Unknown Collectables Rdr2 Novels & Stories

Rows and rows of shelves were filled with oriental objects gathered from all over the world, from Chinese porcelain dolls to African traditional masks and figureheads. The walls were also filled with portraits of varying people, all wearing the same black turtlenecked gear she'd come to associate with Hunters, all with their names scribbled at the bottom of the portrait. Maddie whispered them as she walked: "Quincy James Ravenwood, Dorothea Viola Ravenwood, Imogen Olivia Ravenwood, Arthur Dursley Ravenwood..." And a picture of Jason, Ethan and Cassie's parents: Celia and George Ravenwood.

Something inside her mind knew that this was from Dexter But she couldn't comprehend how he figured out what she had bought for Sante and lost and how he managed to get it back again. She quickly placed the bracelet in another case that she had gotten for Sante's bracelet and wrapped it up before walking downstairs With only one significant thought in her mind. Dexter McCoy. When will he return? And how he got back the bracelet? Both her questions remained unanswered because Dexter never returned back to the house. He didn't even bother to take his left over stuffs which meant that he was either uninterested in taking all of his stuff or maybe he was probably dead and an orphan so nobody was

Rudd continues checking the merchandise along with his crewmates for a few minutes, sometimes shaking his head and others nodding. "I cant just throw a number, but If I had to guess I'll say we have at least 80 silver coins. You got good quality pelts, a lot of food and several firestones. Im sorry to say this, but this ornaments are as good as thrash, nobody here can afford such items, not in this cold winter at least. I don't know what's inside this clay bottles but it doesn't seem expensive, so I won't be selling those either. Lastly, im interested in this contraption, what do you call it?" "It seems completely useless in spring, but it'll make my life so much easier in winter. Since I wa

“Which is exactly why I have to go.” “And what?” Stacy said, incredulous. “You’re just going to walk into it completely blind?” Rachel looked at Dylan, her voice steady. “Not blind. Anchored by the people I trust.” He met her gaze, holding it in silence for a moment before nodding once. “We’re not letting you go in alone this time. Not again.” Nyra turned toward the equipment rack and began pulling ancient gear from its sealed vault—relic armor forged from lost metals, weapons etched with forgotten runes, and breathing stones glowing faintly with stored lunar essence.

I wouldn't let him tarnish the one thing I had left. He pulled me back, his grip firm. "I was observing, not insulting. Why so defensive, Ivy?" I didn't answer. I just kept filing. Cole, realizing that his presence wasn't enough to buy my attention tonight, reached into his mental arsenal. "I have a surplus of Black Rosewood in the Ryder vaults. I could have it brought here." My hand faltered. Rosewood. It was a legendary timber—dense, dark as a moonless night, and nearly impossible to find. My eyes lit up before I could catch myself.

To fill the adrenaline pulsing through my body as the rush of the moment overtakes me. An hour later we barge in the warehouse finding their men unaware playing cards. Before they can react we fire, the smell of gunpowder and timber fills the air as I march looking for Valdor — the second in command. “Where's Valdor?” I ask looking through the number of people. They shrug and I get in further to the warehouse. “Valdor,” I call, finding him sniffing cocaine. His eyes widen when he sees me. He scrambles to reach for his gun but I shake my head. “Don't even try it.”

I headed to the ammunition room and Ross smiled when he saw me. “What do you need?” “Two SRS A2’s, the team’s normal pistol book out, extra magazines, and four Remington ACR’s with two magazines each,” I said to him and smiled. “And a Karambit.” Ross shook his head and smiled again. “You never go anywhere without that damn knife.” “Best knife in the world,” I said. I headed back down to the basement and found the team still standing around and talking to each other. I sat down on my bike. “Go home, get some sleep. I’ll see you all back here tonight.”

They'd take the Delphinus necklace with them, since the Set had a secure place there where they could store it for safekeeping. Roth hadn't shared where the rest of them were going yet. He resumed his stalking, finally stopping in front of the table where all of their assets and clues were laid out. Roth and Cruz had managed to acquire a few more of Rinaldi's things - two additional journals, some books, an antique suitcase, and a few navigation tools, including a compass - on their trip to London. Xavier was glad he didn't have the mind-numbingly boring job of analyzing them for any useful information.

[ Yanlong ] : In the third bathroom, there are wooden spear heads. [ Yanlong ] : They are extremely sharp, you could probably make use of them to create defense structures. [ Yanlong ] : Especially for the metal half door you create on the second floor. [ Yanlong ] : Also, there is a small crystal in the head of every zombie. [ Yanlong ] : This is a precious resource. Collect it, and store them with you. [ Yanlong ] : Take care while storing the zombie nuclei. It is not good to absorb them directly, for that makes a person go mad.

He believed that he could find a cauldron if Haron trusted him enough. The antique market in Korlyn City was massive. Rostead was a small nation that was known for trading collectibles because of Terya. A lot of people gained profit from selling collectibles, and they sold them at a much cheaper price. For collectibles that were worth a million dollars, Rostead usually sold them for eight hundred thousand dollars. That was why a lot of tourists were attracted by the deal. Wilbur walked amongst the crowd and looked at the collectible stalls on the side. Soon, he arrived at a collectible shop called Rondar. He saw Haron walking out of that shop.