Lore

Who I am and how I found you is of no consequence. Beyond this island of golden hills, civilization has yet to realize our existence. The never-ending storm in the sea doesn't allow for anyone to deliver that revelation. Mistake not the beauty of this place for serenity. Evil forces claim this territory now. Outlanders bring misery to man and nature alike. Arm yourself well, stranger.

Amazing work. You save us back there.

Amazing work. You saved us back there.

Some say the Outlanders come and go from the island as they please. Good luck asking one. They'd sooner cut your throat and steal your pack than make idle talk. Come to think of it, never heard one utter anything but grunts and groans. You got a good camp set up now. Don't let your guard down too soon. That tent will stop the rain, but not so much arrows and bullets.

The Outlanders have been here as long as any local can remember. They seem not to care for anything or anyone. Wasteful hunters. Wreckful pillagers. Stirring up misery seems like their only goal. You made a difference. Your destiny calls for more. Find land. Settle. Build. It's time the villains of this island met a hero for once.

Mabel gabbed about you. Exceptional place we got here. Pioneered by exceptional folk. What you done goes above and beyond, buddy. Now rain hell on them Desperados like you done the Outlanders!

Wright brought order to this place. He was a disciple of hard work and discipline. Men, by their nature, rebel against such things. Look no further than the rise of the Desperados. That motley gang of drunks and criminals contribute nothing to society but heartache and pain. You set 'em back some. Now keep to it.

Nathaniel Wright used to say that our destiny on this island was not something we were in search of, but rather something we were here to create. He likened the vastness of this unsettled land to a blank canvas. Creation requires imagination, ingenuity and an unparalleled ethic to work. He would have liked you. You're making an impression around here. Certainly one the Desperados will remember. Hopefully you won't have the same blind spot for them Nathaniel did.

It is said an imposition of one's will on another justifies the letter of the law. But that very law is an unwelcome imposition, is it not? Not a divination of some holy being but rather a creation of one human thrust upon another, unwillingly. What right does one have to dictate morality over another? The only morality that survives the day is that which is not buried six feet underground. But you already know this, partner.

Impressive. The culling of the weak. The trimming of the fat. Call it what you will. By your hand or ours. Apparently we share the same dislike for incompetence. Practicality rules the day. Our skills align. We can be of use to one another. Our fates, already entwined, can enjoy a bountiful coda yet. We have found each other like this letter found your mailbox. And where shall this go from here? That, my friend, is up to us.

Congratulations on completing every Challenge in Tier3.

Pa' built the house with his own hands. Felled the trees. Milled the lumber. Dug the well. And yet some banker sends a posse to burn it to the ground, claiming it wasn't his. What belongs to any of us? And what just is? The way I've come to see things is that each of us is living the Maker's dream. And each of us is the Maker. I refuse to be a part of any woman or man's dream or making. All it takes is one bullet to decide which of us is the true Maker.

Attempted betrayal is not love of country. Patriots believe in a greater good. These insurrectionists only cared for power and control. Nothing more than trained killers turned criminals. A Queen's mercy has turned into our debt to pay. Legión Sangre forces have been weakened by your resolve. Give them the crushing defeat they wish upon the rest of us.

O, California! Those who were drawn to you. And those whom you drew to your shores unwillingly... Each of us with our role to play. Actors in your mysterious drama. Wondering what our next line might be or when the curtain falls on our final act. Remember not the Outlanders, Desperados, Syndicate or Legión Sangre. Remember the survivors, the builders, the ranchers, the farmers, the explorers, the cowboys, the prospectors, the heroes. For it is their story that will find its way off this island someday.

We share the land with glorious beings. We feed and sustain each other. We are thankful for all this land has to offer. And in time we will offer ourselves back to it. Let there be no hatred in our deeds. Only harmony.

Imagine an animal philosophizing about Predators and Prey. What a ridiculous notion! Nature comes natural. Without thought. Pure instinct. Without emotion or moral justification. We just are. It is in our being. Mankind is not above nature but rather subject to her whims. A sailor pulled to the bottom of the ocean knows this. So why on land do we ignore the true magistrate over our domain. We subjugate ourselves to the will of others. The one and only true will over us is beyond our construction. The only one law to abide is the freedom of our own nature. Or you can abide by mine on the other side of my rifle...

Heres your stuff!

Boy, I don't know what I would have done without you. Those bandits came out of nowhere! Take these items as thanks.

Hey neighbor - Here's your gold for all the items in your shipping bin. We'll stop by tomorrow morning to collect any new items you have placed in there. All the best,