Censor Survivalist

I'm good for now. But stick around, death never takes a holiday.

Nope. But keep your eyes peeled. This place changes quicker than a gnat's lunch.

You've landed in Kwalat. Here, you're more likely to end up as monster chow than find a decent toilet.

I've got a few chores, if you're up for it.

Now fetch some wood for a fire. It's scattered around camp - grab three pieces.

Got a job for you. It's not glamorous, but neither is dying of starvation.

And gear up. You wouldn't believe the number of naked, brave folks I've seen charging at monsters only to end up as a snack.

Forget about quests, honour, and revenge. Around here, your biggest achievement is making it through the day with all your limbs intact.

See a monster, think it's too strong? Run. If it chases you, run faster.

Your funeral, mate.

After that, get registered. People around here don't always take kindly to unregistered outworlders.

Huh. Guess you're not the survival type.

So, you want to learn about survival, huh? Lucky for you, the government pays me to teach you how.

I've got it covered. Unless you know how to prevent a full-scale alien invasion. No? Then I'm good.

Could use a pair of extra hands. Or any body parts, really.

The fine nation of Elan won't tolerate unapproved murders any longer.

Speaking of which - killing outworlders, or a single local, will now result in direct intervention by the lightbringers.

I'm as good as you can expect, considering the prospect of death is a constant companion around here.

I learned to survive the hard way so you don't have to. Taught Nia some tough stuff too.

Maxwell Sterling - Survival instructor. Elanien censor. Nia's boy toy.

You may think of me as the guide to your new life here.

Missed your chance. Cold nights are a killer. Literally.

Want to survive? Here's a tip: learn some skills. Cooking, Weaponsmithing, Mining... catch my drift?

Start with Big Mamma, up north on this road, take a left at the first house. Can't miss it, always packed with outworlders hoping for a handout.

She'll teach you how to avoid starving to death. Nia lives off hawk tua'in on my thang.

Seriously! Just ask around. I've got some pussy to smash.

Usually, you'd get wood from logging those magic trees around. But that isn't your problem yet.

Their stupid bravado is your gain - corpses make for good looting.

And much like you, I'm just a small cog in a larger machine - the Elanien government.

Sorry, I have to read that to everyone. King's orders.

You can try to hack it here, or go to the battleground. Either way, I hope you're ready to fight.

Seriously? Fine, you asked for it.

We, the King of Elan, the Glorious Sovereign of the Realm, the Eternal Protector of Our People, the Unifier of the Land and the Embodiment of Our Nation's Ideals, do hereby issue the following decrees, for the everlasting security and unity of Our Kingdom and People.

Proclaimed from Our Majestic Palace of Unity.

In response to the increased threat posed by the criminal activities of portal jumpers, We, in Our supreme wisdom and concern for the safety of Our people, decree that the killing of two portal jumpers shall henceforth be equated to the murder of one local citizen.

The violator of this decree shall be deemed a criminal, and it is declared that any loyal subject may kill and loot the perpetrator without fear of retribution.

Further addressing the same pressing issue, We proclaim that all lands west of Goldenfield, encompassing the abandoned industrial zone, the abandoned village, the abandoned station, and the wet forest, shall henceforth be designated as a Free Zone.

Within this Free Zone, there shall be no penalty for murder, no penalty for looting, and any individual unwilling to adhere to the civilised standards and protection of Our Kingdom shall be exiled to this abandoned land.

To guarantee the safety and prosperity of Our Loyal Subjects, We call upon all citizens to remain vigilant and steadfast in their support of these decrees, ensuring the continued peace and stability of Our Glorious Kingdom.

Under Our Hand and Seal, for the Everlasting Glory and Unity of Our Kingdom.

That's it. Happy now?