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The Cog Book
The Cog Book
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Hello, reader.
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The funny little Gearloc fidgeted with his goggles as he spoke,
his long, wispy beard lightly fluttering in some unfelt breeze.
Mirawatt simply took it in, leaning against her workbench,
stunned by the weight of the man’s words.
“... I know it’s a lot to hear from a stranger, but you’ve seen my
proof. I must insist; it’s of the utmost importance that you come
with me right now.”
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Wiping her hand across her brow, Mirawatt took another breath
before looking up, her gaze steeling before Figment’s eyes.
“All right. I’ll do it,” she said. “Give me a minute to pack some
essentials.”
“Oh. Right,” Mirawatt said, shrugging. It was all she could think
to do.
Figment peered more closely at his staff and began fiddling with
it. As he adjusted some knobs, the kobold orb at the top of the
staff began to glow, and the large machine on his back began to
hum and rattle. Mirawatt glanced at it with concern.
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Chapter 1
Crash
Down, down, down they fell, the Gearlocs’ screams
intermingling with the shrieking scrapes of metal on metal.
The automaton that emerged from The Break was locked
in an antagonistic bear hug with Nobulous’s machine-beast
hybrid. That perversion of nature, meanwhile, was snapping
its jaws at the robot, attempting to bite off or through one
of its insulated cables. With a massive heave, the beast was
able to free its left arm from the robot’s grasp, rearing back to
strike its foe.
WHAM!
“Command—zzrt—recovery tac—zzrt.”
WHAM! 13
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The Gearlocs and automatons bounced off the rock wall,
which had begun to slope inward. The force of their
percussive contact bounced them back into open air again.
Stanza continued to scream, her voice growing hoarse, while
Duster fumbled for her dagger. As her arm was pinned to
her side by the robot, her efforts were unsuccessful.
WHAM!
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Duster’s eyes fluttered open. She tried to sit up, but her body
ached and her head pounded. Wincing from the pain, she
groaned involuntarily.
“Yup, I’d say, ‘No sudden moves,’ but I’m guessing your
body’s already doing that for me,” a wry voice spoke from
out of view. “If you’re lucky, you won’t have any permanent
injuries, but you’ll probably be sore for a while.”
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“Well, I don’t know if you recall, but you were up at the edge
of The Break, communicating with Gasket and downloading
my memories, when you were approached by a figure of
ill repute,” the voice joked. Out of the corner of her eye,
Duster could see a female Gearloc figure busying herself at a
workbench, polishing various already-polished instruments
in an absent-minded ritual.
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who’d rescued her, a person she’d known once and was now
beginning to recognize again as her brain put together some
long-jumbled pieces.
“You built this thing, didn’t you?” she asked, pointing to the
mechanical implant that had been on her left arm for as long
as she could remember. “You built this thing on my arm and
you abandoned me when I was nine!”
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Mirawatt straightened up in her seat. “I can say I’m sorry
this all happened to you, but I can’t say I’m sorry I did it,” she
said, gesturing sharply toward Duster’s arm. “The Gearloc
people needed you then and they need you now.”
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“We were separated, and I couldn’t find you. I looked for a
long time, Duster, as long as was safe… but the Gearloc people
needed me, too. As Nobulous’s attacks in the region got more
and more frequent, I was eventually forced to hole up down
here permanently. I couldn’t risk him breaching The Break.”
“If you were going to spend your days with a robot, you’d
rather it be with one you could control,” Duster spat.
“If you want to believe that, it’s your right,” she said. “No one
could argue you haven’t been ill-treated. I tried to do the
right thing, and I’m sorry you got caught in the middle
of that.”
She was cut off by a deep rumble that echoed through the
compound into their bones.
“As much as I’d like the two of you to get word of Nob’s
crimes to the masses, I may need your help out there, if
you’re able,” she said, calling the second half of the sentence
over her shoulder as she strode from the room. “These
attacks can be nasty.”
“Mirawatt didn’t
look like she was
waiting for us.”
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Chapter 2
Lahar
Duster caught her breath when she set foot outside
Mirawatt’s makeshift home for the first time. The air was
consumed with a damp chill, and her surroundings were
entirely rocky, both slick and jagged. The only light to be
found was emitted from some ramshackle electric lamps
Mirawatt had erected outside, as well as the faintest bit of
daylight emitting from the sky far above The Break. Looking
up, Duster could see a sliver of daylight, and she shuddered
at the thought of her body falling from such a height.
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“So, what are we up against?” Stanza asked, nervously
fiddling with her luitar knobs.
“I have some guesses, but we won’t know for sure until we’re
—” Mirawatt slowed to a halt. Peering into the darkness
ahead, she punched a button on her belt, extinguishing the
meager lamplight.
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Squinting, Duster gazed beyond her immediate
surroundings down the path Mirawatt had been leading
them. At first, she didn’t see anything, but as her eyes
adjusted to the dark, she could see a red glow coming
from somewhere down the path—faint at first, but steadily
increasing in size and definition all the while.
“There are lava flows in The Break, but not in this area,”
Mirawatt said. “This is Cinder, and I know what he’s after.”
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Gearloc pulled a canister out of her knapsack and attached it
to the weapon.
“We just want to drive it back that way!” she called. “We’re
not prepared for a full-on assault!”
Staying low, Duster ran to a point not too far from the
monster’s right flank. From this vantage point, she began
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hurling her throwing knives into Cinder’s side, waiting about
a second between throws so the pain would be a constant
distraction.
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The monster had nearly slowed to a complete stop when, as
if from nowhere, the shadow of a Gearloc streaked through
the air, connecting a hearty kick to the side of Cinder’s head.
The creature roared in pain and fell to one knee; meanwhile,
the new assailant landed gracefully on his feet, planting his
hands on his hips in a pageant of self-satisfaction. Duster’s
quick survey revealed that this Gearloc was wearing boots
and gloves made of a thick and flexible skin (she guessed
dragon), torn and dirty linen clothing, and a pair of
mechanical bracers, which sparked wildly with electricity.
His thick, tousled hair framed a taunting grin, which he
pointed up at the lava creature.
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Cinder did not seem to care for this advice, swiping its
outstretched arm toward the Gearloc attacker, who leaped
out of the way. Upon landing, he began bouncing up and
down on his toes, as if to show he was ready for anything.
“No fancy stuff, Static!” Mirawatt called from her perch. “We
just want him to leave!”
That kick to the head knocked Cinder out of sync with her
playing, she thought.
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If I complete the mission but lose Stanza, I won’t be able to live
with myself, she thought.
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Chapter 3
Machinations
Though she was scarcely aware as she wavered in and
out of sleep, Duster could later call to mind hazy images
she believed were memories. Stanza rushing to her side.
Mirawatt cradling her head. Static yelling, “Flee, foul
beast!” at a departing Cinder. And, eventually, Stanza
and Mirawatt carrying her body on a makeshift stretcher
(crafted from Static’s shirt) a few hundred yards, where
they entered a large metal hatch hidden by a boulder.
When she awoke in earnest, Duster took note of a fresh
bandage on her burned shoulder and lifted her head to
once again take in her surroundings.
“Static’s got a lot of ideas about fairness, but you can count
on him when you’re in a tough spot,” she said.
“Never mind that guy!” she said, gesturing toward the device
that loomed over the room. “What is this thing?”
“This is what Cinder was after,” she said. “This is the Great
Machine. It was crafted about 500 years ago by Nobulous—
and, I’m ashamed to say now, by myself and my husband,
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Synchro, who’s
since left this
world behind.”
Duster nodded,
thinking back to
when she and her newfound
friends had found the strangely
preserved corpse of Mirawatt’s
spouse while journeying through the
Daelorean wilds.
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Before long, however, the Break-bound inventor broke the
silence again.
“Well, wait just a minute!” Stanza yelped. “Why don’t you just
destroy the machine and burn those diagrams you showed us?
If this is so dangerous, why not just rid Daelore of it entirely?”
“Is that why?” Duster said, arching an eyebrow. “Or are you
still leeching off the effects of the machine?”
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Chapter 4
Ascent
Duster wanted to leave as soon as possible, but Stanza and
Mirawatt insisted she take time to recover. The next week
included a lot of sleep and rest, including waking up a few
times to find Mirawatt hovering over her, pointing some
strange therapeutic device of her own invention at one of
Duster’s wounds or bruises. Stanza, she was told, spent
most of her free time training and going over exit strategies
with Mirawatt. She did not see Static again; she overheard
Mirawatt tell Stanza that the hand-to-hand specialist had
“returned to his own devices.”
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blame for her current circumstances Duster placed on her
erstwhile mother figure. Mirawatt, for her part, seemed to
understand, keeping out of Duster’s way while making sure
she and Stanza were supplied with all of the food either
could want (“Given the limited ingredients down here, she’s
not a bad cook,” Stanza mused one day as she munched on
mushroom-stuffed manticore).
On the day they were set to leave, after Stanza had laid out
their exit route and contingency plans on a series of crudely-
drawn maps, Mirawatt called Duster aside for a moment
before the party could depart. Stanza narrowed her eyes,
but Duster waved her off and retired with Mirawatt to her
workshop.
“Anyway, I just wanted to tell you one more time that I’m
sorry for the way things worked out,” Mirawatt continued.
“Parents, guardians, even the ones who do their best still end
up doing things that hurt their kids, and goodness knows I
could have done better.”
“My dagger gem,” she said, staring at the bright green stone
in Mirawatt’s palm. “Where did you get this?”
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Duster nodded. “It just didn’t look familiar,” she said.
“Well, you were obsessed with the thing when you were
a kid,” Mirawatt said. “Loved the jewels on the top of the
pieces, so I gave you one to put in your dagger. To be honest,
I was a little afraid to give you this one. I saw the red one
you have in there now and worried that you’d thrown
mine away.”
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In a few minutes, the lift crested the lip of the cliff. Duster,
Stanza and Mirawatt shuffled off, and Gasket clanked behind
them. There was a brief pause as Stanza and Mirawatt stared
at the ground.
“Uh… Here, I’ll show you,” Mirawatt said. “The path starts
over here.”
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While the combatants known to Duster arrayed themselves
for conflict, several new figures emerged from the trees.
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He looked familiar, but Duster couldn’t place him. He was
bald on the top of his head and appeared to be trying to
make up for it on the sides, where his locks sat fluffy and
long and intermingled with his sideburns. On his right
eye, he wore what appeared to be a makeshift mechanical
monocle, with a lens that whirred and clicked as it moved
about in its socket, inspecting the scene before him. He
opened his mouth to speak, and the voice that issued forth
was thin and high-pitched and a touch nasal. He raised his
hands in the suggestion of conciliation, as if doing so would
cause the other Gearlocs to forget about the battalion of
robots assembled at his side.
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Chapter 5
Undefeated
“Who’s Gavenkog?” Stanza hissed.
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Gavenkog narrowed his eyes and forced a rictus grin to
his face. “Now, now, there’s no need for that. We can speak
plainly here. Nobulous wants Duster.”
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“You’ll get those when all your interns are dead,”
Stanza replied.
When the first wave of the song hit the mechs, they
shuddered but pressed forward. The insectoid bot buzzed
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toward Stanza, while the dog and Gearloc-shaped enemies
made a beeline for Duster. With a choonk, a hand-like
projectile flew toward the pair, a hefty chain connecting it
to Gasket’s left arm. Duster saw that Gasket was aiming for
the Gearloc automaton, but the bot rolled out of the way at
the last minute, leaving Gasket to catch the dog in its recoil.
The buzz saw on Gasket’s right arm roared to life as the
hydromech pulled in its hostile cousin, ready to make new
scrap metal for Mirawatt’s lab.
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from the G-800’s hand, activated her dagger’s vibroblade
function, and plunged it into her attacker’s eye. A shower
of sparks shot out of the socket, singeing her hand, but the
gambit had the intended effect: The G-800 let go of her
neck and tumbled backward. Duster caught herself and ran
toward Mirawatt.
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Gasket was finishing the process of stomping the dog mech
into the ground, though Duster noticed that several nozzles
around the hydromech’s feet were leaking fluid.
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Gavenkog followed her hand with his gaze, and a bolt of red
energy shot from his monocle.
The beam burned her wrist, and the force of it knocked the
weapon from her fingers.
“You had the upper hand, you know,” he told her as she
eyed escape options, knowing there were scant few places
she could run where his eye could not follow. “Nobulous
wants you alive, and you could have done something noble,
like throwing yourself off that cliff or threatening to slit
your throat unless we let your friends go. But I knew you
wouldn’t. It never even entered your mind, did it? You’re
more like us than you want to admit, Duster. Whatever it
takes to survive.”
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Chapter 6
Irreplaceable
Duster stared at the form in the dirt, mouth slightly ajar
in incomprehension. Mirawatt lay still, unnaturally still,
and a small wisp of white smoke wafted off her body from
some unidentifiable entry wound. Gavenkog’s face showed
his equal shock at this turn of events, but instead of being
accompanied by Duster’s inescapable feeling that something
had just been irreparably broken, the council member’s
complementary emotion was that of extreme irritation.
Impatiently, he turned 90 degrees to curse at the bot that
had let Mirawatt go, but his words caught in his throat at
what he saw.
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Duster was aware of all of this only vaguely, and after the
fact. In the moment, she couldn’t wrench her gaze from
the old Gearloc lying on the ground—and she was so very
old, Duster could see that now, now that the mask of hardy
bluster had been forcibly dropped, so old and vulnerable and
yet forced to act so young and brave. As Gavenkog retreated
into the woods, Duster dropped to her knees and attempted,
gingerly yet quickly, to turn Mirawatt over. Faintly, she could
hear footfalls approaching her on all sides—
Stanza running up behind and gently touching
her where she’d been struck by the G-800, the
lumbering footfalls of Gasket on her left, and
the almost impossibly light tread of their
new savior.
Mirawatt’s breath was rattly and weak. She bit her lip in
thought, as if weighing whether she should say something,
before thinking better of it. She slowly reached up to her
neck and pointed to a thin leather strap that hung there.
Furrowing her brow, Duster reached down and pulled the
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strap into the open; a large, ornate key with an impossibly
complex bit at the end hung from the makeshift necklace.
Mirawatt motioned toward Duster, indicating that she
should take it.
Duster sniffed.
“Gasket, uh, what do you say?” she asked. “If we can find
somewhere safe nearby, I can fix you up.”
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“I’m gonna need you, please,” she whispered in Stanza’s ear.
“I’m gonna need you.”
“Where will she be?” Duster broke in. “When all this is
over… where will she be if I want to come visit?”
“Come back here. I’ll find you,” Carcass replied. “Now, go.”
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Two years later
Sweat flecked on her brow as Duster gazed on the
lifeless visage of Nobulous Grint. She’d searched for his face
for so long that she’d begun to wonder if she’d ever see it
again. Then, finally, she and the other Gearloc resistance
leaders—they called themselves “the Rogue Council”—were
able to crack that puzzle deck they’d received all that time
ago. That had led them here, to a cavernous laboratory
Nobulous had built near the edge of The Break. Briefed
on the hideout’s contents by the puzzle deck’s creator, an
enigmatic Gearloc named Riffle, the Rogue Council had
burst in and fought tooth and nail, including another
showdown with the Abomination that menaced Duster and
Stanza two years earlier.
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The battle was fierce. Nobulous had taken plenty of time to
prepare in the year since he’d fled Obendar, faced with the
increased scrutiny of the Gearloc public after Stanza and
Duster had begun sharing Mirawatt’s evidence throughout
the city. In the end, however, the attackers prevailed, and
now Nobulous lay dead on a rocky outcropping outside the
lab, frame no longer so haughty in death. Duster stood alone
over his corpse now; the rest had wandered off to celebrate
or patch their wounds or investigate what he’d left behind.
She felt as if she needed to look after it a little longer; he’d
cost her so much throughout her whole life, and it would be
just like him to spring up and slink off when nobody
was looking.
So it was that she was not at the mouth of the cave when
another Gearloc walked out of it. She was aware of this new
voice only tangentially; only after it had spoken did the prick
of recognition reach her brain.
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timeline
Based on my
research, the
following represents
an accurate timeline
of major events
related to Nobulous
Grint, The Breaking of
Daelore, and the Age of
Tyranny.
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15 BBD: Nobulous, Mirawatt and
Synchro, all in their 60s at this
time, begin working on The Great
Machine, which can extend life
signs in organic matter for small
periods of time.
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1 ABD: Mirawatt discovers within her the existence
of a rare gene which counteracts the effects of
biomechanical fusion. She realizes that young,
healthy Gearlocs with this gene could fight back
against Nobulous’s tyranny. Fearing for their lives
after Nobulous learns of Mirawatt’s discovery,
Mirawatt and Synchro flee the Deepwood. Mirawatt
escapes to The Abysmal Cavern and uses her gene to
protect the remains of the Great Machine, putting
up a giant energy shield around The Abysmal Cavern
keyed into her biological signature.
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131 ABD: Nobulous
temporarily abandons
his krelln research
after an incident in a
makeshift underground
lab called The Drowned
Caverns, in which he
accidentally unearths a
monster too destructive
even for him to contain.
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400 ABD: Around this time,
Nobulous ramps up work on
his labs, creating all manner 458 ABD: As the attacks
of beasts for study and to on the Deepwood
intimidate his enemies. Some get worse, Nobulous
of these beasts get loose begins establishing
and begin encroaching on a Gearloc base
the Deepwood, further of operations
decimating and isolating in Obendar and
Gearloc populations coordinates a
that still had not fully hostile takeover of
recovered from The GEARBOT from Tink,
Breaking of Daelore. allowing him to ramp
up production on
mechs considerably.
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500 ABD: In an attempt to kill two birds with one stone,
Nobulous and the Gearloc Council select a group
of smart, brave Gearloc adventurers to venture into
northern Daelore to defeat the various Ebon and
tyrants. However, Nobulous also leaks word of the
Gearlocs’ whereabouts to several of the tyrants.
Nobulous hopes that this strategy will eliminate the
threats to northern Daelore and to the secrets of the
council—especially Duster—while also thinning a
group of Gearlocs he believes could potentially question
his rule. Around this time, five Gearlocs escape from
Nobulous’s labs, and Nobulous neutralizes the remaining
members of the GCIP.
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501 ABD: The group of Gearloc adventurers meet Duster
and learn of Nobulous’s evil deeds. They return to
Obendar to accuse Nobulous publicly, but Nobulous
captures them and orders them executed. The
adventurers escape and travel north to raise support
for a resistance movement against Nobulous, while
Duster escapes with the dissident bard Stanza and
travels south to learn the secrets of Nobulous’s labs.
As they travel south, they accidentally make contact
with Mirawatt and are plunged into The Abysmal
Cavern after being chased by Nobulous. Meanwhile,
after gaining strength and numbers, the original
group of Gearloc adventurers begin seeking out and
destroying many of Nobulous’s most vile tyrants,
linking up with the Gearlocs who escaped from
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502 ABD: After emerging from The Break,
Stanza, Duster and Gasket reunite with
the other Gearloc fighters and track
down the rest of the tyrants in Southern
Daelore. All that is left is to find
Nobulous, who goes into hiding as the
resistance movement grows…
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The following are personal papers collected from Nobulous
Labs after the death of the institution’s founder. I believe they
will be of note to those researching the Age of Tyranny.
I’m a fool for allowing her to get anywhere near it. I had
hoped it would incite rage or fear, the emotions I believe will
bring out the subject’s enhanced violent instincts. Instead, it
became a mount suitable for a frenzied escape.
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Regardless, our efforts continue. We have four creatures
captured, fresh from the Deepwood. We must choose today’s
fusion attempt carefully. I’ll have the interns handle it; they
have so much to learn, and quickly. If they botch things up,
perhaps I’ll experiment on them tomorrow instead.
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It seems smarter than your average troll and much more
resilient than your average animated pile of rubble. I think
I shall call it a Wiser Golden Troll Ultra. I must study it
further!
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insight on electrical fields’ effects on unsuspecting Gearlocs
as well. Perhaps he’ll be more compliant tomorrow.
The other girl, Flan, is much too eager to please. She hovers
around me incessantly for the entirety of each day, like
a familiar pet you keep around because you don’t have a
better one yet. Yes, she knows her way around almost every
device in the lab, but that doesn’t offset or excuse her social
ineptitude. She’s likely on the other side of this door at
this very moment. These interns must learn that success is
earned with hard work and initiative, not by warming my
doormat. A trip down to the abomination containment
chamber may be in order to give her a dose of reality. I am
not to be trifled with, and I am not to be deterred.
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I have sent Flan to clean up the viscera left in the lab after the
feathered dragon’s brief interaction with a minikin geophage.
This should remove her from my presence for a blessed
several hours.
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Nobulous’s Journal - Research Day 182426
I almost fed him to our feathered dragon then and there for
spying on me in my office… somehow doing so with the
door securely locked. I don’t believe it was coincidence, but
something stayed my hand long enough for him to force
a breathy laugh (in so doing, he filled my nostrils with the
smell of a chewed mint toothpick) and say: “Just yanking
your ear, Nobby, this should help with your splicin’.”
I hate interns.
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I will put my hatred aside for now. Under his charge, no
more toxins and test tubes have gone missing, so as long as
the work progresses, I will overlook… everything about him.
I must turn now to the topic at hand: selecting the next two
beasts to recombobulate.
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Nobulous’s Journal - Research Day 182428
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Nobulous’s Journal - Research Day 182429
It’s days like these when I think about entirely shredding the
intern program—or at least shredding these interns. Helix is
a backwards-looking nincompoop, Slank’s proficiency in the
apothecary doesn’t make up for the unsettling sounds and
smells that emanate from his quarters, and Flan simply will.
not. leave. me. alone.
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Nobulous’s Journal - Research Day 182430
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The worst of news came from above ground today. Some
of my strongest creations have started to fall by the hands
of some elusive Gearloc adventurers. These tyrant corpses
should be arriving in short order. Perhaps I’ll give the
interns one last attempt at working with the best of the best.
Surely with premium raw materials, they’ll come up with
something worthwhile.
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its muscles rapidly expanded beyond normal size. Before
I could react, it tore its restraints away from the wall and
charged toward the operations room, smashing effortlessly
through the wall near where we stood.
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Chapter 1
Figment
In one sense, Figment hoped Mirawatt, Synchro and
Nobulous didn’t mind him going through their garbage, but
in another sense, he didn’t really care.
This tailing had done Figment little good for many months;
on the contrary, he started to lose jobs and time in his
workshop as his pursuit ate up more of his life. One day,
however, he managed to keep tabs on the trio as they
left the collection of Deepwood Gearloc villages for a
journey into the Halloway Forest. It was here that he found
their hideaway lab—when he’d stealthily tucked himself
away near one of the Trust’s conversations, he’d heard
Mirawatt affectionately refer to it as the group’s “Southern
Command”—and it was here that he begun examining the
cast-offs of what the three inventors were working on.
Then, finally, his last shock of the day: Just as the kobold
appeared to be finishing its self-medication, a roaring gorilla
burst from the trees and was upon the kobold in an instant.
With a sickening crunch, it slammed a giant fist down on the
kobold’s skull, leaving a bloody dent on top of the reptile’s
head. As the kobold crumpled to the ground, it dropped the
orb; the gorilla glanced at it disinterestedly before gathering
up his fallen ape companion and disappearing back into
the forest.
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doing to be a success, the truth of the matter was that he’d
made more progress in the field of orb study than any non-
kobold ever had—enough to write a book on the subject,
had he been so inclined. He’d even been able to recreate a
little of what he’d seen the kobold do, albeit on a very small
scale: causing a small patch of grass to wither away, or once,
in his crowning achievement so far, reverting a well-done
piece of owlbear meat to medium-rare. Eventually, after
accidentally giving one of his hands minor arthritis, he
rigged up an electrical rig for the orb, housing it at the end
of a long brass staff and wearing the control kit on his back.
Around this time, he also began planning what he ultimately
wanted to do with the orb.
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“... are, gentlemen: the future of the Gearloc race!” Nobulous
was saying, presumably about the formidable hunk of metal
and diodes he, Synchro and Mirawatt had been working
on. “With one usage at the right setting, it will render you
functionally immortal; with repeated treatments,
actually so!”
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retreat, however, which is why he was still dithering near the
shed when two pairs of footsteps crunched up to the door.
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“It won’t even work, you know,” Synchro shouted. “Mirawatt
disabled it.”
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And then, for a split second, he saw a bright, shimmering
sphere form around him, and it was dark again. As his
eyes readjusted to the darkness, Figment blinked and then
scurried backward in shock. The shed was gone, but he also
wasn’t in a forest anymore. Outside of the patch of grass that
had been under his feet, the ground felt like wet stone. It
seemed darker than it had before Nobulous turned on the
machine, and Figment could scarcely see but for a brand
new light source: his orb, which was glowing atop its staff,
animated by some newfound fuel.
Figment bent over and picked up the staff from where he’d
dropped it. Everything appeared to be in order, so he hoisted
it aloft to get a better look at his surroundings, gasping at
what he saw.
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Then, however, he found the monument, not far from where
he thought the lab had been. Blocky and flat, the squat stone
monolith stood out to him as something that was formed by
sentient hands rather than the capricious slings and arrows
of Mother Nature. Crouching down to observe it more
closely, Figment tumbled backward when he saw the words
etched on the side of the monument in crude block letters,
heralding what he’d missed in his time of transport.
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Chapter 2
Polaris
Polaris squatted to peer closer at the large crack in the rock
wall of this section of The Break. She’d been summoned
by Gale, who had been out on patrol when the new fissure
appeared.
“So you’re saying this just opened up while you were out and
about?” she asked. “No preamble, no aftershocks, just boom
and there it was?”
But clearly real enough that Gale asked me out here to look at
this, Polaris reminded herself. Just relax. She may be one of
the soulless minions of orthodoxy for now, but with patience,
maybe she’ll see the true path eventually.
She leaned back on her heels and shoved her hands in the
pockets of her tattered lab coat.
“Well, from what you’re telling me, this was a very sudden
thing, and those disturbances have all been very sudden,
too,” Polaris mused as she pulled her homemade geologic
analyzer out of her knapsack. The knobby metal canister
was about a third of the Gearloc’s height, with a thick glass
readout and several antennae and hubs made from different
metals sticking out all over it. She sat on the ground and
began adjusting some settings below the glass.
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“You probably think about that stuff more than I do, eh?”
Polaris asked. “I came down here all by myself to research
the deep magnets of the earth, but you were born
here, right?”
Gale nodded.
“You ever wonder what life would be like if you lived in the
Deepwood or Obendar like most Gearlocs?” Polaris asked.
“Oh Gale, that’s awful!” Polaris said. “I had no idea! I’m sorry
to pry.”
“No, no, it’s OK,” Gale said, waving her off. “Long enough
ago now. Mirawatt found me and took me in.”
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Gale nodded and tried to smile, but she didn’t say anything.
“I’m glad we get to pay her back a little by watching over the
machine, I guess,” Polaris said. “I just wish the Gearlocs up
above would find Nobulous and be done with him!”
“All right,” Polaris said, standing up. “I’ve got this thing
calibrated; let’s see what it tells us.”
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split, but surfaces inside look almost like they were formed
by cooling or erosion. It’s like this fracture was always here.”
“Stay back from it,” Polaris said, scooting a little further from
the opening. She pointed the rod at the ooze. “Oh, that’s
strange.”
Polaris reached into her pack and pulled out a small device
that looked something like an oversized glove. Slipping it
onto her left hand, Polaris flexed
her fingers, and a gleaming
metal sphere flew out of the
pack and hovered next to
her at eye level.
“You’ve been
down here a
lot longer than
me!” she called back
to Gale. “Ever see any
trogs do that?”
Why hasn’t she used her gale force winds yet? she wondered.
Then, she had an idea.
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back at the thing that had struck it, instead. The troglodyte
was bowled over, landing on its back right behind the
goblodyte who was menacing Gale. Seeing what her battle
partner had set her up for, Gale quickly extended her arm
and made a flat palm, activating the turbines on her arm
attachment.
“Let’s, uh… let’s get out of here for now,” she said, breathing
heavily.
Polaris nodded.
“I’ve never seen trogs this close to the surface before,” Gale
mused. “Something’s going on in there that we don’t
know about.”
“Well clearly, what with the way they got here,” Polaris said.
“Maybe Nobulous’s doing?”
“Could be,” Gale said. “But we’ve been through his normal
labs. He’s not there anymore; they’ve all been raided by
Domina or Rok and Rol. Wherever he is, he’s got to be
operating at reduced capacity, and besides, I’ve never seen
tech that could do that.”
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“That’s true,” Polaris replied.
“Hi, ladies,”
Mirawatt said
with a half
smile and a
shrug. “I guess
I’m back.”
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Chapter 3
Gale
“So why not go back in time and kill Nobulous when he was
a baby?” the Gearloc called Tantrum asked.
He shrugged.
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“What do you mean?” Nugget asked.
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“Gavenkog!” Duster breathed, balling her fists. Gale stole a
glance at Mirawatt and wondered if she’d figured out yet how
she’d died, despite asking that nobody tell her. “He’s the one
council member we haven’t been able to track lately.”
There was a pause as the seated Gearlocs took all of this in,
realizing that their work was not yet done. Slowly, however,
each one of them looked up and back at her, gazes steeled,
eyes resolute. Gale smiled and smacked her palm with
her fist.
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Chapter 4
Static
“So what happens when Mirawatt goes back?” Static asked.
“Can’t you just… not send her?”
“Oh,” Static
said, his ears
drooping slightly.
“I didn’t think
about that.”
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He scratched his head.
As the two trudged on, they saw more signs that this area
of The Break was not simply another patch of stone. The
ground got smoother; they passed platforms that appeared
to once hold lanterns or other gear; Figment even noted a
couple of crude charcoal drawings on one of the cave walls.
Static shrugged. “You can exist in a place like this just fine,”
he said. “I was just trying to figure out how to live in it. I
haven’t been back since Mirawatt died, though. Too busy.”
“For a long time, yep,” Static replied. “Once I got old enough,
I struck out on my own. I lived in one of the Gearloc villages
down here, and I was tired of the constant attacks from orcs
and trolls and whatever thing got out of Nobulous’s lab
that week.”
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“What did you hope to accomplish? Become The Break’s
avenging angel?”
“I… I never thanked you for what you did,” Static told
Figment.
“Or when they can’t find the thing, maybe they’ll think we
destroyed it and they’ll turn around and go home?” Static
asked, hopefully.
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“Sweep your light around the rest of the room,” Static
replied. “Quickly!”
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Chapter 5
Carcass
Carcass was a trapper. He kept to himself. He liked Mirawatt.
When she needed help in The Break, he came. He does not
like interviews.
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Chapter 6
Mirawatt
The air in the workshop was disturbed by naught but soft
clanks and jingles as Mirawatt and Duster completed their
separate tasks around the room. The pair had not spent
much time together over the last couple of months, and even
less alone. This pained Mirawatt, who hadn’t seen Duster in
more than two decades—but then again, even though she
wasn’t clear on the particulars, she knew it had been much
less time since Duster had seen her. She smiled from her
spot on the workshop floor, where she looked up at the Great
Machine and cranked a wrench on one of its knobs.
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“I, uh, I haven’t been saying much to you since we got
Nobulous, huh?” she said, less a question than a statement.
“... It’s OK,” Mirawatt said. “I figured you would when you
were ready—if you were ready, I mean.”
“Yeah,” Duster said. “It’s just that I haven’t known how to say
what I want to say.”
That rock must have hit the time machine, she realized,
rushing over to help Duster assist Figment. Sure enough, the
backpack Figment wore everywhere had a sizable dent in it,
so Mirawatt stuck her hand in his face to get his attention.
Seeing the tendrils flowing on her palm, he snapped his head
to look at hers.
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Nodding, Figment scrambled to his feet and bolted into
the workshop. Mirawatt followed him in so she could alert
the other Gearlocs and grab her crossbow, while Duster
and the now-recovered Static stood at the ready for more
intruders outside. She pushed a large button by her favorite
workbench; her next words would be broadcast to a crude
speaker system inside her compound and to whichever
Gearlocs were present with Gasket.
“Just fix the machine and we don’t have to talk about it,”
she said before running out the door. As she rolled behind
a nearby stone alcove she’d hollowed out for just this
circumstance, she heard the door shut behind her, followed
a second later by a loud clamping sound she knew was the
mechanical deadbolt locking in place. Outside the door, the
situation was dire.
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tunnel’s narrowest point, where they were punching up and
cutting down baddies at a frantic pace.
Her cartridge loaded, she peered out above the top of her
igneous turret and sighted down an orc who’d managed to
squirm her way past Duster’s left side. Her crossbow fired
with a shunk, and the bolt hit the orc square in the chest,
knocking the creature back into the tunnel wall. Upon
impact with the wall, the back of the bolt exploded in a
small puff, spreading an adhesive netting over the orc and
several others nearby. Satisfied with her first stop, Mirawatt
continued to look for potential dangerous targets or
breakthrough fighters that she could similarly wrap up.
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her enemy jumped back. Turning to face her other foe, she
raised her knife, but before either could make a move, a thin,
rectangular projectile whizzed toward them, lodging itself
shallowly in the back of the orc’s head. The orc roared and
clutched at his wound, and Mirawatt delivered the coup de
grace before bending down to pick up the projectile. It was a
playing card—the Ace of Vitality to be precise.
“Haven’t heard from the compound since you were on,” she
said. “All the lifts we went to have been taken out, though.
They’ve been busy.”
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“Why don’t you ask them yourself?” Gale said, nodding
toward the tunnel.
The narrowest segment was now littered with fallen orcs and
trolls, but the living, still undaunted and seemingly tireless,
continued to navigate the opening where Static and Duster
had been forced to retreat. Following Gale’s eyeline, Mirawatt
felt her stomach drop. Behind the current wave of troll and
orc foot soldiers, she recognized three faces she and Gale
had seen before on previous scouting missions: the grim,
angry visage of orc general Domina and the self-satisfied
savagery of troll siblings Rok and Rol.
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As Mirawatt sighted up her opponent again, Domina made
a hand motion toward her. Realizing she’d left herself open
for an attack, Mirawatt whirled just in time to twist out of
the way of an orc charging at her left side, head down. She
recognized too late that the orc’s spiked helmet belonged to
Skewer, one of Domina’s deadly lieutenants. Though Skewer’s
attack missed her body, his headgear smashed into her
crossbow, shattering it in two. Cursing, Mirawatt drew her
dagger again and rushed after the orc, who was heading back
toward the crowd of Gearlocs arranged in a defensive circle
between the narrow tunnelway and the workshop door.
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lost. The gaggle of Gearlocs who had been defending the
compound rushed into the clearing, bloodied and gasping
for air, and Mirawatt could see the lava monster’s glow
illuminating the dark behind them.
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Chapter 7
Duster
The light glowed brighter and brighter, framing The Break
in a simulacrum of daylight and then burning even brighter
still. The combatants shielded their eyes, or merely closed
them while continuing their wild swings. Just as the light
seemed to reach its apex, however, everything went dark
—not a reversion to the usual dim, lamp-lit trappings of
Mirawatt’s slice of the abyss, but to pitch blackness, an
absolute absence of perception. This was true, and yet
somehow something else was true: though she could see
nothing, Duster could also see a face staring into her soul.
She later learned that all the other Gearlocs present had seen
approximately the same thing; as to their enemies, she could
not know. The face was ethereal, wispy, as if made of smoke
or steam, with hollow eye sockets and a jaw that seemed to
crackle with some unholy energy. Most of all, she noticed
the face’s expression: vacant, yet hungry, a void that desired
nothing more than to be filled by inexorable consumption.
Duster could feel the weight of the face’s gaze, knew that it
bore her naught but malice. She was without, and the face
resented all that was not within.
The face stared at her for a while; she could not say how
long. Then, it exhaled, a long, slow breath of relief that
sounded as if it had been pent up for eons. As it exhaled, the
face started to fade, and the normal spectrum of light began
to return to the cavern. Duster could not say exactly why, but
she felt a sense of dread, as if the face’s breath represented the
final key in a lock that should have never been opened.
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It took her a moment to notice that she was looking up at the
sliver of sky visible from the floor of The Break; sitting up,
she realized that she and nearly everyone else in the cavern
had been struck prone. Pulling herself into a crouch, she
could not see an orc, troll, or monster that was stirring, but
she also didn’t see Domina, Rok, or Rol. She crept up to the
doorway and peered around the edge of the frame.
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shrapnel and contorted in ways Gearlocs were never meant
to bend; Duster longed to rush to her, to weep for her, but
she dared not while the ones who’d indirectly done this to
her were so nearby.
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“You’re right, Gearloc,” Domina sneered. “It is easy. I’ll rip off
your ears and stuff them down your throat, and my orcs and
I will take the machine back to the Warspire Catacombs.”
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them, or scald them) in the back. As they reached the edges
of the clearing—Domina and Rok at the narrow tunnel,
Gavenkog at a wider one, and the golem on the path back
toward Mirawatt’s compound—each one tried to rouse the
few of their warriors that remained. Those who still lived
rose groggily but obediently and slunk into the black. It
was only then that Duster could go to Gale, and she did so
immediately, cradling her head in her lap and cursing the
name of Nobulous, who had somehow managed to extend
his reign of tragedy beyond his death. To her surprise, she
realized that Gale was still alive, barely, breathing shallow,
ragged breaths. Duster thought about looking for Patches,
but her years of rough survival told her that Gale was already
too far gone.
Duster stood, realizing that it was now the second time she
would have to bid Mirawatt her last farewell.
“I wish we had more time,” she told her. “But I guess I always
would have wished that, right? However much time you
have, you always want a little more.”
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Mirawatt smiled at her and mouthed the word “goodbye.”
As she began to fade away, Duster remembered something.
Quickly, she pointed at Mirawatt’s heart, then tapped her
own heart. She wasn’t sure if Mirawatt had seen it. By the
time she finished the motion, the old Gearloc was finally,
truly gone.
Duster grimaced. “We couldn’t keep her here, Gale,” she said.
“I’m sorry. Figment’s machine was damaged, and it sent her
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back to the time she came from. It was some kind of failsafe.
But she left you something, in her own way.”
Duster smiled.
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“He’s stuck with us,” Stanza joked.
“I’m glad you’re not alone anymore,” she said. “I’m glad I
know you, even with all of the stuff we’ve gone through in
the past few years.”
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Note from Riffle: To experience the tale of the Age
of Tyranny in its proper order, do not finish reading
this book until you have completed the interactive
story known as “Unbreakable” in its entirety. Or go
ahead and spoil the ending.
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By now, you know all the stories of the Gearlocs ending the
Tyrant War. Their overwhelming of Cinder; their outstrategizing
of Domina; the epic three-way battle between ‘Loc, Rok, and Rol.
The vanquishing of the council, the daring raids in Obendar, the
destruction of Nobulous’s secret labs (and, unwittingly, of his son
Rob, who had been using one of them as a clubhouse) and the
final confrontation of Gavenkog’s machine-enhanced form. Most
of all, you know the story of the fight against the Nexus, how
Gearlocs were brought to the brink of death and back to defeat a
creature that fed on decay and fear.
You know how Daelore was saved, but you may not know how
Daelore was redeemed.
It’s common knowledge that The Break has gotten smaller and
less hostile in the years since Operation: Unbreakable. The
troglodytes have cleared out, Obendarian Gearlocs helped
re-welcome Southern Gearlocs to the surface, and trees have
started growing around The Break’s southern canyon again. As
the ground’s nutrients return and the earth beneath Daelore
comes back together, it seems like our land has committed itself
to healing.
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Many attribute this new age to the vanquishing of the Nexus,
which spread its evil tendrils for centuries even while Nobulous
tried to contain what he’d wrought. But that’s not what did it.
It was a quiet life, and at times kind of a boring one, but Duster
always said she could use a bit of boredom after all she’d been
through. Besides, she had company—periodic visits by members
of the Rogue Council were always welcome, and the legendary
bard Stanza was always by her side. The two stayed together for
the rest of their days, a bond the Great Machine had no need to
strengthen and one it could never hope to sunder.
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