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It all started with a letter. Fort Gundame was only a ten minute walk from the town of Honeyhome. Once a small woodcutters shack, the giant had received it as a gift from the town as a reward for clearing out a goblin infestation with his partner Corsair. Despite the relative proximity to...

The events of the previous night were a bit of a blur, as far as Brutus could remember. He'd been celebrating something, parted ways with Toko as she'd logged out, and continued the party going. Some refreshments were had, perhaps too many based on the throbbing of his headache and the clear...

It was a beautiful day in sunny Eastern Brishhal. Brutus found himself awakening in his bed like he did every time he had a chance to get home and log out. He would take a deep breath and stretch, his back and legs cracking as he did so. This noise alerted the bed intruders to his presence...

Brutus would stand at the base of the mountain, arms crossed over his chest as the wind caused his jacket to flutter in the wind. His brow furrowed deep in thought. He'd been busy gathering parts for his new canon coming up, and while he had much of it prepared, he was still missing one of the...

The city was bustling as Brutus made his way to the MIT headquarters, bumping into the occasional lander as he lumbered about. He was still processing some of the shit he'd just experienced, the Kurungar, the emotional whiplash of Red fever, the death of loved ones, the near death of Toko...

Brutus stood at the entrance to a dark and dreary cave looking rather annoyed. Just a week or so ago he'd walked straight into hell and gunned down a horde of demonic bugs. They'd incurred some losses, some more than others. Some people had become UI locked, some suffered their final deaths...

Ah yes, another sunny day in Brishhal. Brutus found himself logging in at the same place he'd always woke up when he could. A large, beat up straw stuffed bed that he and Corsair had managed to drag all the way out here for him to sleep. He rolled out of bed with a thump, rising from the...

"Oi" Brutus towered over Jin after making sure Toko was alright and not dying from mushroom poisoning from her foolish decisions to try shrooms on the trailhead. "The fuck was that?" He giant raised an eyebrow seemingly irritated. "You stall out and suddenly you've got no juice in the tank...

Brutus found himself sitting in the clearing of his small home in the woods. The Small woodcutters shack had been a bit of a fixer upper at first, but now, Fort Gundame as he'd taken to calling it, was truly a second home to him. Never mind the doorframe was too small for him to exit without...

Brutus eyed his UI, waiting for a message back from Corsair. About an hour ago he'd had a life changing encounter with a group of...sapient goblins for the lack of a better word. Their leader, a "Knight" by the name of Gon Gobote, had asked him for his help relocating his people out of western...

It was another beautiful day in Honeyhome. To be fair, every day in Honeyhome was a beautiful day. It only rained when certain events were afoot, or if some nasty plot was in motion. Usually those were early warning signs, leaving Brutus on edge. Today, he found himself in the market square...

In the words of classic hip hop artist Post Malone, "I've been fucking hoes and poppin pillies feeling like a rockstaaar." Brutus was out on the town, celebrating a victory well earned. He'd just gotten down saving a priest from a roving pack of gnolls who were hellbent on sacrificing him in...

It was a quiet and sunny day. Brutus found himself somewhere new, his feet having caught a severe case of wanderlust and brought him here to Pormont. In truth, he'd never been out this way because most work didn't take him out this way. Most job listings for Portmont were basic chores, the...

Brutus found himself sitting on a large stump, twiddling his thumbs idly as he waited. He would occasionally open up his Hud to see if Guy had responded to him again. The two had been talking about taking a job together for a while, and finally the stars had aligned for them to get at it. The...

The following events take place in various liquid times around the events of the Red fever Event Brutus found himself hiking towards Finweald. He'd heard a rumor of some sort of multi faction collaborative event taking place, and he needed answers. Something like that didn't happen unless...

Brutus once again found himself westward bound. Once again on the search of goblins. Once again, alone. He was finding the pattern to be getting quite old at this point. He would go around Honeyhome helping them out, doing their chores, finding their cats, earning their trust. He was...

BOOM. Brutus let off a crack of his canon as he shot down another goblin. The creature howled in agony as it was sent sky high. There would be no rest for the just, Brutus had found. Goblins continued to spread to eastern Brisshal from the west, seemingly seeking to expand their claim on...

"I'll have uh...." Brutus squinted down at the menu. He didn't really know what sort of cuisine he was looking at honestly, something about curry? He didn't know much about Curry as Olivier, let along Brutus the mountain man. He was looking like an ass now, he needed to hurry up and pick...

Goblins, it was always goblins. Brutus found himself heading further west than he'd ever found himself before. Leaving the bounds of Faldren for Astorea, which...honestly didn't seem like much of a difference since he was essentially in the same forest he called home. Ironic really, he though...

The day started like any other. Brutus found his eyes opening in Terrasphere sleepily. As if he'd just woken up from a long sleep rather than donned his headset and logged on. He let out a grunt, stretched his limbs and felt his joints crack. Sliding into this body was beginning to feel like...