place before the monsters arrived. It makes me question what kind of secrets and treasures still remain hidden in the lands beyond.

Ancient Lore 5 ( Adventurer Log ):

It is now a couple of months since I made the decision to go on a journey to the lands beyond, also known as the Endlands. On my journey I have found several logs so far in ancient structures. Some of these structures are taken by thecorrupt monsters from ancient times. Strange is that there are a lot of logs to be found within these ruins - maybe they are being collected by the evil entities guarding those places.

Dungeon Lore 1 ( Explorer's Log ):
It has been days since I and my companions entered the depths of this dungeon to find ourselves trapped soon after. We just ate our last portion of food and the exit is guarded by foul beasts. Al tough, exploring other relatively save parts ofthe dungeon made us wonder if we even manage to defeat the beasts we will find the exit. There is only one way of knowing and so I hope that this wont be my last entry. May we be blessed by those who call them the RedClan in our attempt to escape.

Dungeon Lore 2 ( Historian's Log ):
Widely known is that the Corrupted Ancients have no way of communicating with one another and always seem to hunger for fresh meat. However recent discoveries within the depths of this dungeon proves otherwise. There seems to be some sort ofentity which controls it all. Makes me wonder if this is the case for all of the dungeons throughout the land of Dregora. Never the less we will continue our research and possibly try to communicate with this leader by luring it to the toplayers of the dungeon. Our hopes for succeeding are high but we will need to be patient.

Dungeon Lore 3 ( Wanderer's Log ):
I feel something within myself changing... What's happening? Don't tell me I am turning into one of those, no that is not possible. How can this happen? Other worldly thoughts are filling my mind but not only.. No not only! I Feel anger,sorrow and change... I like change yes. I'm hungry and craving. No! I Can't let this happen I need to write to focus on my own being. Hahahahaha! I'm Thorin Gunthar from the depths of despair. It's over...

Dungeon Lore 4 ( OutLaw ):
We live by ambushing those who manage to return from the dungeons, a place I would never visit. Great treasures can be found unknown to all of Dregora. This is how I obtained Lunae packed with the power of a thousand strings. I rarelyeven write anymore, my companions say that's something for adventurers and explorers but I found myself being inspired by those. I could've never thought I would regret what I had done but it's too late now and I got to make a living.So we walk and walk towards the next dungeon in wait for the returning souls. Who knows what we may encounter.

Dungeon Lore 5 ( Elithr:
The Encounter ):
Entry 1:
These weird structures have been popping up lately, buried under the sand now being revealed. One appeared next to our town! Can you imagine? We only explored the entrance but where scared off by weird noises and moving shadows.We have boarded the entrance to make sure what ever is in it never comes out.Entry 2:
Somehow the boarding disappeared over night and people went missing... What in Dregora's name is going on? We may be better off re-burying the dungeon before more people start missing.Entry 3:
We buried it with rocks, sand dirt.. Nothing helps one night later people disappeared again and now I am left with but a handful of people moving away from the village. I lost my wife... I can't leave her so I will go andfind her with whatever it takes.

Dungeon Lore 6 ( Elithr:
A Dark Encounter Part 2 ):
I lost my journal.. Or well it just contained a couple of lines but now I have found my wife, although in bad shape I am glad. Now we will have to find a way out and escape these hallways of death and terror. Monsters lure around every corner so we will only have one shot at this. I really hope we will make it.

Dungeon Lore 7 ( Luthor:
The Origin Part 1 ):
After extended research on the Dungeons and its inhabitants these structures seem to have served as tombs later to be reformed by those whom we usually refer to as the Ancients or Corrupted. Beings that once where just like me or the wildlife in general but corrupted by powers which are rumored to be caused by the Blight. A disaster that destroyed the world as we formerly knew it. These powers also caused rocks to float and magic to appear. We have yet to discover the full potential of these magical powers but this goes on a extremely slow phase as everyone is afraid of catching the Blight which essentially means becoming corrupted.

Dungeon Lore 8:
( Lost Book of Thalnir ):
Dregorian, a honorable title which we do not deserve. Yes we came back to grow trees, raise livestock and make a living just like our ancestors did. But they did not only that. They devoured the livestock cut down all trees and ruined this planet. We are not much better then the myths of the corrupted. Tales travel from far about these beings, mythical creatures you would find in historical books. This is a short telling of what I think of the current era we live in, the Era of the blight trying to resists against it's foul offspring. A true battle and at the same time something humanity needs as to not fight each other again like we did in the war none may forget. A war which already has been forgotten among the majority. But to those who keep on living, to those of the red clan... May the monsters never die as we need them to be truly human.

Dungeon Lore 9:
( Night is falling ):
I am nothing but a humble farmer trapped within these hallways of death together with my friends, townsman and some strangers. Yet not anymore as months passed and one another turned at each other, there is no one here.. Or so we think, there may be something hiding in the shadows explaining the moving walls, doors where there where no doors and vice versa. Pigs, Sheep.. Cabbage, yes I miss my cabbage as I do not long for meat anymore... Not after what I have seen happening to what once where my friends, the townsman and the strangers. I am one of the few left, families are gone forever. The humans in us are slowly fading away... What are we about to become?

Dungeon Lore 10:
( Cursed Treasure ):
Treasures hidden deep within, we found them but with that we also lost our way out. Day in day our we fight the monsters trying to haul the loot outside but every entry wall seems to lead to another whole new dungeon with even more treasures.. We have close group of adventurers so there wont be anything to stop us, especially now we have acquired a heavenly sword from what we think was the guardian of this dungeon. There's a lot of bad tales going around but if you find yourself in here and find this letter, do not despair as that is what they want and overmaster you. Be strong and find the light.

Pirate Lore 1 1 We got out of the dock a little later than planned. One of the new guys we hired last night was a bit late showing up. Captain Fuzzbeard was going to have him shot, but the only one of us who actually had a gun handy at the moment was little Timmy. Well, he wouldn't part with the gun, and insisted that he get to "practie punishing tardy scum" so that he would be "really super good" at it. So Captain Fuzzbeard gave in since he didn't want to waste any more time, and Timmy attempted the execution. Well, needless to say, he missed completely and set the guy's sack of clothes on fire. Fuzzbeard was tired of waiting, so he decided that it was enough punishment and hustled everyone onto the ship.2 Saw a seal this morning. Timmy wanted to catch it and keep it as a pet. Jim wanted to catch it and cook it for dinner. Steve wanted to catch it, tie a rope to its nose, tow it behind the ship, and use it as a water ski. Steve is a bit strange.3 Found an empty life boat today. Fuzzbeard decided we needed practice, so we boarded, looted, and sunk her. Of course only two or three of us could fit in the boat a time, so we had to form small groups and take turns leaping into it and yelling "Aargh" and other pirate-like phrases, to which insult the boat usually responded by capsizing and soaking the lot of us. Things went better after the sinking though, since the best part was splitting up the loot. I got a barnacle and a half. Fuzzbeard took two, which made everyone mad. I think a few of them are plotting a mutiny.4 Steve and Jim woke me up last night and told me of their plan to take over the ship. It won't be hard--everyone is still grumpy about Fuzzbeard taking a larger portion of the loot. There was only one obstacle, and that was that we would have to do away with Fuzzbeard. No one knew how, and no one was letting Timmy do any more practicing. We spent hours trying to figure out the problem, and finally decided to hire an assassin.This morning Steve brought out one of his messenger pigeons and we tied the request for a professional assassin to its leg. Well, as we were up on deck and getting ready to release it, a hatch started to open, so we released it quickly. It turned out to be Timmy, who saw the bird flying over the ship and decided to get some more practice. Anyway, he actually hit the thing. When he picked it up and found the note, he grabbed it and started running toward the main cabin yelling, "Captain Fuzzbeard! Someone sent us a letter!" Well, Steve got this wild look in his eyes, tackled Timmy, snatched the paper away from him, and ate it. Timmy got up and looked at him for a while. Then he yelled back towards Fuzzbeard's cabin, "Never mind, Steve just ate it." The lack of a response was either a sign that Fuzzbeard was too shocked for words, or like the rest of us, had come to expect this kind of thing from Steve.5 So much for mutiny. Everyone's forgotten about the barnacle incident anyway. On another note, I've always wanted to try my hand at writing, and this voyage should give me a good chance. Plus, I've got a great idea for a story. I'll call it "Island of the Chumunga." It's about a savage tribe of warriors who worship a giant purple frog. Saw a frigate today. Fuzzbeard says we're not ready to take on something like that. Go for merchant vessels, that's our plan.6 We're having a rat problem. They come out at night and chew on our shoes--usually when our feet are still in them. Timmy volunteered to shoot them when they begin their prowl tonight, but the smarter ones among us decided against it. We'll just have to put up with them until we can think of something better than getting our feet blown off while we sleep.7 Imagine our surprise when the rats didn't show themselves last night. Our first thought was that Timmy had gotten to them after all, but since everything seemed to be intact, we ruled that out. Oh well, as long as they're gone I don't care what happened to them. Oh, I've got to go now. Jim just rang the dinner bell and said he's got something special for us. 8 "Island of the Chumunga" is coming along nicely. I've finished chapter 1, where the hero finds an ancient drawing of a giant frog and decides to sail to the island where it lives. His friend thinks he's crazy for believing in that myth and hits him with a soup ladle. Captain Fuzzbeard said we are going to have our first fight today or tomorrow. Timmy should have fun. 9 Today we sailed into a port and raided one of the ships anchored there. We got away with quite a bit of loot and Timmy shot a chicken. That kid's getting better every day! The only problem is that they've sent a war ship after us. I'm not worried though, they're no match for us. Especially the way Tom drives. I also worked on "Island of the Chumunga" some more. Now the hero is trying to get funding for his trip to search for the island of the Chumunga. He goes to the local bank, but they just think he's crazy and throw stacks of paper at him. 10 The war ship is still following us, but is pretty far behind. Timmy plucked the chicken himself and gave it to Jim to cook for him. No one cared that he got it all to himself, since we were all partying that night, making splendid use of the rum we found onboard the ship we looted. Anyway, about ten o'clock the fog came up, but nobody cared about that either--especially Tom, who was so drunk he couldn't see straight anyway. As it turned out, that was a good thing for us since he started steering the ship in circles. Because of the fog, I guess, the war ship couldn't see where we were and so we ended up circling around them and side-swiping their rudder--damaging it just enough that they would have no chance of catching us now. I'll never underestimate the power of rum again.

Pirate lore 2 ( day 11 )We had a celebration in honor of Tom's heroic deed last night. Of course Tom was still out cold from his drinking exploits, but the guys didn't let that stop them. We had a great time.12 To the hero's surprise, he finds out that the stack of papers from the banker turn out to be gift certificates to the local jewelers. So he goes there and buys a whole sack of jewels which he sells to a merchant for quite a bit of money. Lost a barnacle to Timmy at marbles.13 Fuzzbeard told us his true intentions for this voyage. We're going to head down to South America and get him a parrot since he thinks the merchants charge too much. "After all," he said, "What's a pirate without his trusty parrot?" Timmy responded by mentioning that none of them had any peg legs or hooks to match the pirate/parrot motif, but shut himself up quickly when Steve suddenly looked like he had a bright idea and began fingering his cutlass.14 Very boring day. Steve started carving darts out of potatoes. They don't stick in the wall very well though...15 Decided to write a song. Pirates need some sort of Pirate-y ditty thing.Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirate's life for me! We drink some rum And have some fun And hide from Timmy when he's got a gun And plunder and pillage when we find a village And go get a parrot for Free! Ohhhhhh, a pirate's life for meeeeeeeeeeeeee!Good, isn't it?16 Now the hero goes to the tavern to recruit some sailors, but they just throw dead fish at him. Well, he doesn't put up with it this time and throws the bartender right back at those scoundrels.17 Jim tried to make spaghetti. It turned out so tough that nobody could bite through it. Steve grabbed a big handful and stuffed it in his pocket though. He's a bit strange, that man.18 This morning we found Timmy all tied up with spaghetti noodles and all his barnacles stolen. Steve decided to be a good sport and head up the investigation.19 Steve, after much research, announced that the spaghetti incident was a failed suicide attempt on Timmy's part. Timmy refuses to discuss it. Fuzzbeard just decided to ban Jim from making any more spaghetti.20 The hero gets lucky and stumbles into a meeting of the Giant Frog Lovers' Club. All ninety-six of them sign on for the trip.21 Spent the day fishing. Didn't catch too much. Between all of us though, we got enough for Jim to make his fish-eye soup. I don't know who's going to eat it though.22 No one ate dinner last night, so we decided to get take-out for lunch. Steve and a few others rowed to shore and picked up some sheep. They were so gleeful at the success of their first unsupervised raid that they made a few of the sheep walk the plank before Captain Fuzzbeard intervened.23 Had a weird dream. There were these monkeys and they were eating avocadoes, but then this hawk came, so they took off their swimsuits and started throwing dead rats at each other. The hawk wanted one, so it smacked one of the monkeys on the head with a tuna fish. That got both of them mad, so they turned yellow and blew up. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. Steve says it probably has something to do with the time my mother dunked me in rancid dish soap and made me dance around the house in a tutu. I'm fairly certain that's not it. 24 Steve talked one of the guys into helping him paint yellow smiley faces all over the deck. Much to my surprise, Fuzzbeard really liked it and appointed Steve the Official Yellow Smiley Face Painter. 25 Since nobody in his crew knows anything about sailing, the hero has to charter a ship to take them to the island of the Chumunga. According to his calculations, the island is somewhere off the coast of South America. 26 Woke up today with a smiley face painted on the wall next to my bunk. Saw a small island on the horizon. Fuzzbeard decided it would be a great place to look for buried treasure, and said we should arrive early tomorrow morning. The guys are all pretty excited about their first treasure dig, and have spent the evening preparing for the trip. This includes things like gathering large coils of rope for those creepy cave expeditions, guns and ammo for a possible confrontation with angry head-hunting cannibals, and as many anti-ancient-voodoo-curse pendants as they can get their hands on. 27 Well, when we got to the island, we sailed into a small cove and were surprised by seven other ships already anchored there. Steve immediately grabbed a cutlass and prepared to attack, but was stopped by a large sign that read "ABSOLUTELY NO ATTACKING OTHER CUSTOMERS." Anyway, we anchored and trekked up to a small building on the beach where Captain Fuzzbeard signed us in with the receptionist. She gave us a pack of shovels and assigned us to grid section F4. So that's where we spent the day digging and only found a few old rum bottles and a dead beetle. The guys were pretty frustrated by nightfall, so on the way back to the ship Fuzzbeard bought us all snacks at the refreshment booth. 28 Woke up with a smiley face painted on my bunk. At lunch Timmy mentioned that Steve had something that we--especially the Captain--should know about. He wouldn't say anything more than that though, probably for fear of Steve. 29 Woke up with a smiley face painted on my forehead. Of course I didn't realize this until everyone on deck started laughing hysterically. I went to see Captain Fuzzbeard about Steve's misuse of his "Smiley Face Painter" title, but he just chuckled and told me to get over it. Of course he changed his mind rather quickly when I pointed out the smiley face painted on his own forehead. 30 Steve has been officially barred from touching a paint brush. With that mission accomplished, I decided it was time to investigate Timmy's concerns. So while Steve was busy with crow's nest duty, I snuck over to his bunk and checked under it. Nothing except dirty clothes. Then I noticed a square-shaped lump under the bedding on his bunk. Carefully I pulled it out. It was a small wooden chest with the sloppy words "Do Not Open" written on top. There was a padlock painted over the clasp. Slowly I opened it up and saw something that sent chills down my spine. It was a copy of Voodoo for Dummies. 31 Now the hero and his ship have been at sea for a few weeks, and everyone is starting to get anxious. The chartered crew is starting to get worried about this giant frog they keep hearing about from the weirdos on the ship. The "weirdos on the ship", a.k.a. the Giant Frog Lovers' Club are worried that they didn't bring a big enough net, and the hero is worried that they are going to attempt to make a larger one out of the ship's sails. Fortunately, they soon come upon an all-too-commercialized treasure-hunting island. (I decided to make it a bit more realistic.) They spend the day there, and luckily find enough treasure to buy some giant frog repellant for the sailors, and a giant frog net for the club. 32 While Steve was off trying to catch a shark with his bare hands while being towed behind the ship, Timmy and I went to see Captain Fuzzbeard about the book. Without delay, he sent two of the guys to get it and throw it over the side. The last thing we need here is a witch doctor--let alone a crazy one who would just as soon eat a piece of eight as horde it. 33 This morning I found a small scroll on my bunk. It read,To those who with my power mess Strange things will start to come. A curse will now upon you rest Because you are a bum!I sure hope he didn't learn too much from that book before we got rid of it. When Timmy found out about the curse, he started carrying his gun around with him, loaded and cocked, everywhere he went. He's very jittery, and a seagull already paid with its life for walking up behind him at the wrong moment. 34 I started selling bells for the guys to strap to their ankles so they wouldn't have to worry about inadvertently surprising Timmy. I'm getting rich! 35 Had another weird dream. I was walking along a stream and eating handfuls of bright yellow daisies. From what I can remember, they were pretty good. Anyway, I'm just walking along, minding my own business when suddenly a pack of snakes attacks me. Then I woke up. When I told Timmy about it, he gave me a knowing look and said that my subconscious was just expressing its fear of Jim's spaghetti. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pirate lore 3 ( day 36-40 ) 36 The guys are starting to get restless for some action. Luckily Fuzzbeard says that we're coming up on a major shipping lane and should be able to find something within a few days. So far nothing seems to be coming of Steve's curse. That's good, since I don't really feel like turning purple and shriveling up or anything of the sort. 37 Well, I figured I should get back to story-writing. So anyway, now the hero (who's actual name is Fred, by the way) and his band of frog lovers are getting closer and closer to their destination when suddenly they see a ship in the distance. Afraid that it's a pirate ship, and knowing that pirates love giant frog nets (since they're worth quite a bit on the black market), the hero decides to switch to full sail and get out of there as quickly as possible. It's no use though. The other ship is gaining on them slowly. So using his quick wits, the hero ties everyone's extra clothes to the giant frog net and puts it up with the other sails. Thanks to this, the other ship slowly sinks into the horizon behind them. 38 Today our search of the shipping lane paid off-- well, it sort of paid off... well... at least we saw a ship for a bit... so we're on the right track... I think. We'll be ready for the next one we see. 39 Decided that we weren't ready for the next ship we saw. It was a war galleon. Fuzzbeard is worried that it saw us and will be coming after us, so we decided to leave the shipping lane alone for a while. Fuzzbeard said we should be getting close to our destination so we should start work on the parrot cage. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pirate lore 4 ( day 40-47 ) 40 According to the hero's calculations they are only a few days away from the island of the Chumunga, and luckily they haven't seen a sign of any more pirate ships. They do run into a storm though, and barely have enough time to take down the frog net/sail before it would have been blown to shreds. Here's a heart-pounding excerpt:
The wind was stronger now, whipping against the sailor's face with the force of a gale. This, of course, made sense because by this time it was indeed a gale. He tightened his grip on the wet rope of the frog net as he fumbled with the clasp that held it up in that driving wind. A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the rain smashing into the makeshift sail as the wind threatened to tear it loose. He had to hurry--clothes were already starting to fly off it at an alarming rate. He could clearly see his favorite pair of underwear only a few feet from his face. It was coming loose. He must hurry. As the wind picked up again, he turned his attention back to the clasp. Thirty seconds later it opened with a pop and the net crashed heavily to the deck. Relieved, he climbed down to retrieve his pair of underwear. But it was gone. A hundred feet off the port side of the ship a small white object floated for a second on the tossing sea and then slowly, silently disappeared beneath the waves as an anguished cry rent the stormy night air. 41 Bad news. The war ship is following us. Fuzzbeard thinks it should catch up with us within the next few days, and ordered Steve to get our cannon ready. I don't know how well one cannon will work, though. 42 The ship is still closing on us, though not as quickly as we had thought, which is good. Steve tested the cannon by shooting himself 500 feet into the air. Luckily a small gust of wind moved the ship enough so that he missed us on the way back down. The rescue operation went smoothly, and soon he was back on board, babbling excitedly about how we all looked like tiny little ants, and how, by the way, he used to have fun smashing ants when he was a kid... At that point he got this odd look in his eyes, and the crew rushed him off to his cabin to "get some rest". 43 Timmy decided to go fishing. I was hoping he'd catch something fun like a flounder or a salmon or even a humpback whale, but a few hours later he ran to me all excited, and handed me something white and soaking wet. It was a pair of underwear. 44 Still recovering from the underwear incident. I just don't know what to make of it. But we have more important things to worry about at the moment. I can tell Captain Fuzzbeard is getting worried about the war ship--there's no way we can outrun it. It's only a matter of time before our wimpy cannon gets to take on it's 20 or more guns. 45 The war ship draws closer every day and everyone is starting to despair. So Fuzzbeard called a meeting this morning to discuss our options. Timmy said we should just give them a full-on assault, and Steve said we should load him into the cannon and shoot him onto their ship in the dead of night so he could subvert their culture and cause economic failure and general rioting with the use of seven or eight dead halibut. Unimpressed with either of these solutions, Fuzzbeard asked if I had any input. Well, I thought for a bit and came up with a really weird idea. I told Fuzzbeard that I did have an idea but I'd have to think about it for a while. Well, I've been thinking, and it just might work. Tomorrow I'll start. 46 Back to book-writing I go... They feel they are getting close to the island when suddenly one night the hero sees something strange. A huge green ball of fire--maybe ten feet in diameter--appears directly above their ship. This of course scares the wits out of everyone and so Fred must calm them down with his heroic common sense. He tells everyone that this must be an omen of war. He orders the sails rolled up and the crew to prepare for whatever danger is in store.

Pirate lore 5 ( day 47-50 ) 47 Everyone spent most of the day looking back over the stern at the ever-growing war ship and asking me how my plan was coming. I spent most of the day assuring them that everything was fine, while hoping it really would be. As dusk set in I took to watching the lookout in the crow's nest. When I saw him practically fall out of it, then come scrambling down and run into the captain's room, I knew my plan was going to work. I didn't know why what I was doing was doing something, but as long as it will keep doing it, it's good... I think. 48 We've been sailing toward the green light since last night, and will hopefully arrive there in a day or two. We'll definitely have a problem if the war ship gets to us first. Now all there is to do is wait. 49 The light was farther away than we thought. It will still take at least two days to get there, we figure, and the war ship should be within firing distance well before then. Captain Fuzzbeard made the announcement that we should prepare for battle... or cower in the hold of that's the kind of person we are. We all ended up in the hold. (Though Tom would run up on deck every once in a while to correct our course and make faces at the other ship.) 50 Well, we're not there yet, but we haven't been blown out of the water yet either, so that's good. We're close, but not close enough. It's time to make my move. Time to take fate into my own hands. Time to finish Island of the Chumunga.

Chapter 10:
The Final Battle



As usual, Fred and the others were standing around nervously watching the huge green orb above the ship. It had been there for three days unmoving and unchanging. The crew was finally starting to get used to it, but now as the sun broke over the horizon and mingled its rays with the lime-green light from the orb, the strangeness of the whole situation hit everyone again. Hence the nervous standing around. For Fred, though, there was something else... something strange... something... that he felt the sphere must be trying to tell him. Suddenly he knew what he had to do. He ordered a change in course and full sails set. He suddenly didn't have any interest in finding the island, especially if it was home to a savage tribe of natives. As far as he knew, there was a ship that desperately needed his help, though he didn't know how he knew this. According to his calculations, which he didn't know how he figured out, he should be able to reach it in an hour or two, assuming it was headed in his direction. And he knew it was. Now he just needed to think of a plan. They had an old cannon on board, but nobody had thought of brining any cannonballs along. The only special equipment they had was the crew's frog repellent and the giant frog net. The cannon was pretty big, so maybe there would be a way to make some cannon balls or something for it. An hour later two ships came into view. The larger one was flying a flag of pure purple. Fred knew what that meant. It belonged to the most dangerous pirate in this part of the world--Yellowbeard. Nobody knew what the purple flag had to do with anything though. Some guessed that he liked the color purple. Some thought that purple was meant to instill fear in his enemies. Some just figured he was colorblind and had really meant to get a yellow one. One thing was for sure though, no one who found out the true meaning ever lived to tell the tale. Some even speculated that Yellowbeard himself didn't know what it meant since then he would have to kill himself. The other ship was much smaller and was flying a smiley-face-and-crossbones flag, the Really Jolly Roger apparently. It was already being fired upon. Fred sprung into action. "Prepare the cannon!" he yelled. Slowly the huge cannon was rolled to the front of the ship. At that point three of the crew picked up a two-foot-long cloth-and-netting cylinder and stuffed it into the cannon's gaping barrel. This was Fred's ultimate weapon. Well, actually, it was the only thing he could think of. He had wrapped thirty bottles of frog repellant in more extra clothes and held the whole thing together with the frog net. It wasn't much, but he hoped it would be heavy enough to do some damage when it hit. Unfortunately for Fred, though, Yellowbeard's cannons were already loaded and aimed at his ship. Fred hadn't counted on this, and so as the five simultaneous booms split the air, all he could think of to do was duck. Yellowbeard smiled in satisfaction as all five cannonballs smashed cleanly into that green demon hovering over the new ship. Even more to his satisfaction was the explosion of greenish-red light followed by slowly fading vapor that marked where the beast had been. Fred wasted none of his newly-gained time, and gave the order to fire. With a muffled "Foom" the strange projectile was launched toward the enemy ship. The cloth in the back had caught fire, and fueled by the wind whipping past, the fire quickly spread and soon engulfed the whole thing. Seconds later the makeshift weapon smashed into the deck of Yellowbeards's ship, shattering the bottles of frog repellent which, upon contact with the flaming cloth, promptly exploded. In seconds a giant fireball transformed the entire front half of the ship into splintered wood. As the smoke cleared and numerous life rafts went their separate ways (or ran into each other, depending on the skill of the navigators), Fred had a sudden realization that his work here was done. He felt good about that. A feeling of completeness suddenly covered him and everyone on his ship. Fred didn't know what this other ship was or why it was so important to have saved it. He just knew that it was terribly important. Now the people on that ship could go get their parrot. How did he know that? He didn't know. He just knew he was done. He could go now. So he did.



THE END

ShipSunk Lore 1:
( Elithr:
The last Journey )

Day 1:

Several month's passed since we escaped the Dungeon. I keep saying we but I think we never really left that place. My wife passed away or at least what was left of her as she underwent horrible moments what felt like years within that damned place. I felt it too, staying much longer would have meant the end of me as well. So I decided to venture out to seek a meaning for all of this, a grand plan as I have lost faith.

Day 2:

There's a storm raging over the seas, the captain says it is bad and we should steer clear from this freak of nature. Something within me does not really care. Its not that I have given up on everything. No, shame would fall upon our names if I would cowardly take my own live. Yet there is this thing that tells me to destroy it all.



ShipSunk Lore 2:
( Sanguine:
Cursed )

May fortune smile upon us.

Our drinks reach high and our songs fill the nightly sky.

This may be our last feast, for we the chosen few might not return.



A great journey lies in front of us as we drink rum while sailing across the rift. A dangerous land as the old tales tell, full of ancient monsters. But with the fortune promised to us we sail brave with our precious cargo towards a small trading post. However, tales are tales and may not be fact so we are the wiser to worry about the foul pirates which are certain to sail on these waters. Cutthroats, Murderers and all kinds of filth.



According to the messengers they where last seen near the Frozen Tides, a northern land of ice in which the whales are being hunted. This was a month ago, approximately the time they would need to lay down a ambush in the ocean's fog which is all too common in this area. I'd rater not think about how they circle round and round their pray loaded with gold, silver and most of all rum. If there ain't no booze it ain’t worth it. Which is why we, the dogs and even the parrots are drifting on the seventh wave to Valhalla.



However this time and as the first time I have something that worries me even more then those nasty pirates... What resides in that box which they carried on board at night before our hasty departure? What is that noise...



ShipSunk Lore 3:
( NLBlackEagle's Book ):

What kind of stories would've been found? What would have been considered rare or common? These questions are what riddles the mind after spending hours writing lore which function is to support the main story line. As of now I've written 2740 words within this main lore file, so know that apart from this book there are many, many others hidden around in the world you are exploring and they all point to a certain event. The reason why I decided to write out of bounds within this book is because I wanted to introduce some form of credits by referring to the persons which made this world possible, which created the sunken ship you'll find this book in. So If you are interested take a look at https:
//dregora.com/about-us/ and scroll down a bit to see who contributed and what else there is to find within this world or what is planned. I hope you'll enjoy your adventures within this world and if not, now you'll know where to find me 😉



ShipSunk Lore 4:
( Dregorian's Voyager VII Manifest ):

Ship Manifest:



Ores

330 LBS Unrefined Coal Dest:
Sailors Camp



110 LBS Unrefined Uranium

Dest:
Westport 15



452 LBS Iron Ingots Dest:
DawnCliff Smithy



Spoil-able:

820 LBS Wheat - Dest Port Karim

256 LBS Fruit - Dest Port Karim



Passengers:

Ludwig Heathrow

Elithr Raven



ShipSunk Lore 5 ( Thunder Storm - by Joshua )

Day's pass by, day after day every one different from one another among which most forwards, others back and some like a summer breeze in which sitting at the shore seems like a timeless activity. These are the days which matter when all time's feeling collide at a single moment in time like a calm yet powerful storm of both happiness and sorrow. Would you recognize this? If so be happy, feel warm and enjoy these moments when you are true to yourselves. True as an anchor holding you in place when the storm hits instead of taking you to the unknown and dark places which lay in wait looking at you. Waiting until you are weak to strike you down.



Never again is what most would say but wait, stop and think for once. Feel for once as even unhappy feelings are still feelings.



- Not all storms are bad -



ShipFloat Lore 1:
( A very old book:
Reclaiming the World )

Generations have passed since the landing of the Dregorian Voyager and despite breathing in fresh air, growing our food under the stars and having a world to explore it has not been easy on us. The corrupted which remained from the Blight have made their foothold making exploration and reclaiming not as easy as we initially thought. Yet as of the great divide which is the wall that separates us from them nowadays we can move around more freely then ever. And so we, or I in this case find myself in this ship on a great journey to reclaim our lands beyond the point we thought possible. Being part of this ship full of building materials I feel like a Dregorian anew. On our way to create one of many strongholds with great defenses. Sapphire cities is what we will name them and there will be more then just one. Created to support us in our future voyages.



ShipFloat Lore 2 ( A very old book:
Sapphire City ):

We have arrived at our destination which currently is nothing more but a rock, nevertheless a foundation on which we will build prosperity. A rock which will carry the weight of all future voyages and help Dregora emerge from the ashes what was once called Earth. Slowly we lower the beams and fix them with heavy stones. Ship by ship, stone by stone I see towers and walls emerge while waves hit and storms rage. This is not just the creation of a city. This is hope.



ShipFloat Lore 3 ( A very old book:
Kingdom's Creation ):

Having witnessed the creation of the cities a long time ago plans are now being made to create a grand capital. A plan that has little to no chance of failing now as ships are already being charted and lands have been claimed. Not for long we will set sail for one more time in the name of this great century, a prosperous one where there's little to no suffering. A century which has given birth to hope, a lot of hope.



ShipFloat Lore 4 ( A Sighting, Pirates and Hope. ):



Row, row and row without end. What have they been thinking to not bring a reserve? I can still see it happening, that bloody storm and some nut job of a sailor which did not properly secured the sails. Now all we can do is row as we have lost our sail and do not have anything to replace it with. It will take weeks before we arrive back at port if we even make it. Pirates are known to hunt these waters which makes me even angrier at the captain. First for not having anything in reserve, secondly for hiring nut jobs. "Say's the newbie" I think by myself. Anyway, we're in this situation and complaining can't do shit about it so let's just row and row without end, trying to escape a monstrosity of a storm which seems to come closer every day.



Out of the luckiest and weirdest experiences of all Dregorian this last one must have deserved a spot among the top 10, as well as a fitting name for this journal, A Sighting, Pirate and Hope. Yes hope to return to port despite the circumstances we're in. You see, we have a sail now despite being ripped apart and a mix up of crew members. The night before yesterday we got hit by the storm despite our efforts. In all it's rage we lost a few members of our crew and eventually we got stuck on a reef. Lucky you could say since we would've surely have died if we where to continue but no, definitely not and at the same time yes. Let's start with the lucky part. We managed to get away, not on our own ship but another one with iron plating under it's hull protecting it against the reef. Full of panicking pirates though. Pirates which where very willingly to corporate to escape the monstrosity, even risk jail time for it. What I couldn't have guessed in that moment is that they did not exactly meant the storm...



What it was became awfully clear to me as most of the crew arrived at the pirate's ship where the pirates where desperately trying to get loose from the reef. A Loud cracking noise behind me, our ship was gone. Instead there was a black beast on top of the reef glaring in our direction just as the ship got loose. The beast flew up, getting in position for another attack I assume but we did not saw it again. And so I sit here waiting till we arrive at port which should be in a few hours. The pirates and our crew made an agreement to leave the pirate part out of it. They as I are truly frighted and would rater spend their days on land from now on.



ShipFloat Lore 5 ( From the Edge ):

It's been several months since we ventured out with the goal to explore the distant lands. We have seen the wall, the great divide and the nuclear wastelands beyond and I survived, I as the only remaining member of what you could call a fleet. I'm nothing more then a simple mercenary lucky enough to say he saw dragons, giant flesh eating worms and even worse. Whoever thinks the corrupted within the walls are bad should be spared of what is beyond as there are no mutations there, there are no corrupted. It's gotten beyond that point and can only be translated into pure evil. Evil with a awareness, fortresses and kingdoms. Evil dark kingdoms found far into the wastelands.



Quarry Lore 1 ( The Prospector ):

It's the day of trials, testing whenever this location has either a bad or good deposit. It's weird how the trees grow at this location which is usually a indication of a rich coal deposit underground which is exactly what we're looking for.



Quarry Lore 2 ( SinkHole ):

Standing at the edge i feel lucky, lucky to not be swallowed by this hole that doesn't seems to have a bottom until I realized, the corrupted come from below the ground. But on the other hand there may be a large deposit of valuables, this would save us months of digging. On top of that, no matter how slim the chance is there may still be someone to have survived the fall. I quickly scramble everyone and tell them to grab their climbing gear. Half an hour passed as we started going down and down. First meters, then hundred of meters until my workers started complaining just as we neared an clearing. What is this? Our curiosity overtook as we descended further. A gigantic chasm, an underground world, what is this place?



However, our admiration was one of mere moments as we became aware of the bottom. The first thought that went through my head was a magma or lava river but i couldn't feel the heat. Upon closer inspection I saw monsters, countless of them and I was not the only one. I could see it in the way my team members behave so I calmly said, do not make a sound and lets get the hell out of here. As we ascent we could hear noises from below, screaming from the corrupted? Or maybe from the ones that fell and somehow survived. Once back at the surface we started sealing up the hole, first beams then plates and eventually dirt and stone so that nobody would ever come here and dig it up again.



Quarry Lore 3 ( Pandora's Key ):

As we dug for days on end, each one of us with our own motives like for our family or to gain wealth as we find ancient treasures from which the finder receives 10% of the wealth it contains. Imagine finding an ancient magical sword or a book full of secrets. Yet none of that matters to me as with the amount i have gathered i could go some place and spend my old days without a worry ever again. If it haven't been for that traveler I probably would be sitting in my mighty chair enjoying some good whiskey right now. It started at the Grimstone Quarry where a traveler met me just after I found a book with strange markings. He told me to bury it somewhere and never look back or face the redcloaks. First i thought he was mad but soon after these so called redcloaks started appearing from thin air in search of a book. So I made up my mind and buried the book. Moments later I was approached by the traveler once again. We talked for hours about the origin, what happened in the far past and most importantly what is to come.



Part of this involves a key I must find, said to be lost many years ago and now buried deep. Since that moment I started my quest in search for this key that may mean our salvation or our demise.



Quarry Lore 4 ( Beware of Earthquakes ):

The ground started shaking as we quickly ran to safety in fear of the falling rocks. It's been the seventh time this has happened within the month, yet we still work every day. In fact within 5 minutes we will probably start digging again. Every day more and more workers leave the quarry. Something I can not do just yet. This is my last chance to pay my debts, taking a run isn't among the possibilities as well, or so I thought. Since here I stand, with my family after escaping the massacre in the village. A horde accompanied by what we thought to be an earthquake. Something we disturbed as we dug deeper and deeper until we opened an ancient chasm from which it flew, A dragon. I leave this letter here for others to find, if you feel the ground moving do not hesitate and run for your lives as this earthquake is not just like any other, it's alive.



Quarry Lore 5 ( Productivity Rapport - 4 Moons ):

This Rapport has been written up by the headmaster of the Kazungi Quarry and contains the following:
Productivity chart, Reasoning, Current holdings. The charts have been updated each moon.

Productivity Chart:
Moon 1

Total Extracted:
6019 LBS Raw Ore

Extract - 890 LBS Pure Coal

Extract - 70 LBS Pure Gold

Extract - 0.2 LBS Diamond

Extract - 170 LBS RStone

Extract - 0.1 LBS Emerald



Productivity Chart:
Moon 2

Total Extracted:
8190 LBS Raw Ore

Extract - 989 LBS Pure Coal

Extract - 128 LBS Pure Gold

Extract - 0.1 LBS Diamond

Extract - 320 LBS RStone

Extract - 0.09 LBS Emerald



Productivity Chart:
Moon 3

Total Extracted:
10290 LBS Raw Ore

Extract - 1829 LBS Pure Coal

Extract - 144 LBS Pure Gold

Extract - 0.5 LBS Diamond

Extract - 158 LBS RStone

Extract - 0.2 LBS Emerald

Productivity Chart:
Moon 5

Total Extracted:
7881 LBS Raw Ore

Extract - 1789 LBS Pure Coal

Extract - 189 LBS Pure Gold

Extract - 0.3 LBS Diamond

Extract - 111 LBS RStone

Extract - 0.4 LBS Emerald



Reasoning Moon 1:
Setting up Equipment, digging initial quarries, removing top layer caused a lower then normal extraction.

Reasoning Moon 2:
Rain caused the pit to fill delaying the mining operation for 2 days.

Reasoning Moon 3:
No problems to report, crew was especially motivated as things where going fine now.

Reasoning Moon 4:
Large concentration of corrupted where passing by enforcing safety protocol.



Current Holdings:


32380 LBS Raw Ore Extracted *

5497 LBS Pure Coal Extracted - SOLD 80%

531 LBS Pure Gold Extracted - SOLD 30%

1.1 LBS Diamonds Extracted - SOLD 60%

759 LBS RStone Extracted - SOLD 10%

1.6 LBS Emerald Extracted - SOLD 5%



Mine shafts Lore 1:
( The Stronghold ):

My hands feel rough, there's dirt under my nails and my cheeks are black. This is what it is to work in the mines, day after day. It surely does pay good but as I go day by day my muscles grow stronger yet I grow weaker and today might be my last day as the entrance collapsed but at the same time the shifting rocks also opened up an ancient cave, a cave with weird straight beams made from a material I have never seen before. I heard the stories about ancient structures in the wastelands yet this is here, in the middle of the mountains. A big cave with beams and lights, doors... Maybe these will grant us a way out of this maze of mines.



Mine shafts Lore 2 ( Mineral Deposits ):

As the operational officer of the Z1-3, Z2-3 and Z1-15 mines I found out that there is a variation in mineral deposits depending on the location. Usually rivers and such should accumulate a larger then average gold deposit, however the ancient records seem to be failing at this point as we have not found any ounce of gold in the rivers just yet, instead they are mainly buried deep under the ground, especially the mountains have a large quantity of valuables.



Mine shafts Lore 3 ( Bones & Beasts ):

Buried deep underground in chasms we found bones, mainly underneath the plains. I can still hear the historians talk about this with great admiration. Something I can't phantom as there are stories of these beasts walking, running or even flying around. Stories goes that there are even those who dig tunnels, gigantic worms in the wastelands... It truly gives me the creeps while chopping away rock after rock in search of gold, emerald, diamonds and more.



Mine shafts Lore 4 ( The Encounter ):

Rumors about the beasts, facts about their dungeons both underground. It's scary but well paid. They say the deeper you go the more dangerous it becomes, the more frequent these encounters will be. And so I mine and mine, now equipped with a sword and armor for safety.. Yet they roam in these tunnels waiting for a moment in which I let down my guard. They wont get me though, no. Definitely not.



Mine shafts Lore 5 ( Trapped ):

I am but a John Doe trapped underneath dirt and rock. Water is slowly rising as they have broken through the ceiling and the lake came falling down. We, our crew are all here experiencing our final moments. These mines are dangerous, not to be underestimated. Corrupted roaming around, surrounded by ancient relics striking those who witness with everlasting fear for something they may or may not ever encounter. Stories about ancient structures, paths leading to the surface. The last as a fraction of hope. Not here though... Here is darkness, here is the place where live decays slowly while the water is raising and raising while we close our eyes and imagine. We are not here, we are bathing in a bathhouse, washing the dirt off while enjoying the moment with a glass of beer. As we keep talking about our past experiences i turn around and see the door, an exit. I stand up, slowly walk over only to find myself falling into the void..

This is it, farewell cruel world.



Generic Lore 1 ( The Blight - Chapter 1 ):

The year is 2116 and the world is at peace, not because we took a better path as there are daily riots and looting, but because the nations fuel reserves reached a point where they could no longer fuel the war machines. This was the moment where the world leaders shook their hands and initiated Project Arcturus. The goal was to solve the global energy shortage by extracting zero point energy from their own universe, a source of power potentially dozens of times more potent than a Zero Point Module. However, the project suffered from a fatal flaw. By extracting zero point energy from it's own space-time it resulted in the destabilizing of space within the close vicinity of the zero point reactor. No longer obeying the normal laws of physics exotic particles where formed, they interacted in ways impossible to predict resulting in a runaway reaction in the containment chamber.



Without a lot of information to go on people came to the conclusion space-time has been bend and dimensions have molten together causing the effects of this catastrophe. First the electromagnetic shock wave, powerful enough to destroy the infrastructure as we knew it. Ships dead in the water, planes with complete system failures and earthquakes destroying our means of transportation on the ground. Months later, just as humanity started to find a grip the mutations came, also referred to as the corrupted. It started with a few but they quickly became a common occurrence from which even the inhabitants buried deep underground in their mighty concrete bunkers where not safe. Driven back to our last standing strongholds we foresaw the future with grim eyes. Far away, behind the horde our advanced nuclear saviors of old times stood, slowly ticking away our remaining time as there where none left to fix any damage done. Before long we retreated to our deepest bunkers, ironically powered by nuclear reactors and waited for the world to heal again.



Meanwhile a distant hope was approaching this broken, nuclear world, one that would earn the world's name and it's history as if they where twins. The Dregorian Voyager, a mighty ship with but one goal, colonize distant stars. A dream shattered by a simple malfunction within the hyper drive mainframe that caused the passengers to live a thousand years in stasis until they finally arrived back at earth.



Generic Lore 2 ( The Dregorian's Demise - Chapter 2 ):

As the staff crew launched into orbit on board a much smaller vessel towards the Dregorian Voyager all of humanity applauded them. A decade would pass until they would return with what everyone hoped to be good news about one or more distant planets suitable to host human life. A place where they could prosper without the atmosphere being polluted beyond saving. However, among all these good hopes and wishes there was a tiny little object they did not anticipated. Far away, light years in fact a asteroid traveled and had been traveling for many million years and among all the rocks it has absorbed the next one was way too big. With a chaotic collision they merged but not completely as tiny rocks flew off in all directions. One of them towards a little moon orbiting a far, far away planet in a unknown system which was currently being visited by the Dregorian Voyager.



Nothing special happened, a tiny rock flew at near the speed of light and hit the hull, leaving a tiny hissing gap which was immediately fixed by the autonomous robots with the task to keep the ship in sublime condition. But it was not just the hull that got penetrated, by mere chance this tiny rock meant the death of two of our crew's members. As it was so tiny it could penetrate basically anything within the ship, including the navigational unit of the hyper drive mainframe. A precious piece of software only a senior mechanic could and should quickly fix as the longer this chip was not working the more the Dregorian Voyager would drift off towards unknown space.



Many years later the Dregorian Voyager reached it's destination, or so the crew thought. But after waking they quickly realized something was wrong. Two of the designated mechanics where dead, hit by a tiny rock while in stasis. A tragedy they thought, until they took a look outside and everything was not as it should have been. Unknown stars, planets.. Nothing they could recognize from the extended training. Nothing the computer could recognize in it's current state as the shutdown sequence was interrupted by a malfunction in the navigational chip. To sum things up, the hyper drive would primarily need two replacements, a navigational chip and a new Crontonium Crystal which unintentionally functioned as a fuse and got hit by a surge caused by skipping the shutdown sequence. The navigational chip replacement was nothing to worry about, the same goes for the Crontonium Crystal if it wasn't a one of a kind crystal. Of course there where replacements, but not as good as the initial one.

A couple days passed, systems where running again and we knew exactly where we where. In sublime condition our destination would have been 5 years ahead. A simple dream away in stasis. Yet the ship could only travel at a mere fraction of it's former speed. Would the Dregorian Voyager set course for it's original destination it would take 987 years to reach while earth was close to a 1000 years away. With both destinations nearly equally as bad we pulled a vote and decided to return home.

Generic Lore 3 ( The Arrival - Chapter 3 ):
Years passed while the crew of the Dregorian voyager slept in stasis. As the Dregorian Voyager approached the Milky Way the crew was awaken to make long-distance contact with Earth which seemed so blue the last time they saw it, nearly 800 years ago when they decided to return home. However, upon looking towards the earth they saw nothing but a planet covered in red dust. Has earth vanished, somehow replaced by a red ball of dust like Mars? Uncertain of their findings they tried all methods of contact longing for any answer. Weeks passed while hope declined. Earth as they knew it was gone. Only a small speck of vegetation remained, somehow spared by whatever happened on earth. And so, with mixed feelings they went to their stasis pods once again to sleep for the remaining 20 years as they slowly approached earth.20 years passed in a second, while vomiting and feeling incredibly sick the crew's captain stumbled out of his pod and dragged himself to the infirmary to climb back into another pod and activate it. A day passed while the pod healed him from his extended hibernation while his other crew members waked up as well. As a second nature once capable everyone started checking all systems and did a full ship diagnostic. Everything worked fine, including the substitute Crontonium Crystal. As the crew arrived at deck they could see the captain standing in the center of the room. Behind him there was a red ball, almost like an eye as there was a green iris looking in their direction. What they saw is what remained of Earth. So it was true, the world as they knew it was forever gone, buried under a thick layer of rest dust.

Generic Lore 4 ( A Dead World ):
As the corrupted burned to a crisp the landing gears of the Dregorian Voyager touched the ground after a thousand years. This was also the moment we woke the scientist department to assess the damage and see what can be done while a small team of marines will assist us in finding any survivors to tell us what happened to the Earth. Not much later the scientist department came with a report urging us to visit an known mountain range due north and take some specimen. What we did not told them is that we would not only assemble a team to get the specimen but also visit a special bunker in those mountains. May humanity need any refugee from an apocalyptic event that is where they would go.Only one person returned from this expedition with a sample of the mountain. His last struck the crew with fear and had they not listened I wouldn't be here to tell this story. "Beasts, corrupted... Evil. Close the gates, NOW! You MUST" As the scientist did their test we closed up the ship. No one out, no one in. And as night fell we heard the noises against the hull. Dawn arrived as the wind blew over a desolate wasteland and a scientist found the truth. Today marks the year 6156, 4076 years since the departure of the Dregorian Voyager. Knowing this and the fact that finding any survivors is very slim the leaders of the departments came together to talk about the future. Would they remain at earth and use terraforming equipment to slowly return the Earth in it's former beauty or would they embark on their journey to distant stars as the original plan was? As the vote resulted in an unanimous decision to remain on earth they started up the engines of the zero-point module, their primary source of energy on the Dregorian.

Generic Lore 5 ( A new world. ):
Generations passed as the land slowly became fertile again. Seeds where spread and trees where popping out the ground. First there was a river, later came live in the form of forests, animals and birds. The passengers of the Dregorian Voyager woke up to this new world, being told this actually was Earth they where pained but their will to live was greater then their despair. A big wall was created using the technology we had to keep out the corrupted so we could sleep in our houses at night instead of within the ship. This was also the time of exploration, to see what happened to the world and so towns where created further and further away from the Dregorian Voyager which slowly but surely began to sink into the ground until nothing remained and an era had passed.This is the new world in which we prosper, we the descendants of the Dregorians which once flew among the stars.

Harbor Lore 1 ( Secrets of the ocean by a traveler ):
Beneath the ocean waves many secrets await discovery, ancient ships rumored to travel to the stars and beyond. Ancient temples with treasures and perhaps the true history of Dregora. I have visited some of these places, found some of these ancient sunken ruins and gained great wealth by discovering hidden treasures while learning the secret knowledge of the old ways. The old ways which by the way where forbidden long ago by the redcloaks which till this day still exist and possibly control this world from behind the scenes. I will continue to learn and crack the formula to live 10 lifetimes, like the redcloaks do for centuries. Because unless i am wrong we are about to enter a time that may change everything. This is the day I will leave this note and trusted village from which I grew up to find more clues and direct the future towards the best possible outcome.

Harbor Lore 2 ( Pirates! ):
In the dark night of the eleventh night we hear waves hitting the shore, we hear the docks crumbling under the pressure brought by many evil beings, something not as bad as the corrupted, yet something that nobody should experience. As cannons fire and houses collapse we try to run to safety. Purposely leaving anything of wealth behind as this is what they are after. Yet I carry this ancient sword to protect my family. My children and lovely wive which they will take away from me for their own enjoyment. As we run we see the exit is blocked so we hide in the hope they wont find us while their footsteps sound closer and closer...

Harbor Lore 3 ( Let us set sail ):
As we carry box by box we're in a happy mood. Not because the pay is good or because we long to feel the ocean waves carrying the ship to our destination. It's because we carry a greater purpose to the ships. It may just be rocks and wood but from these supplies we will build mighty cities in the middle of the oceans from which we will set sail to conquer this world once again. So we sing happily as we go and build out future.

Harbor Lore 4 ( Corrupted Charter ):
Hiding while they slowly progress from door to door towards a mighty ship without flags. Sitting in the corner of my attic while they drag the residents of this harbor out of their houses. Accompanied by tall creatures wearing red and black cloaks. I couldn't move a limb as my neighbors screamed and their children where dragged away from them by savage monsters. By the stinking and rotting corrupted. What in Dregora's name is going on? What did they do to deserve this is what I think as I see the ship take sail, never to be heard of again.

Harbor Lore 5 ( Sword of the Deep ):
One day, just like any other I went fishing, not like the big shots do it with their fancy nets and fleet of fancy ships. No, simply with a fishing rod, some bait and a lot of patience. It wasn't till early afternoon once i finally sat within my simple boat with a bucket of bait. Glaring at the ocean which was surprisingly calm, waiting till i would hook something on my line I saw a reflection under water so I took a closer look. Deep underwater, impossible to see if it wasn't for the calmness of the ocean today. It looked like a piece of metal with guards, a beam? No, that must be a sword. Knowing how much swords can cost i undressed myself and jumped from my boat. Arrived at the bottom I tried to move the sword. Is it me? Am i growing old? I couldn't lift the thing an inch so I went back up to grab a rope. After about half an hour I sat on my boat again with the sword next to me, not as heavy as it seemed before. I could just barely lift it but at least I could lift it. I wonder what it will be worth, as it's so heavy I do not think it would be very useful in combat but we'll see what it's worth it.

Medieval City Lore 1:
( The Huntress by Sofia Samatar ) For fear of the huntress the city closed like an eye. Only my window stayed open, because, as a foreigner, I didn’t know better. In the morning, poor children would scrub the stains from the roofs. Now the rain-dark head came down and rested on the dome of the embassy.The moon shed feathers of light, as if molting. In the morning the eaves would drip with pinkish foam. A stench of fur came in at the window. I went to slam it shut, but instead I stood there, fingers gripping the edge of the frame. I closed my eyes in the searching heat. All over the city people were taking shelter in their cellars and under their beds. Once there were two children and they were the only ones on their block who kept the passion for monsters after they grew up.The only ones. Why should that be? Our dad used to tell us stories of camel herding. He would scare us by mimicking the sound of a lion. This lion didn’t sound like any lion from movies or games or anything. It had a whining hunger. It was a tenor lion.Her prowler’s voice, surprisingly high and small. Like a question. All over the city people were covering their heads. The leaves outside my window shrank and smoked. Exiles and insomniacs share this feeling:
that each is the only one.I feel like I’m turning into this fierce person. A taskmaster to myself, like a ballet dancer or a monk. Are monks happy? No, they are not interested in that category of feeling. But I’m supposed to be. I’m an American.The Huntress left dark patches wherever she passed. She left a streak. In the morning, the hotel staff would find me unconscious, gummed to the floor. The proprietor weeping, for nothing like this had ever happened in his establishment, nothing. Had I not read the instructions on the desk?The fierceness can be seen around the mouth. I compress my lips when I’m thinking. Our dad was the same way.In the morning the staff would run me a bath. Now the Huntress bent to my window, but she was not there to feed. She was there as a witness.

Medieval City Lore 2:
( A very old book:
The Frontier ) It's been just a month since we finished the foundation of this city, one of more to function as a bridge between the inner and middle layer of this safe haven we call Dregora. The morale is amazing as we have not lost a single soul to the invaders of our newly invented world. Brick by brick we'll rebuild what was destroyed but better while giving this new world a chance the former world never had. A way to build and create without the need of nuclear reactors. Without the risk of a energy war ever happening again and thus we build like our very old ancestors did. With wood, stone, tears and blood. Slowly laying the foundation of a new civilization, of new strongholds and huge kingdoms now nothing more then plans written on paper but soon to be realized.

Medieval City Lore 3 ( Forbidden Book of Laws ):
This book contains information on the ancient laws of Dregora in which it states several rules like we live by these days, except for a couple of differences. One for example would be to live in harmony and prosper which seems awfully idealistic for these times. However despite being a book of laws it has some interesting entries basically preventing anyone to experiment with the forces of nature, explicitly lightning.

Medieval City Lore 4 ( Ancient Book of the Church ):
This Ancient book is mostly unreadable, however some can just nearly be read...Entry 1-9:
In the beginning Dregorians came upon our lands. The land was scorched and lifeless and darkness was over the face of the deep. And a Dregorian said, let there be light, and light there was. And a Dregorian said let there be good and the corrupted left.Entry 1-17 As for the one who is weak in faith, welcome him, but not to quarrel over opinions.Entry 3-19 But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil you shall not eat, for in the day that you eat of it you shall surely die.”Entry 11-4 And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day.

Medieval City Lore 5 ( A page from the Founders Book ):
It has been months since the initial creation of this stronghold started, it's nothing like the old cities which remnants still remain in the wastelands, yet it is a start. It surprises me how fast is all goes. Ships already started setting sail towards the great unknown to go and explore what remains of this world and rumors already return telling grand tales about ice forming on the outer edges of Dregora.

Small Ruin Lore 1 ( Luthor:
The Origin Part 2 ):
New revelations have occurred while researching the corrupted and their habitats. It is almost as if the former person still resides within these beasts desperately trying to escape. Sometimes this can be seen in the form of delusional chatter, easy to be mistaken for attempts of communication. Al tough I have to say that whenever there is chatter the other corrupted seem to react. Some more then other and in very rare cases they all respond equally as if they have a discussion. The latter only occurs when they face an event that requires above average effort to overcome.

Small Ruin Lore 2:
( Aberrant behavior ):
As a scientist i feel we are on the verge of discovering something huge, something important. It's as the corrupted have acquired a way of thinking like we do. It is nothing much just yet but observing these mysterious graves carved in by the corrupted it proofs they are capable of communication which implies having a memory and cognitive ability. It's something that frightens me as these findings do not appear in any of the history books. On top of that more and more seem to show aberrant behavior, grouping together and moving as if they where on a journey. They all seem to move towards the outer edges of Dregora like a grand migration towards some place to be.

Small Ruin Lore 3:
( A Travelers Note ):
As you skip through the pages you start to wonder if there's anything readable since the entire book seems to be written in a foreign language. That is except for the author tag, A Traveler's Note.In ancient writings:
Electricity is a type of energy that can build up in one place or flow from one place to another. When electricity gathers in one place it is known as static electricity (the word static means something that does not move); electricity that moves from one place to another is called current electricity.Static electricity often happens when you rub things together. If you rub a balloon against your pullover 20 or 30 times, you'll find the balloon sticks to you. This happens because rubbing the balloon gives it an electric charge (a small amount of electricity). The charge makes it stick to your pullover like a magnet, because your pullover gains an opposite electric charge. So your pullover and the balloon attract one another like the opposite ends of two magnets.Have you ever walked across a nylon rug or carpet and felt a slight tingling sensation? Then touched something metal, like a door knob or a faucet (tap), and felt a sharp pain in your hand? That is an example of an electric shock. When you walk across the rug, your feet are rubbing against it. Your body gradually builds up an electric charge, which is the tingling you can sense. When you touch metal, the charge runs instantly to Earth—and that's the shock you feel.Lightning is also caused by static electricity. As rain clouds move through the sky, they rub against the air around them. This makes them build up a huge electric charge. Eventually, when the charge is big enough, it leaps to Earth as a bolt of lightning. You can often feel the tingling in the air when a storm is brewing nearby. This is the electricity in the air around you. Read more about this in our article on capacitors.Electricity is caused by electrons, the tiny particles that "orbit" around the edges of atoms, from which everything is made. Each electron has a small negative charge. An atom normally has an equal number of electrons and protons (positively charged particles in its nucleus or center), so atoms have no overall electrical charge. A piece of rubber is made from large collections of atoms called molecules. Since the atoms have no electrical charge, the molecules have no charge either—and nor does the rubber.Suppose you rub a balloon on your pullover over and over again. As you move the balloon back and forward, you give it energy. The energy from your hand makes the balloon move. As it rubs against the wool in your pullover, some of the electrons in the rubber molecules are knocked free and gather on your body. This leaves the balloon with slightly too few electrons. Since electrons are negatively charged, having too few electrons makes the balloon slightly positively charged. Your pullover meanwhile gains these extra electrons and becomes negatively charged. Your pullover is negatively charged, and the balloon is positively charged. Opposite charges attract, so your pullover sticks to the balloon.For an electric current to happen, there must be a circuit. A circuit is a closed path or loop around which an electric current flows. A circuit is usually made by linking electrical components together with pieces of wire cable. Thus, in a flashlight, there is a simple circuit with a switch, a lamp, and a battery linked together by a few short pieces of copper wire. When you turn the switch on, electricity flows around the circuit. If there is a break anywhere in the circuit, electricity cannot flow. If one of the wires is broken, for example, the lamp will not light. Similarly, if the switch is turned off, no electricity can flow. This is why a switch is sometimes called a circuit breaker.You don't always need wires to make a circuit, however. There is a circuit formed between a storm cloud and the Earth by the air in between. Normally air does not conduct electricity. However, if there is a big enough electrical charge in the cloud, it can create charged particles in the air called ions (atoms that have lost or gained some electrons). The ions work like an invisible cable linking the cloud above and the air below. Lightning flows through the air between the ions.

Small Ruin Lore 4 ( Project Icarus ):
This book contains information regarding project Incarus, the predecessor of the Dregorian Voyager. The summary gives a bit of explanation on it's origin and goes as following.Project Icarus is a theoretical engineering design study aimed at designing a credible, mainly nuclear fusion-based, unmanned interstellar space probe. Project Icarus was an initiative of members of the British Interplanetary Society and the Tau Zero Foundation (TZF) started in 2009. It is now managed by the members as a separate division of the umbrella organization of the nonprofit organization Icarus Interstellar. It was motivated by the British Interplanetary Society's Project Daedalus, a similar study that was conducted between 1973 and 1978. The summary continues, telling how the first real tests where a success initiating the design of the Dregorian voyager.

Small Ruin Lore 5 ( Maintenance Book ):
This book contains information regarding maintenance of the Dregorian Voyager. It speaks about mechanical systems and the proper tools for each piece of equipment. As the Dregorian Voyager was equipped with some state of the art technology including advanced use of crystals to store and transfer a lot of data at lightning fast speeds. There are several chapters named Crystallization, Tool Maintenance, Basic Engineering, Safety regulations and Basic Electronics. You figure this may be of use later on.

Village Lore 1 ( Dear Diary ):
Hello dear diary, It's me again! Today was a great day as I got to spend time with the smithy apprentice, he's such a nice boy. He has to see something in me doesn't he? He even made me a iron rose on which he worked for days ( secretly behind the back of the smith headmaster ) I really hope he does not get into trouble for doing so as it was such a sweet thing to do. Oh, by the way some weird things are going on here as I have noticed on my way back home. I saw some weird red cloaked persons walking into that weird man's house. I have never seen them before so I made sure to stay hidden behind the crates on the corner of the street while I watched them carry all sort of stuff outside and loading it on their carriage. I think I sat there for about a hour until someone poked me in my back. I do not know what was having the upper hand, being scared or surprised as when I turned around it appeared to be that same man living there. He told me to be silent and silently follow him. On the other side of the town he told me to forget what I saw if I wanted to continue my live as it is in this town, he even made me promise it. Weird right? But well, he's a weird person after all. Maybe there where some people very angry at him for pulling another one of his stunts. Bye Bye Diary.

Village Lore 2 ( A Peculiar Merchant ):
As you skip through the pages there's something that peaked your interest... Often described as he who carries stones and sticks, our own peculiar merchant. It is rare to see him actually selling his wares as they mostly are rocks in which only he finds meaning. "This rock has weird inscriptions! Do you see? I have never saw anything like it but if you want to unravel it's secrets you'll have to buy it to take a closer look." Is his opening line most often. However this time although a heavy dusty object he actually brought something that peaked my interest. I'm one of the few to actually identify the true nature of this device. Technically his merchandise is mostly ancient as he tries to sell rocks but this time he hit the spot on the ancient and rare part as it's one of the few remaining carry able interfaces left or as known in ancient times a tablet. Just like the stone flat tablets he brings but so much more as you could store information on it. Information I would love to see. And so this time around I bought it. Although for more as I was hoping for.

Village Lore 3 ( Ancient Device ):
It has been several weeks and a couple gold coins further since I have bought the device from the merchant. My house is currently stocked with books in which a fortune of ancient knowledge resides. They did not made a lot of sense to me but apparently these ancients relied heavily on what can be described as lightning but not as destructive as we know it. They used it to power their machines like we use water and wind to do the same. With this knowledge I plan to build something that does the same. Who knows, maybe I will find a way to power on this device in some way...

Village Lore 4 ( Undelivered ):
Hello good sir, I leave this message as you do not seem to be here any longer. The letter has been burned as instructed by the sender if I would've failed to find you. If you happen to come across this letter it is very urgent that you contact the teacher in the southern capital. He explicitly told me you are in grave danger and should act immediately as your live depends on it.

Village Lore 5 ( The Thief ):
Those pesky red cloaked guys, what do they think threatening me, the famous thief! Nevertheless they are to be considered a dangerous force, something even I can not escape from. I don't feel well about this task, something big is happening here which is why they approached me of course because I am the Thief. If you read this I will be no longer among the people which is why I prepared this note and hid it for someone to find. Watch out for those who call themselves red. They have been here for a long time and will still be in the future.

FarmLand Lore 1:
( Staring Eyes ):
The moon stands high at the nightly sky. A white moon. It's one of those nights where I barely get any rests before starting my daily routine which consists out of breakfast, work in the fields and maintaining the boundaries of my land. Sometimes I can see shadows moving at these nights which makes me hide and tremble in fear. They have not ever noticed me as I trained myself in doing my work as silently as possible. However this time I can see it's glowing eyes staring into my direction. There's no red moon so I should be save... It shouldn't come after me or even be able to notice me. I think of my past experiences and what the elderly said about these beasts. They rarely move during the night while during day they reside under ground in their strongholds but lately I have seen more and more of them moving around above ground. I exhale heavily as the monster resumes it journey towards the horizon. I would swear it could've seen me...

FarmLand Lore 2:
( The Encounter ):
It was night when it happened, a pitch black night with soaring winds or so I thought. It woke me during a sweet dream of spending time with my wife after a hard day of work and so I stood up while the ground was shaking.. A small earthquake? As I opened the window I came to the conclusion that was not entirely the case though. Monsters, countless of them walking on my land. Overcoming my fear I quietly walked back to the bedroom and woke my wife, then our children with the instruction to hide and be as quiet as possible. I feel like as hours have passed due to the time it took me to quietly move around but eventually I found myself back at the window while trying to get my equipment to defend ourselves. A shadow soaring through the sky with wings as big as the house we life in.. It resembled the bones buried deep beneath my land in the dungeon I once explored as a kid. So they are real, the old tales are real. Hours passed as i saw them passing the hills in the distance till dawn came. Not until a couple hours later I finally found the courage to see what happened to my lands, to my kettle so I walked downstairs and opened the front doors. A couple of miles out I found the reason of what seemed like a small earthquake. Big footprints of the beast and no sign of the kettle... So i really saw it, A Flying monster, A Dragon from ancient tales.

FarmLand Lore 3 ( A Lumious Sword ):
A day like any other while working in the field I found my hoe busted because of a rock I must have missed earlier. So i dug and found something rather interesting, a sword which looked like it was planted there moments ago as once I unburied and grabbed the sword the dirt slid off without a speck of rust on it's blade. It seemed like a regular blade but light as a feather making me wonder if the old tales about luminous treasures within the dungeons where true after all.

FarmLand Lore 4 ( The Traveler by Duke the Farmer ):
Just like any other day I got out of bed, had my breakfast and started my work in the field. The birds where singing. Nothing indicated of what was to come but then it happened. As I was swinging my scythe something stopped it's movement leaving me surprised beyond reason as nothing was there to stop it. With a frown on my face I resumed swinging my scythe. Again, it happened again and so I stood there staring at the ground, investigating my surroundings and started digging. Some magical item? I heard of them spontaneous appearing in all kind of locations but nothing was there. Nothing could've prepared me for the next moment though. Not a mighty sword of a divine shield but a bench appeared right in front of me. A sturdy steel bench with pillows on it made from some kind of leather as it seemed. It appeared "Shiny" as if it was being lit by sunlight but at this time of day there is not enough sun to actually make it appear like it does.The bench however was just part of the scene as there was a man sitting on it, a man with a very long red beard. He asked:
"You where looking for a sword?" which i failed to answer still being frozen by the sight of this extremely weird event happening on my lands in the fields I work every single day at. The man asked me to sit next to him and I did as if my body was moving on my own after which he introduced himself as a harmless traveler. He said he was from neither the future, neither the past leaving no question unanswered.. As if he knew what was going through my mind. Eventually he gave me a book to read and told me nobody but me could read it.As I woke up I found myself in the field, what a strange thing just happened, a dream? Did I fainted? I searched the land for the book but couldn't find it so it must've been a dream even though it appeared so real is what I thought until I arrived back home and started reading my favorite book.. I couldn't recognize it anymore, strange markings and a weird story about the end? So I asked my wife where my book was upon which she told me I was holding it... She couldn't see the markings, she couldn't see the story. And so I end mine as I will leave this place with the knowledge I have gathered to save whom I love. To become a traveler myself.

FarmLand Lore 5 ( The Book ):
The book seems to consist out of empty pages except for a few markings and a single line saying:
"Seek the End" and was signed by A Traveler.

JungleLore01 ( Tai Bwo Bwarg - A simple village ):
It's been several months since I passed the gates of this village and have been accepted by it's residents. As an explorer from distant places I wouldn't have thought to find civilizations beyond the great sea, yet here I am in a lush forest with all kind of exotic trees and animals the people back home wouldn't believe. At first when we arrived at the shores of this new land I wouldn't have imagined such a village would exists in these forests as simply being here would require all sort of materials to survive. These people however have very simple solutions to the problems caused by the environment. They also seem to live in harmony with their surroundings, rather using it to their advantage then fighting it. It's truly admirable making me think we have much to learn will we ever create any grand settlement here.

JungleLore02 ( Under the Mighty Trees ):
Under these mighty trees there's an whole other world to discover. Big chasms with possibly huge treasures. I And a group of explorers have made friendly contact with the tribesman of this village and set out to explore this new world until we found floating islands with a rather interesting combination of resources underneath. While digging we found out there's a huge world buried underneath. Today marks the day we will set out and explore these massive caverns. I wonder what secrets they hide...

JungleLore03 ( Eyes at the Kun Drak ):
The Explorers have came to our town many, many suns ago when I still was a child. They learned and explained us the power of writing. Once we understood and learned these feats they gave out books for us to write in. Telling us these books are hard to get by we should only write about the important things and so I start this book telling about my encounter during my first real hunt.As the sun was setting I saw a wild pig running away from me.At first I thought it had smelled me while being riddled as to how since I made sure to stay out of the wind and definitely didn't made a sound. Running after it I slowly but surely came into the close proximity of the Kun Drak, where the dead live.Too busy with the pig and riddled over how it got scared I forgot to think about the Kun Drak. A mistake no tribe member should ever make.So, as I approached the clearing in the jungle, the name the explorers gave the forests. I suddenly realized my mistake. The sun was setting and I could see the demons climbing out of their grave to seek for flesh during the night. Eyes where staring at me..Not from the grave but from behind. So it was not me who scared the pig? It was that thing... I turned around, switched my arrows for the poison one and shot a couple in the direction of the demon, all within one breath. It screamed and fell down as I ran past and away from it back to the village. As I approached the gates I warned the guards I may have been followed as I didn't had time to mask my scent. While being very lucky to live I do feel regret and swore to never make this mistake again.

JungleLore04 ( Demons in the shadows ):
While paper and a pen is to be considered rare and time to write or being able to write even more so I find myself being the exception as the son of the village chief. That said I have my obligations towards the residents of this tribe. Like reporting notable experiences during my trials. One of such is my experiences during the great hunt where we leave for 2 months and explore distant regions for mapping purposes and making contact with undiscovered tribes. During my trial we have not found such tribes which may be explained by the demons we encountered at night. While they can show up from time to time and we are quite capable of neutralizing the treat that time around it was different.It was the 18th day of the yearly great hunt which at the same time was my trial which every future chief should undertake. We had just hunted down a wild pig and sat at the campfire while night was setting in. As usual we would save some of the glowing charcoal for later use and bury the existing fire pot under a pile of dirt making sure we leave no traces behind. However, as we did this we heard the call of a bird, but smothered midway through. This call was from one of the scouts we send out to secure the perimeter before we would go to sleep. It meant perimeter secured... Or at least it should've meant that. Knowing how capable the scouts where, always on high alert, knowing seeing and even feeling their surroundings. They where selected for their keen eyes, great hearing and the speed they use to travel throughout the jungle without making a single noise.As the group send another scout to investigate what had happened I sneaked away, trying to follow the scout as my curiosity took the better of me. I was discovered soon after though, by the scout herself. She told me to follow closely behind and to not make a sound. I could tell she was angry but knew there was no time to scold me for my mistake. As I tried to make as little sound as possible she would slowly walk forward knowing that I couldn't match her speed. Later she told me if I wasn't around at that time she would've probably died at that moment. Mere moments later she turned around, signaling me to be very wary of my surroundings and be as silent as possible. A few seconds had passed until i heard the bushes moving up ahead. Nothing but the shadow of trees.. Until I saw one of those shadows moving towards us, closer and closer until it had passed us.We waited until it went out of sight, then waited more and more until the scout asked me:
"Have you ever heard of such a thing? Like in the old chief's trial books or from stories?" I answered her telling there where some ancient myths speaking about an Elite group of demons. She nod, stood up and sneaked back from where we came into the same direction the demon went. A while later we found the camp except there was nobody around as we watched from a distance. We've waited till the signing of birds announced the coming of a new day. This was the moment we saw it in the distance. The Demon stood there, waiting.. Looking around for something.. For us? The scout told me it was hunting for us and that we are lucky it hasn't noticed us yet.We slowly sneaked further and further away from the demon while constantly keeping it in our sights until it wasn't there anymore.. A blink of the eye and it was gone. For a second we stayed there until the scout said:
"Run, it's on the hunt and it knows we are here." So I stood up and I ran and ran until I found a river and jumped in. For hours I clamped myself onto a piece of driftwood making sure it couldn't follow me through tracking my scent.At the shore of the river I applied mud on my skin to leave nothing to the chance and walked for hours once again.Days had passed, starved to death as I refrained myself from making a fire. Insects are all I had eaten during my 6 day trip back towards the village following the stars at night and sun at day. But finally.. I recognize these trees, the rivers.. Everything. I'm close to my village again and I will make it. I will definitely make it.



JungleLore05 ( The Traveler's Mission ):

How I am capable of writing these words still riddles me. Just a day ago I could not possibly grasp the knowledge I find in my possession today. I am nothing but a simple native from the jungle. Hunting for food and taking care of my kettle. Remembering my own life is as looking over the shoulders of a fellow native. Yesterday while hunting I came across a clearing in the jungle and saw a man sitting there. As I approached him I fainted and woke up like this. There's something spooking within my mind though. To go to the ancient dungeon and kill every corrupted which reside within. It's a very important task as I will be able to find out more. I wonder if I am up to the task though, some natives have lost their lives to the foul beasts they call the corrupted.After I complete this task I also feel like going to the Highlands, the northern regions from my location and seek within the mountains for clues regarding some survivors of a disaster which is called the Blight.Apparently some may have survived in their mighty bunkers deep below the mountains.



MayanLore01 ( The End of times. ):

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MayanLore02 ( The Prediction ):

Foreseen by a long time, we the remnants of the ancient culture predict the coming of something that is worse then the end. We are approaching an era in which humanity will be brought to it's knees by the corrupted beings which will rule once world's collide. six thousand years after this event has happened there will be a man given the power to stop it all, you will know him as the traveler to travel among both beasts as what are the remnants of humans. We foresee this future in which humanity will be tested once again and may it survive it will strive for better days in which a few will succeed.

Ŧ๏гєรєєภ ๒א ค l๏ภﻮ tเ๓є, ฬє tђє гє๓ภคภtร ๏Ŧ tђє คภςเєภt ςยltยгє קгє๔เςt tђє ς๏๓เภﻮ ๏Ŧ ร๏๓єtђเภﻮ tђคt เร ฬ๏гรє tђєภ tђє єภ๔. ฬє คгє คקקг๏คςђเภﻮ คภ єгค เภ ฬђเςђ ђย๓คภเtא ฬเll ๒є ๒г๏ยﻮђt t๏ เt'ร кภєєร ๒א tђє ς๏ггยקtє๔ ๒єเภﻮร ฬђเςђ ฬเll гยlє ๏ภςє ฬ๏гl๔'ร ς๏llเ๔є. รเץ tђ๏ยรคภ๔ אєคгร คŦtєг tђเร єשєภt ђคร ђคקקєภє๔ tђєгє ฬเll ๒є ค ๓คภ ﻮเשєภ tђє ק๏ฬєг

t๏ รt๏ק เt คll, א๏ย ฬเll кภ๏ฬ ђเ๓ คร tђє tгคשєlєг t๏ tгคשєl ค๓๏ภﻮ ๒๏tђ ๒єครtร คร ฬђคt คгє tђє гє๓ภคภtร ๏Ŧ ђย๓คภร. ฬє Ŧ๏гєรєє tђเร Ŧยtยгє เภ ฬђเςђ ђย๓คภเtא ฬเll ๒є tєรtє๔ ๏ภςє คﻮคเภ คภ๔ ๓คא เt รยгשเשє เt ฬเll รtгเשє Ŧ๏г ๒єttєг ๔คאร เภ ฬђเςђ ค Ŧєฬ ฬเll รยςςєє๔.

MayanLore03 ( The day of the Red Sun ):

The day of the Red sun has arrived. Today marks the end in which world's will be ripped while humanity fled to it's shelter I am sitting here writing what happens in stone so it may survive the erosion of time. As earthquakes shake the earth and the ground gets ripped apart I sit here on top of this ancient structure watching the rocks falling up and trees sinking in the ground. I'm afloat right now, as if the particles of the world got inverted. Somehow I'm still alive, but that wont take much longer as the earth is spinning and worlds are colliding. Corrupted leap through the rips of time investing those who flee and tremble in fear. The Blight is passing as it devours everything in it's path. This is the end of our era welcoming the corrupted to feast on it's bones.



тнe day oғ тнe red ѕυn



тнє ∂αу σf тнє яє∂ ѕυи нαѕ αяяινє∂. тσ∂αу мαякѕ тнє єи∂ ιи ωнι¢н ωσяℓ∂'ѕ ωιℓℓ вє яιρρє∂ ωнιℓє нυмαиιту fℓє∂ тσ ιт'ѕ ѕнєℓтєя ι αм ѕιттιиg нєяє ωяιтιиg ωнαт нαρρєиѕ ιи ѕтσиє ѕσ ιт мαу ѕυяνινє тнє єяσѕισи σf тιмє. αѕ єαятнqυαкєѕ ѕнαкє тнє єαятн αи∂ тнє gяσυи∂ gєтѕ яιρρє∂ αραят ι ѕιт нєяє σи тσρ σf тнιѕ αи¢ιєит ѕтяυ¢тυяє ωαт¢нιиg тнє яσ¢кѕ fαℓℓιиg υρ αи∂ тяєєѕ ѕιикιиg ιи тнє gяσυи∂. ι'м αfℓσαт яιgнт иσω, αѕ ιf тнє ραятι¢ℓєѕ σf тнє ωσяℓ∂ gσт ιиνєятє∂. ѕσмєнσω ι'м ѕтιℓℓ αℓινє, вυт тнαт ωσит тαкє мυ¢н ℓσиgєя αѕ тнє єαятн ιѕ ѕριииιиg αи∂ ωσяℓ∂ѕ αяє ¢σℓℓι∂ιиg. ¢σяяυρтє∂ ℓєαρ тняσυgн тнє яιρѕ σf тιмє ιиνєѕтιиg тнσѕє ωнσ fℓєє αи∂ тяємвℓє ιи fєαя. тнє вℓιgнт ιѕ ραѕѕιиg αѕ ιт ∂єνσυяѕ єνєяутнιиg ιи ιт'ѕ ραтн. тнιѕ ιѕ тнє єи∂ σf συя єяα ωєℓ¢σмιиg тнє ¢σяяυρтє∂ тσ fєαѕт σи ιт'ѕ вσиєѕ.



MayanLore04 ( χɶραψɷτωɸɸ ):
An extremely old book you can't make sense out of...

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ɣγɭɱɩζɤξλοɮɤβδξɠɭ δɫɦɣκεθ

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τυξονɦɩɸνɫρξννεɠωɩθɠλɽπην

ξλβνψɫδɶοτσθψρατιɠηπγδαɦγ

φɯɭκαδζψɤιωψψɲɸɹτεθμγκτβο

ɭɨɶɷφπɭɯτɠɻɮɸɣ οɭɽοωɫη γζ

ɦɶητɹɹτɥφ λɷɦζωεοɱθɠ υɽɱω

φɫε ɠαɠβρɸββ ɤɣɷηɣξɭ ωɣɮθ

ɽɲψɥε κɷɦɯωɤɷɥɹψɸɱωσθνερβ

ɭɷωɥφɭθθρβɱπεφμɹɨκβηξɻψɱɨ

ιρɫɫɠθɭɯɽɣɠɲηɱατɽσɯɷδμγɣɱ

μερψɣορψηɶɦɽκοχωɫβαɩɨɳζɳσ

ξɽβζψκγλχκ χɠσπβɮɮɨɸοθɤισ

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εɣɳɫοɱɶɮλɣαχɶραψɷτωɸɸ σδ

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υθγɽρδɶχδɸɶε ɸυυορɣɦυɦκηβ

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MayanLore05 ( Book of Knowledge ):

Plugin information

About the TerrainControl plugin

TerrainControl is a plugin which offers the possibility to alter the Minecraft's default world generation. Trough various configuration files it gives the user control over almost every aspect of Minecraft terrain generation with no knowledge of java required. It can be used on both Bukkit or Forge servers and on single player with Forge. TerrainControl is the successor to the old PhoenixTerrainMod, which was based on the popular BiomeTerrainMod.

These are some of it's features:

✓ Control horizontal and vertical noise of terrain generation
✓ Control terrain height and volatility per biome
✓ Generating biome maps from images
✓ Control the size of biomes, islands and continents
✓ Custom biomes
✓ Many options for caves, canyons
✓ Control vanilla structures like mine shafts, strongholds and villages
✓ Full control of ores, plants, dungeons, ponds and many more
✓ Custom trees and other objects (BO2 and BO3)
✓ Block replacement
✓ Visual settings like custom foliage colors (TerrainControl client required)

Tools used for Terrain Generation:

✓ Notepad ++ for easier editing of config files
✓ WorldBorder for pregenerating your map
✓ BO3Tools for in game creation of BO3-objects
✓ GIMP to edit the map.png needed in the FromImage mode

About OTG

OTG is a fork of TerrainControl developed by PG85. It feels and looks the same but when it comes to stability, features and popularity OTG is the better option to choose when you would like to adjust your own Minecraft Terrain Generation. One if it's primary features is that OTG has both Spigot as Forge versions which work nearly bug-free. In comparison TerrainControl has it's flaws and at the time of this writing is losing it's popularity because the development has drastically slowed down.

This plugin has the same features as TerrainControl:

✓ Control horizontal and vertical noise of terrain generation.
✓ Control terrain height and volatility per biome.
✓ Generating biome maps from images.
✓ Control the size of biomes, islands and continents.
✓ Custom biomes.
✓ Many options for caves, canyons.
✓ Control vanilla structures like mine shafts, strongholds and villages.
✓ Full control of ores, plants, dungeons, ponds and many more.
✓ Custom trees and other objects. (BO2 and BO3)
✓ Block replacement
✓ Visual settings like custom foliage colors. (OTG client / forge required.)

This plugin comes with a couple of extra features:

✓ Faster Generation: Instead of approx 20 seconds to start up Dregora (Generation Map) it takes 0 seconds.
✓ Dimension Teleportation (Configurable: Hit the bottom of the world? Teleport to another one.)
✓ OTGPlus+ Advanced forge customstructure features.
✓ And More which you can check out here.

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