Attention!

Due to recent changes in the Trillium policy, this event is now being televised nationally. An entity working on the event quests may be viewed by people who do not actively play Continue Online or might have been blocked from joining until the event is complete.

Be aware that you may opt out of being observed directly. This does not prevent watchers from seeing your actions through other Travelers or certain skills and spells. However allowing access to your character may provide bonuses if enough attention is received.

“Look at this.” The single mother pointed to a digital display screen. Elizabeth had spent the last hour trying to find the display feed for her slightly younger twin brother. The idiot was in the middle of his latest insane virtual life crisis.

“Really, mom? You’re going to keep spying on him?” Her daughter stood in the front room with half a sandwich remaining. The other portion had been eaten in five large bites with little signs of chewing.

Liz’s front room was directly adjacent a wide open archway that went into the kitchen. Liz preferred working out here since it had the least cluttered wall space in her house. Larger projections made seeing finer details easier.

She had half of the wall taken up with an image of her brother, Grant. He was in-game and busy working on setting up a campfire and tent. Beth and Liz both got a strange third person view of the man as he moved around. A shovel lay to one side which had been used to dig up a pit. Objects appeared in Grant’s hand and were driven into the ground.

“It’s not spying. It’s like watching the latest season of Biggest Loser.” Liz said.

Beth’s eyebrows slid downward while she chewed. Her nose wrinkled and one hand brought up the house's digital display. She poked at the buttons to search for the show her mom had mentioned.

“Wasn’t that show canceled like, when you and Uncle Grant were in diapers?” Beth said. Another portion of food went it her face.

“There’s a show for it?” Liz turned and took note of her daughter’s unsightly eating habits. “I always thought it was the story of the Legates' life.”

Liz went towards one wall and pressed a button. Out popped a small circular machine designed to clear the floors after her daughter got done making a mess.

“Mhm. Latest date didn’t work out? I told you a man named Ulrich probably wouldn’t be any good.” Beth finished her sandwich and looked around. The small robot started vacuuming up crumbs.

“He wasn’t. I swear I’m going to have to buy an ARC myself. Maybe there’s a program on there to remind me what a decent man feels like.” Liz left the screen up with her brother on it. With her other hand, she started flipping through a website for work. Eventually, she would find more than a short assignment. Employment was getting more difficult even in her field.

“Jesus, mom.”

Liz didn’t look over at her daughter. “You’re nineteen, or whatever you told me you were. I still can’t believe you tried to tell me you were basically twenty-one.”

“It’s not like I haven’t had anything to drink before.” Beth tried to defend herself. She turned around, carefully stepping over the cleaning robot, and went back to the kitchen.

“The digital world isn’t reality!” Liz leaned back in her chair.

“Really, mom?” Beth came out of the kitchen with a glass of water for herself, and a cup of coffee for her mom. “You can’t have it both ways. Either virtual reality is real enough for a good lay and to get buzzed in, or it’s not.”

“Grant seems to believe it’s real enough.”

On the projection was Xin. She wore a deep black robe that never gathered dust or showed signs of being on the road. Small white symbols lined its hem and danced around. Both players wore matching rings that glinted when firelight caught them.

“Don’t tell me you still disapprove? You were at Uncle Grant’s wedding.” Beth’s face drooped briefly. The water went down in two quick gulps.

“Wanting him to be happy doesn’t stop me from worrying-” She paused and sipped at the fresh coffee. “-I can’t help but feel something bad is going to happen.”

“There it is,” Beth’s hand turned to a fist and she pumped the arm. “the good old Legate family confidence.”

On screen, the tent had almost been completed. Dusk, a dog-sized dragon creature, tore through while wrestling with a blur of tiny white. Beth knew the pale construction to be one of Xin’s skeleton creatures. The short Asian had animated it with video game magic and turned it into a beast to keep Dusk from attracting too many critters.

Liz didn’t look up. “That’s just one of the many things we Legates learn to offer people. Followed by that is terrible luck with relationships.” The mother leaned back and looked towards the kitchen door where Beth stood. “Speaking of, you and that cat guy look to be on the outs.”

Beth tucked back a cheek then shrugged. “I caught him chasing some player with a tall elf body.”

Liz paused her website surfing and stared. Both the woman’s eyes closed while she tried to remember all the rules for dealing with daughters. None of them were helpful, and Liz’s mother had missed the ball more than once.

“Men are stupid.” Liz settled on saying. “Are you okay with it?”

“I’ll be fine. I’m just mad because I had my sights on her first.” Beth said.

Liz sputtered then tried to cover the motion up by taking another sip of coffee.

“What? You only live once, there’s no point in getting upset over the small stuff.” Beth shrugged. Her in-game character had been blessed by Mezo, a fact that she didn’t know until Grant introduced her during the wedding. After that, life had taken a turn for the interesting. A [Blessing] of red-hued skin and the forked tail hadn’t appeared from being prudish.

“Yeah. You only live once.” Her mother said dryly. On the screen, Grant and Xin had finished setting up a tent. On the outside, the words ‘Just Married’ were painted and had started to flake.

The video feed didn’t follow Grant inside the tent. Instead, it stayed outside, relaying the sound of a delighted giggle. Sitting outside the virtual campsite sat a sign that said ‘Beware of Messenger’s Pet’.

Liz shook her head and waved a hand. Dozens of other names displayed to watch. Each one was a player in the world of Continue Online. She turned the dial towards a friend to see how Elane was doing.

Attention!

[Three Strike Rule] has been enacted. For the duration of this event, Travelers who die three times are unable to release to their [Bind] points. Resurrection via skills, abilities, Path bonuses, or items does not impact this three strike total. Attention!

[Sudden Death] has been enacted. For the duration of this event, Travelers who die to a [World Eater] mob have the possibility of being deleted entirely and will be unable to participate in Continue Online until the event is completed. New Information Received!

Monster Type: [World Eater]

Location: Everywhere you want to be

Details: [World Eater] monsters are part of the ongoing event and are arriving in increasing shapes and sizes. The original [World Eater]s are colossal humanoid creatures that devoured entire tracts of land, Locals, and a few Travelers.

Since [The Great Gate-Away] activated, [World Eater] monsters have arrived and were modeled after an increasing number of beings. All of them are identified by a smoky atmosphere. They have no noticeable eyes or mouth.

Elane was not doing well. None of the people around her were. She traveled with a friend and their new guild, which was run by a player named Awesome.

Awesome was a father and guild leader. He had been a beta player and Trillium spokesperson. Right now the man was a desperate person trying to fight off an army of monsters.

Chunks of trees were missing where shadowy looking wolves had bitten into them. Dirt likewise had gouges. Until a few minutes ago the normal sized canines were content actually eating the landscape.

Awesome and ten of his guild members stumbled upon the beasts. Their reaction time had been great, but no one could really be prepared for beasts which ate armor and weapons. After a few minutes of hectic fighting, they had managed to form ranks against the beasts. Two people were down but SheHulk might be able to resurrect them and avoid the [Three Strike Rule].

“Don’t let them get you! Long range attacks everyone! Tanks, get out the biggest shields you’ve got!” Awesome pointed at the four in front. Larger shields looked to be difficult for the beasts to chew through.

These monsters had dragged down four guild members already. Two of which were removed from friends lists and the guild roster. [Sudden Death] was not playing around.

“Come on! Mages, move it!” Awesome shouted. Keeping tabs on everyone was easy enough since his own skills were mostly useless. The man couldn’t fire a bow in a straight line no matter how hard he tried.

His biggest Path was [Spirit Summoner], and in normal combat the abilities were brokenly overpowered. He could bring up entire armies of beasts from the world to overwhelm an opponent. Awesome loved his [Monster Brown Bear]s, and the [Slender Wolves].

“Three down, six more!” One of the shield bearers called. The short Hispanic woman was nearly lost in the armor. SheHulk was new to the guild but had performed well. “They’re clumped! I need a nuke in front of us! Tink! God dammit, stop holding back!”

“Shut up! Your giant ass is distracting me!” The tall blonde woman was hastily sketching runes into the dirt around her. The spell’s energy added an effect of glowing eyes and floating hair. At her feet, the ground had grown so cold that frost rippled off.

Other mages were withdrawing. The shield bearers in the front were pushing back an army of clawing creatures with no intelligence. These beasts weren’t like normal wolves who relied on hit and run tactics. Higher Path wolves might form groups and lunge for the weakest looking players while ignoring tanks who might try to intercept.

These beasts surged forward like a wave and paid no regard to their dead companions. They weren't smart enough to move to the side or circle around behind.

Elane reared back. The two tanks next to her scrambled to provide cover for the slack. She slammed the shield forward in a [World Eater] wolf. Vaguely canine features were forced between Elane’s shield and the man next to her. His shield had spikes on its edge

They tore into the creature’s head then started sawing away at its shadow formed neck. The damage wasn’t intentional, SheHulk's fellow tank didn’t even notice. He had been busy trying to find a second shield. His legs were giving way under the surge of monsters.

“Got it!” TinkerHell shouted. The last [Lithium] marking upon the floor clinked into place. The dirt beneath her feet developed an instant layer of ice that pushed TinkerHell into the air a foot.

Crackles appeared along the ground. They sped forward between shield bearers towards the wolves. SheHulk grunted then lifted her shield into the air. Wolves dove forward trying to take advantage of the hole in their line.

“Behind!” SheHulk yelled, not caring who paid attention quick enough. Her second hand gripped the shield’s brace and down it came. Language coming out of the Hispanic woman’s mouth changed into the flowing chant of [Lithium]. TinkerHell spouted her own chant as the frozen line moved forward.

“In! Everyone in!” Awesome shouted. Two people with crossbows ran forward.

“By the power of a righteous heart, grant me reprieve and sanctuary! Holy Barricade!” SheHulk shouted the [Lithium] spell. A bubble of golden light formed from the shield's edge backward.

“Icebound walls of the Northern Sea, grant me your silent strength!” TinkerHell finished her chant right as the trails of frost reached those wolves remaining. The frozen ice beneath her feet slide upward and blocked the blast.

Cries from the wolves halted. The half decapitated beast hanging from one of the tank’s shields looked chilled to the bone. One person’s leg had completely frozen over. Ice was nearly everywhere.

One of the other people shivered uncontrollably. His violent shaking broke apart the half decapitated wolf. Pieces of the former snarling canine shattered upon the ground. This player hadn’t ducked into the holy barricade zone in time.

“Seriously, Yo-Yo. Listen for the raid calls.” Awesome said while scanning the scene. Yo-Yo chattered while nodding. He couldn’t form words in response.

Both the locations where SheHulk and TinkerHell had cast their area defensive spells were unfrozen. Ice had formed over their heads, around the shields, and all along the forest trees.

“God damn, girl,” SheHulk said while prying her shield out of the wall. She pulled out a mace and whacked it against the sides to break apart some ice.

“You asked for a nuke. I nuked. That’s what I do.” TinkerHell dug her staff into the ground. Single [Lithium] runes were carved out then erased.

Directly behind the tall blonde was a shorter man wearing blue equipment. Wax held together the hairs and allowed him to curl their edges. He had been the closest to TinkerHell and showed little sign of leaving her space. His waxed mustache tapped against a cheek. Elane’s glaring tipped off the taller blonde.

“Really, Edward? No matter how hard you stare I’m not making that mistake again. Fool me once, or twice, or three times, shame on you.” She lifted the staff and brought it down on Edward’s toes. He hopped back while wincing in pain.

“I can’t help it. I saw a distressed lady in need of medical attention.” The Traveler said between hisses. He had little role to play against these [World Eater] beasts and felt bored.

“Edward!” Awesome didn’t even look over. “If you can’t behave I have no problems kicking you out of the guild. Let’s see how long you survive the event with no backing.”

The man was busy trying to see how far the frozen terrain spread. He pointed two fingers at one of the other party members and pointed. The man he had gestured to marched into the woods to recon.

“You wound me,” Edward responded and pressed both hands to his chest. He avoided putting pressure on the damaged foot.

“I’ll wound you alright.” She muttered while kneeling down next to one of their deceased teammates. SheHulk’s eyes closed and golden lights rapidly swirled around as the Hispanic woman started reciting a long [Lithium] spell which resurrected Travelers.

[Haven Valley] was a long ways away. Their pack animals had died under prior ambushes from players and [World Eater]s alike. The Hispanic woman had started to doubt their chance of success.

Quest Group: [Largest PvPNess]

Task: [Fleshy Pounds]

Total: 106 active members

Details: [Three Strike Rule] may be taken advantage of by any Traveler or Local with the traits [Murderer], [Traitor], [Killer], [Bounty Hunter] or similar abilities. Upon defeating another Traveler’s any person with this task will be provided a [Great Cleansing] token.

Locals may attack Travelers for their tokens, and they will gain rewards as a result. These rewards will be based on the total amount of [Great Cleansing] markers received. Rewards will not be provided until the ongoing server wide event is completed.

Travelers are expected to do what they need to in order to gather markers.

Warning: Upon death all your [Great Cleansing] tokens will be transferred to the person who defeated you. No tokens are given for the murder of Locals, only for Travelers. Attention!

[Save Yourself] enabled! Travelers wishing to retain their character information during this event may choose to report to [Haven Valley] and step into the [Stairway to Another World]. People doing so will be unable to rejoin Continue Online until the event is completed.

Restrictions: The total number of Travelers who can use this is currently limited to one person every thirty minutes. This time is measured within Continue Online’s world.

Warning: If two Travelers stand in the beam at a time neither person will be able to use [Save Yourself] until one is removed.

“What a bunch of idiots.” A teenage male muttered. He had spent the last six weeks trudging through swamplands in search of stashed items.

Technically the quest he had been on was marked incomplete. That meant a smart man like Requiem might be able to find their way back and finish turning the place inside out for loot. There had been weapons, armor, and a few skill books that were unused. They should all be in the secret room, at least, Requiem hoped they were.

Two months of game time had not been sufficient in recovering enough stat points. Luckily Requiem knew the rules of this game, he had been playing since beta after all.

“Anyone in a town will become fair game now. There’s no way those dumb NPC guards can control this without a plan.” He said.

Two months in reality turned into eight in-game. With his house paid off the bills and eating got far easier. Still, the habit of playing Continue Online from dawn until the late hours of the night hadn’t faded.

“Those combat nuts are probably already trying to carve each other up. Luckily we’re well away from that.” Requiem’s shoes squished. These boots were terrible compared to the old ones.

“I wish you’d shut up.” A giant red skinned man said.

Requiem Mass turned to look at his traveling companion. The large red creature had tried to kill him at least four times before the Traveler struck a deal. Protection by a powerful creature was a huge gain for a simple video game soul. His name was Wraith, and apparently the demonic NPC was his old familiar’s brother.

He didn’t dare try to abuse this one into performing better. Spite had been smaller, much weaker, and easier to manage. Wraith was none of those things. Requiem had nearly died multiple times trying to stay out of the demon’s hands.

“You know the deal.” Requiem Mass said to the giant humanoid. The creature’s wings were hooked together in the front like a cloak. Two bull-like horns adorned his otherwise hairless head.

“Oh, I have every intention of honoring our arrangement. One year, then your pitiful soul is mine. You have less than four months left.”

“Assuming we live through this event.” Requiem grumbled. His second play through the game had been no less driven, but also less stressful. He missed the challenge of beating cutting edge content and unlocking quests no one else had even found.

“The Voices have witnessed our deal. I will get revenge for my dead brother in this world, or the next.”

Requiem shuddered briefly. At least one person in the world knew of the connection between his game character and the real man who lived in a mobile home. Wraith didn’t seem to be connected to the person who had both taken away years of in-game work but paid off his home. The possibility they were had occurred to Requiem.

“Sorry, Traveler souls are beyond you.” The Traveler said without much conviction. His ability as a player hadn’t diminished, but the former reckless confidence had started to transform into wariness.

“Are you sure?” The large creature asked.

Unlike Spite, Wraith was a full-fledged [Greater Red Demon]. They were larger by far and were similar to walking volcanos of fire. [Really Big Brother] only further increased the monster's stature.

“No, once we’re done recovering my gear, then we’ll head to the next quest.” Requiem felt perfectly satisfied having the large Rank twenty-five minion guarding him for this hike. He held up a small rolled up tube. “That guy who gave me this quest will pay big, and I’m going to get every penny I can out of him.”

The large monster ignored Requiem’s plotting and turned its head eastward. A setting sun sat highlighted above the grimy fog that hung around them. Pointed ears twitched forward looking more like wolf features than any human being.

“Perhaps we’ll get to watch you die sooner than later.” Wraith said.

A crunch of sound make Requiem’s head turn in the same direction. There was some kind of creature, or person, stalking them through the swampland. They had come so far, being sent back to a [Bind] now would count against his [Three Strike Rule] and remove days of work.

“You have to protect me. It’s part of our deal.”

“Not at the expense of my own life. That was also part of the deal.” The large monster was still technically an [Unbound Entity] despite their contract. Death even once would be the end of his life.

Luckily he was far more powerful and smarter than his younger brother had been. It was part of what spurned this deal, rather than continuing to let such a weak human slip out of his grasp, Wraith made a deal.

“More of your kind has found us. What is about you that causes them to feel such ire that they need to chase you, even to this desolate region?”

“I have that effect on people.” The dark haired teenager said.

“How fortunate for me that you attract a never ending supply of foolish people. I’ll go enjoy myself then.”

The [Greater Red Demon]’s wings unclasped from the front and swung wide. Tree branches were knocked away without regard. The strength of a Rank twenty-five was monstrous. Requiem measured his traveling companion on the same level as Freakinstain’s Cliffy. Only the big guy was faster and smarter, without the obvious weakness of a magic spell being channeled into it.

“Bring me back some shoes!” He shouted to the fading form of Wraith. Screams came forth from the woods as Travelers were abruptly torn in two.

Among the [Greater Red Demon]’s abilities was an [Invisibility] skill. It served well in situations like this one. Wraith didn't bring back boots, but then Requiem had never truly expected him to.

Quest Group: [Valhalla Knights]

Task: [The Peace Keep]

Total: 715 active members

Details: Your guild has been charged with maintaining a civil environment in and around [Haven Valley]. This includes working with Locals of all walks of life. Points are tallied at the end of each week.

Primary Goal…

Creation of defensive structures

Bonus Points will be provided for:

Alliances made

Monsters defeated

Locals kept alive

Total territory kept peaceful

Points will be removed for:

Local and Traveler death within defended area

[Haven Valley] had a number of roads to it. One of them had been torn up by the colossal [World Eater] that Shazam, among others, had fought off. After a few weeks, the ground closed up, leaving behind a scarred landscape where no plants grew.

Along the path out of town was a small army of Travelers. Armed escorts from [Valhalla Knights] were moving a small train of players up into the hills. These people wished to exchange two of their deaths for gold and other items before using [Save Yourself] in town.

Not everyone played Continue Online to battle or experience grand events. Some people simply wanted a place to learn new skills or live in another world. Some used the game’s high-speed time compression to have vacations or hang out with loved ones for longer.

“Come on! Anyone wishing to exchange deaths for gold needs to do so over here!” A bald man with sharp teeth was waving his arms to direct traffic. It seemed to be his lot in life lately. Urgot missed dungeon crawling with his guild.

“This is such a bullshit job, Urgot.” Another man said. He carried a large spear with an absurdly ineffective topping. Gaston thought the weapon looked cool despite its imbalanced nature.

“It’s not our problem. Our job is to keep the deaths outside the border, remember?” The other player sighed. He turned slightly towards a fading sun and tried to soak in the last few rays.

“We should just kill them and take the tokens on our own.” Gaston said while grumbling.

“No, this way we keep all the player killers out there fighting over tokens. Plus our guild gets a cut of the sales, from those cashing out, and our guild doesn’t lose points.” The other man, Urgot, looked almost like a crocodile in human form. He kept lips carefully pulled down to hide sharpened teeth. “It’s bad enough Trillium created this three strike system. There’s been a whole group of people trying to kill players upon logging in.”

People kept marching. Some were coming down from the mountain pass, having already died or not found a sale. Many players had shown interest in selling a death for goodies. Others held on in hopes that prices would be driven up. No one knew how long the event would go on so finding the best point between sales and risk was difficult.

“Yeah but that League of Shadows guild took care of them, right?”

Urgot marched further up while Gaston went back down into the valley. Downhill was his favorite part of the entire journey. On the way back he would try to get those who recently resurrected from the [Bind] point to gamble away their gains.

Urgot had five players behind him. They were from all walks of life. An elderly couple who looked nervous were marching up the hill ahead of the younger people. The pair looked almost eager to get this over with.

“Come on! Post your selling price here! A record of all prior sales is listed here! No refunds!” Another guild member of [Valhalla Knights] was at the top. He pointed out locations to the newcomers.

Urgot waved at the thin man trying to direct traffic. Behind him were a few small buildings being used as sacrificial floors for anyone who successfully agreed on a deal.

“Tell me these guys don’t creep you out a little.” Alucard whispered to Urgot. “Letting themselves go through death for gold?”

Most people in [Valhala Knights] had killed other Travelers before. Once a person started raiding or fighting over rare monsters, murder happened. He wasn’t blind enough to call it defense or justified. People wanted what they wanted.

“God yes.” This entire situation where people lined up asking to be slaughtered was on another level of disturbing. “The whole process is sickening. I don’t even know where the player killers go afterward.”

“Between you and me, I’ve been feeding names to those League of Shadows people.” Alucard whispered the words to his guildmate. The two generally got along and most of the time they trusted each other.

“Gaston and I were just talking about them. I think they’re just as creepy. I walked into a room of seven people named Shadow, and they all stared at me until I left.”

“It’s the all black clothes, plus they’re an entire army of sneakers. I mean, how many rogues do we have in our guild? Twenty? They’ve got like fifty or something.” Alucard started counting on his fingers. Not because he needed them to get past the number four, but because the man had been drinking while up here waiting. Babysitting people this far out was boring.

“Keep moving! Keep in line. Don’t touch the constructs!” Urgot shouted at various people. Travelers looked at him and narrowed eyes. The buyers roaming past various sellers were unaffected.

“You’ve heard the rumors, right? That their leader is working with Hermes and our Sword Princess? Don’t you find that weird?” The two of them didn’t have much to do but wait for people to want an escort home.

Their guild had brought over dozens of giant constructs that were made by crafting specialists. Each one could easily handle a Rank ten player. Most of the people coming up here trying to sell their deaths weren’t Rank ten in anything, much less real fighters.

“Nope.” The bald man said. He didn’t have the spare time to find it weird. Unlike Alucard, Urgot had a real life to handle. That meant working, commuting, and if he was lucky spending downtime in the shared ARC unit.

“Come on. That Hermes dude comes out of nowhere, gets trained by her first hand, then she spends another month escorting him around.” Alucard threw up his hands. He wasn’t teh first person in their guild to find the whole situation strange.

Most people knew that Shazam rarely talked to anyone. Even her guild messages were curt. She rarely gave orders, and operated mostly as a figurehead to [Valhalla Knights]. Despite their detached association, the guild as a whole mourned her absence and had assumed her dead until the woman returned.

“Then this Hermes guy shows up again, and teleports into an standoff, protects one Princess, holds the other hostage, and manages to stop the war.” Alucard started fidgeting. When Urgot didn’t answer, he started typing in guild chat, which the bald Traveler had turned off.

Anyone in [Valhalla Knights] could communicate through their guild chat system. It operated a lot like any other chat room on the internet. The only catch is a slight delay had been built in to cause people further away to get the news slower.

“Yeah, look, even SniperX agrees. It’s the same guy, people saw him all over the map delivering letters. Then he kills that legendary NPC, Commander Strongarm and gets sent to jail by the father of those two princesses.” The thin man’s rant had started to run out of steam.

“What, you don’t believe in coincidences?” Urgot asked after it became apparent Alucard had stopped. The bald man’s body moved a bit slower now that the sun had started setting.

“I’m just saying, the guy’s gotta be on one hell of a quest chain. 'Cus I ain’t seen nothing like that.” The thinner member of [Valhalla Knights] said.

“Well, they’re both Ultimate Edition users, and we know they get stuff the rest of us don’t.” Said the bald one. He carefully ran fingers over his skin. More than once he had scratched only to find out that doing so hurt terribly. “I’m starting to think I should cash out and go play another game until this is over.”

“Well, if you want to sell your tokens I’ll happily kill you myself.”

“I may. There’s this woman I went on a date with. She learned I played and just shut down. Maybe if I took a month or two off, I could have a chance with her.”

“Maybe, unless you file your teeth in reality too.” Alucard said. “Ain’t no girl gonna kiss a mug like that.”

Urgot pulled his lips tighter and said nothing.

Quest Group: Bearers of the [Legacy Wish]

Total: 5 active members

Details: Your group has been charged recovering the remaining items created by William Carver and the first three Travelers to this world. These [Gateway Key]s will assist Locals in surviving the trip to the other side of the beam of light in [Haven Valley].

In addition, an increased amount of people will be able to use the skill [Save Yourself] at one time. The exact total will depend on how many pieces are brought together. Locals and Travelers without the [Legacy Wish] and holding onto the [Gateway Key] will be unable to complete this task.

Total pieces recovered: 1