Unknown Collectables Rdr2 Novels & Stories

My sister only called when she wanted to complain about our father, Victor, or when she’d messed up another deal at the Quinn Family House. "Dr. Quinn, the Blackridge Task Pack is outside," Maya Collins, my lead healer, whispered as she stepped into the lab. Her eyes were wide. "They found something at the Ravencroft Disposal Grounds. They say it’s a rogue. A bad one." I pulled on my gloves, the latex snapping against my wrists. "Tell the Enforcers to bring the remains to Bay Four. And tell Silas Crowe to stop lurking in the shadows; I can smell his mangy fur from here."

A clamour of murmurs that seemed to come from the stones themselves were carried by the wind as it howled over the barren landscape of the old ruins. Zara and Kael stood together, staring at the throbbing ball of light that hung in the middle of the room. It was the Nexus, the relic they had been searching for so long, the secret to solving the puzzles of their entwined fates.

"Take it in." As she pushed the heavy machine toward the subterranean vault, I followed her inside, my eyes instantly adjusting to the vast collection of wealth stored within the mountain. The room was filled with rare artifacts, prototype weaponry, high-end timepieces, and historical pack banners—each worth enough to fund a minor syndicate war for a year. But as I scanned the rows of opulence, my gaze stopped on a simple, hand-knitted pink scarf resting inside a reinforced glass case. It looked completely out of place among the tactical gear and ancient gold, the rough wool and uneven stitching showing it was made by an amateur.

He looks at everyone like that except for me when we fucked each other. “Raya has invented one. It's still in the testing phase, so we're not sure yet about the results.” Tessa answers, sighing. “There's one more important thing…” I grab everyone's attention. “Lozark has asked me to find the Red Ruby. He even assigned his beta to assist me.” Words come out of my mouth. “You're damn good, Hailey Randle.” A playful smile glints on Jay's lips. “Thanks,” I whisper.

Zahara asked and I just shook my head. "I have literally no idea." The door slowly slid open and j wasn't prepared for what I would find behind it. When the door finally opened, we were graced with so many weapons that could sponsor a war for so many years. "What is all these?" I asked Rake. "These are the spoils from years of war, many years ago. We won a lot of wars and these were what we took back with us. He walked in and we filled him and there were so many. Ranging from knives to swords to daggers to knuckle rings to gloves to so many things that I couldn't name them off the top of my head.

Filled with glowing items. Blue mana crystals. Red health shards. Weapons that pulsed with enchantment. Armor made from dragon scales. It was a dragon's hoard. And it was all free. "Jackpot," Arielle whispered. Sera sniffed a pile of dried herbs. She sneezed. Arielle walked down the aisles. She wasn't looking for weapons. She had claws. She wasn't looking for armor. She had Void skin. She was looking for fuel. She found it in the back.

=== Rag-and-Bone Inventor Description: Created something out of trash. Effects: Increased chance of looting random items in trash piles. === Honestly, who would go through trash piles in the game? Zen was the only person who would do that. In his defence, he wasn’t going through trash piles. He was going through Paul’s discard bin. The gamer even asked for the NPC’s permission to retrieve those items for free before using them. How was this considered looting trash piles?

Telescopes and binoculars were pulled out to check. “There’s our flag,” Mary said. “And those are — Grendel, Slumberjack, John’s Horn, Green Bit, Crimson Shadow, Hawkins, Silver Stag, Astute, and Bear Claw.” “Grendel and Crimson Shadow are from Sweet Haven,” Raja said. “I don’t recognize the rest except the Green Bit.” “They’re all our neighbors, Mr. Raja,” Mary answered. “Minor guilds like us.” “But what are they doing in Rockflower?” Abraham wondered.

"Your selected items include the Starfall Blades, the Millennial Dragonblood Essence, the Tears of the Deep Sea Naga, and one hundred and thirty-seven other rare artefacts." Marcella does not take the paper, her hand hovering in the air. "The total comes to thirty-eight million credit points," the curator says, his smile widening. "Will you be charging this directly to your Pack account, or are you using your personal account today?" Marcella drops her arms, her fingers twitching against her sides. "Thirty-eight million?!" Marcella gasps, the words catching in her throat. The flush of victory drains from her cheeks, leaving her skin looking like curdled milk.

Unfortunately, the cameras didn't have sound, or he would have heard what Eden was asking some security guards. Then Eden did something that half angered Malakai, but also impressed him? But mostly anger. Eden walked into Malakai's office, which he stupidly left unlocked, and went to his first drawer. It was locked. So, what did Eden do? She picked the lock with one of her earrings, and it worked too. And there it was, exactly what Eden was looking for. A gun, but not any gun. Malakai's favourite one. It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun.