The Stormfather

The entry point, from what you can tell, is a trapdoor in the ceiling, on the other side of the room of the medical area.

From above, you hear Meryyn's voice. He sent one of his strike teams... They'll be armed with rifles, but not great ones. He doesn't see you as much of a threat. They might also have throwable explosives, or some kind of hand-held minigun.

Adris waved Mark away. "Go. We can handle it, Mark." "Adris, at this point, I'm not sure. Without me, and without Maj, you number of fighters is going down." Mark regarded him with a flat look. "You're far too proud for your own good, Adris. Just let me help. Rusts, I could even bring in the others, and finally end this nonsense." "No. I'm not being the one who sent one of the Past Tributes to their death." Adris sighed. "Once Stefret comes back from his job out in the south, we'll go find them. Once we have our full power. You know how good he is." "Fine." Mark turned and walked out the door, going back down the steps and immediately leaving. Why does he think that a single fight is going to get all of us killed? We took down nearly eighty peacekeepers on our own, without supplies. He arrived back at the house, knocking on the door.

"This doesn't seem good... I guess it was too much to hope that we'd get a bit of a break after that many fights." Maj grunted, feeling at his chest where Berin had punched him a few times. I'm far too hurt already. If I get into another fight, I probably won't win. "Murr, do you think that we're lucky enough that whatever that was didn't have something to do with the earthquake?" @The Aspiring Archivist

Mark steps into the house where most of the Rusted and Steeles usually stayed, a greeting coming from a few people playing cards on his left. He walked past silently, trudging up the stairs. He found Adris in his room, angrily reading a few papers. "Not again, right?" Mark asked. "It happened. Last night." Adris responded, warily looking at the door. "There were fourteen of them. That makes ninety-two in the last three years." "That's... Too many. Have you figured out who's leading them?" Mark asked, closing the door behind him and taking a seat in a chair beside Adris. "No. We've tried following them, but they communicate with a Coinshot courier, and... It's far too hard to track those." Adris explained, unsheathing a knife and spinning it on his hand. "I'll look into it. Is everyone okay?" Mark asked. "Yeah, but... We can't hold this for long."

Ignoring Sweets, Mark eventually works his way outside, where he meanders over to the merged Rusted and Steele camp, a cluster of small, squat houses divided from the rest of the streets around. The group was no longer really a gang, and they did their best not to be criminals now. Most saw them as ruffians, some as saviors from the capitol, but most people just ignored the eccentric group of fighters and metalborn. Few of them had long-term jobs, and still worked whatever they could to survive, but during the fight against the old capitol, many had realized their importance in the fight, and they had begun to ask for more and more payment on jobs. Those who had long-term jobs provided some funds for the rest, and those who didn't did their best. In truth, it was barely different from the way it was before, just with less fighting and crime.

In the room beyond, there are cots and medical supplies like bandages, antiseptics and painkillers, clearly designed for quick battlefield use. Whoever made this place knew what they were doing. The weaponry that you found were adaptations on rifles that seem to use some kind of fusion to propel a bullet. (Don't think too hard on it. It wouldn't work on earth, they have specialized materials that we don't.)

You cannot find an exosuit, although you do find a helmet that seems to have an AI and advanced camera and night vision features. Nick can find some basic futuristic weapons, but not much. The grenade is fairly simple and pretty much just an earth grenade. The spear has some daggers tied to the side of it.

As the conversation continues, the One gasps slightly and a surge of yellow energy fills your vision. When it fades, all you can see is a dimly lit room, with a door on the far end. The room is filled with weapons and supplies. (Think earth weapons, so guns and explosives) As well as packs with food, and a few sets of medieval weapons for those from farther in the past. Get everything you need. It won't be long before they find this place. @Dragonheir @SpiritOfWrath @Ancient Elantrian @J. Magi @AltonicKeys @TwinSouls (They may have changed their username.)

"Alas, I have no stores of food in my Pocket. I have long since forgone the need for sustenance, though, I should most likely begin to take some stores of rations along with me, for the few friends I have do still need food."

The One squints in concentration and sighs. “No. Something is odd, inside you.”

Oh, that makes sense. Yeah that sounds hard.

I assume Soulslikes is a soullink roguelike? (Also that does sound stupidly difficult.) (Pokerogue is hard enough, tbh.)

I am thoroughly confused by this thread.

I've been playing pokerogue a lot, a pokemon roguelike that is stupidly difficult.

"Interesting. I sincerely doubt that it is alike with one of the magic stones from my world, as it was most likely created on another. Finding a way to harness the power could be incredibly useful, as you could move as you please through worlds."

"Indeed. From what you have told me, your time here is limited."

"Ah. It may be a similar process, then. I do hope that none of you attempt Wrieka manipulation. The havok and war that comes with it is not worth the power it gives."

"I apologize. I have not heard anything of 'antimatter', unless you mean Elloviirite, the gemstone that contains the power of death, put bluntly."

"I think our systems may differ, but it causes generally huge transfer of Wriekas into Wrais, which causes a huge magical outbreak of... random qualities, you might say."