That’s one of the ones that follows you around but doesn’t attack isn’t it?
I however, found one that is truly peaceful and just minds its own business.
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free exp
Live seafood buffet.
agreed
cannibalism???
This could open up Atlanteans friendly to humans, but hostile to other Atlanteans due to inherit vengeance
still gonna murder them though
this somehow reminds me of those furry infection games where there are always those infected players that are ‘friendly’
Reasons why Wardens are based:
- They don’t attack people after becoming Atlanteans
Reasons why Wardens are cringe:
- They can’t hurt people after becoming Atlanteans because they’re too weak
dont think wardens can even become atlantean
atlanteans can be wardens, and since wardens are weak lil guys they literally can’t attack you and just follow you around
They very much can, they just can’t fight back since spirit weapons aren’t made yet
I will boil you
Here’s a funny thought for you:
Fully Mutated Atlanteans are probably immortal and end up living so long that they regain a semblance of self and sanity simply because having an eternity to live is the same as having an eternity to learn.
For all we know, friendly Atlanteans are not only canon but also intended by Vetex.
Wait-
What if Martin is actually friendly??
The following is an archived series of inscriptions found by the Order of Aesir on a foray into the Dark Sea.
Expedition Report of Operative [Redacted]
Upon arrival on a certain island, we discovered makeshift structures, fashioned together from stone, plant fiber and driftwood, with the apparent main purpose of these structures being to take shelter from the Magically polluted rain of the Dark Sea.
We found a normal human girl, who seemingly coexisted with the Atlanteans on the island with no problem, and she displays no outward signs of infection. Looks to be around late teens in terms of age, but there’s… A strangeness to her eyes. That’s the only way I can describe it. A depth and sorrow unusual for someone else her age. Her name is, from her own mouth, [Redacted]. (From here on, she will be referred to as X-4).
The Atlanteans who lived with X-4, hereby designated as X-1, X-2, and X-3, have been secured in a temporary holding facility before we move them to a Black Site for further study, as well as X-4. They were cooperative in allowing us to capture them, but they all, including X-4, were reluctant to make the short trek through the rain to our Brig. Normal enough behavior for the human girl, but for Atlanteans? This was odd. Here’s hoping we can glean some key information from these subjects regarding the infection that’s consumed the War Seas.
First Inscription
(This particular inscription was found on the opposite side of the island, quite a ways away from where we found the subjects. Based on the wear of the writing compared to the others, we surmise this to be the earliest inscription.)
Hunger. Anger. Fear.
Faces. In mind. Voices. Won’t stop.
Head pain. Arm gone. Claw now. Legs. Not legs. Long. Many. Sticky.
Shadows everywhere. Not real. Head pain. So dark. Rain. Storm. Never stops.
Need sleep.
Second Inscription
Others. Different. Like me. But not. All different. But same.
Tall one. Many legs. Like me. But more. Many more. Strong legs. Catches sharks.
Short one. Big shell. Big head. Big mouth. Strong teeth. Eats lots. Yells lots. Strong.
Small one. Strange. Arms normal. Legs too. No shell. No claw. Two legs. Hates rain. Likes fire. Cooks sharks. Small. Weak. We protect.
We stay. Can’t leave. Bad Sea.
Big island. Home.
Third Inscription
Ship crash. Wood breaks. Gets stuck. Man comes. Bleeding. Smells good.
Loud crack. Smoke. Chest burns. Wet. Sticky. Pulsing. Anger. Use claw. Grab neck. Man dead.
Regret. Sadness. Blood everywhere. Cry. Go home. Cry. Sleep.
Fourth Inscription
Short one and Tall one grab wood. Brought it back. Small one ties it together. They fix roof. Stop the bad rain.
Voices talk less. Shadows move less. Head hurts less. This is good. Am happy.
Chest still hurts. No more pulsing. No more wet. Healing.
Buried man. Still sad. Cried more. Small one hugged. Less sad.
Fifth Inscription
Tall one grabbed two sharks today. Used claw to cut it up. Small one put it in pot, made soup. Short one almost ate it all. Had to bonk him with claw. He yelled lots, but Small one laughed.
Ate a good meal. Warm inside. No more voices, no more shadows. Head doesn’t hurt anymore.
Boat has been broken down all the way. Built bigger home with wood, and rocks, and leaf fiber. Rain doesn’t get in anymore.
Chest stings sometimes, but feels better. Still sad about man, but had to protect self.
We all sleep better. No more body changes. No more scary minds.
Sixth Inscription
Small one looks sad. She’s looking out doorway, up at sky. Told her to come away from door, rain is bad. She comes in and sits with me.
I ask what’s wrong. She says she misses the sun. I ask what that is. She looks even sadder. Tall one and Short one look at me from the other room. We’re all sad now.
She tries to tell me what the sun is. Big ball of light in sky. Brings warmth and light everywhere. Try to think of it. Head suddenly hurts. Memories. Screams. Fear. Pain. Blood. Screams. Crunching. Squelching. Screaming. CHANGING.
Shake head. Head doesn’t hurt anymore. Idea comes to me. Hold out the claw, try to picture light. Make circle appear on claw tip. Bad rain gives magic, too much magic. So I’ll use magic. Make ball of light, put it near the ceiling. Small one looks happier. Smiles, brighter than the light. We’re all happier now.
My memories are strange. This life is all I’ve known. I know nothing before the change. Yet I know there was a change. No more shadows, no more voices. But fog, always fog, over my mind.
Final Inscription
(This inscription was made not long before we arrived on the island. Curiously, inscriptions two through six are all considerably old, the writing worn and the stone tablets dusty. We would surmise that these have been here for many, many years, longer than any human lifetime).
House is old. Wood is falling apart. Rain coming in again. We’re afraid.
Small one stays in the dry corners. We try to keep her dry.
Heard shouting outside. Men here. Will go out and see.
Maybe talk. Maybe leave on boat. Home is breaking.
Maybe kill. Maybe break boat. Use wood. Last resort.
(The following writing style is different. When asked, X-4 confirms she is the one writing here).
Father went out. I’m watching through the doorway. Tall Aunty and Stout Uncle are here with me, at the door.
The men look so small beside Father. He could step on them, squash them. But he doesn’t want to hurt anyone.
They glow so brightly. Strange circles around their hands, pointed at Father. Just like the light he makes when it gets too dark. But all different colors and shapes.
He gets on his knees, tries speaking to them. He sounds funny when he talks. His mandibles click a lot.
The men lower their hands, and he points them to our home. They’re walking towards us. I think he did it. We get to leave this accursed sea.
No more rain. No more madness. No more changing.
We finally get to see the sun again.
End of Archive
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