Ember/Lore

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## Official Description

YOU LIVE ON THE MADNESS POTION.

An avid research enthusiast. The best enhancers on the market today are the ones developed by Ember. In his eyes, all creatures are just materials for experiments.

Ember never denied that he was crazy, and that the development of his enhancer was never for the people. He was just crazy to prove that he was the only genius pharmacist left in the world.

## Mastery Emails

###  Trainee

To: Isaac (Ember)
  Welcome to Isle City, you crazy old Trainee! Took you long enough. Finally, I have another genuine nutcase to help me feel better about myself—someone just as out of touch with reality as I am!
  Yep. I happen to know quite a lot about you, including your "euthanasic painkiller" invention. What a brilliant idea by Ducksyde! I've often thought the same thing: one cure for pain is simply to remove the patient from the list of the living.
  My lady friend, who happens to have started her own zoo for animals by the way, had a heck of a shock when she saw your name. My goodness, Isaac! What have you done? Don't tell me she's had a run-in with one of your "painkillers" too?
  Ducksyde heard that here in Isle City the Laboratory is the place to go for secrets, which is where I've learned quite a lot about you. It's a pity I don't have higher-level access. But you know who does? My zoo-keeping lady friend. You do a solid for me, and I'll do a solid for you.
From: Ducksyde

###  Mercenary

To: Isaac (Ember)
  Long time no see, smelly Isaac. How have you been? We literally jumped out of our seats in shock when we saw your name on the most recent Mercenary list!
  I'm getting ahead of myself. You're a busy man and I can't expect you to remember everyone who you come across. Let me reintroduce myself. I'm Ceanna, one of the vets here in Isle City. I have a real passion for animals. That's why I freed a cute little wild rabbit I rescued a while ago, "Dundun", around Riverview Park. It cost me 10 days of hard work to rescue and heal this poor animal. I came to check regularly every day after I freed it, and one day it just up and disappeared! I have a dog who's very good at tracking, and soon found Dundun had been taken captive in a van along with many other poor little animals. I tried to chase them down, but unfortunately, you guys already sped away...
  I'm not exactly sure what you plan on doing with Dundun or any of the other poor animals, and frankly I don't care! Return them to me at once!
From: Ceanna

###  Hunter

To: Ceanna
  There are indeed many downsides to notoriety, my dear Ceanna, a fact made abundantly clear by my new Hunter ranking. You mentioned a little rabbit I picked up in Riverview Park—I have 10 rabbit cages in my laboratory. You're welcome to "click and collect". But you ought to know they are making a very important contribution to the study of hallucinogenics for the benefit of mankind, and are most likely engaged in a pleasant fantasy right now superior to what our sad world can offer. Please don't misunderstand. The rabbits are not in mortal danger—yet.
  But there is one thing I'm very interested in discussing with you: you are the zookeeper and Capsuler champion Ceanna, correct? I believe you have high-level access to the Isle City Laboratory. And I'd appreciate a favor, which I know how to repay. I am new to the City and sadly have not had much luck accessing confidential files. I'd be most interested in finding out what the City's records have to say about the incident that the effect of the painkiller trialed by Stanley Pharmaceuticals led to acute liver and kidney failure. Do this and you can pick up whatever rabbit you wish from my lab.
From: Isaac (Ember)

###  Hotshot

To: Isaac (Ember)
  Mr. Isaac, greetings! I just took your new painkiller medication, and even as I'm writing this letter, I think I can feel it starting to take effect!
  I saw your name on the Hotshot list, and wanted to introduce myself properly. I appreciate the fact you're an illustrious chemist just as capable in the lab as any soldier on the field. And I wanted to thank you for helping to heal my wounds after that rough training session two days ago. In fact, Ms. Morningstar found me passed out in a nearby room that day...
  I have to say the painkiller works pretty fast. I feel like my wound is getting better even as I speak! Not to mention I'm recovering stamina like there's no tomorrow. You know what? I feel like I should pause this letter to go for a run around the block—maybe I'll run around twice, and bring my pet sparrow out for a walk... after which perhaps I should go for a swim. Speaking of swimming, there seems to be a rather large leak in my room. The carpet is already soaked, but I have to admit the water is rather mesmerizing. Especially with all the little glittering fish swimming by my feet. I've always wanted to keep fish. I wonder if I can move my bed into the middle of the room? I wonder if they'll like me? They keep swimming over to me... ##@%%&...
From: Mike (Captain)

###  Eradicator

To: Isaac (Ember)
Good day to you, Mr. Isaac. I'm a lady of my word, and seeing as you returned those poor animals, I would like to pass on what information I've managed to glean from the computer records.
 I've copied the contents of the confidential file I obtained from the Isle City Laboratory. You definitely know how to stir things up...
 January 17, 2057: Nova enters a confidential partnership with a pharmaceutical company to spearhead the development of new drugs with special military applications.
February 3, 2057: A research group is formed, headed by Isaac, into the development of new types of painkiller drugs for military use.
  March 2058: The research group's new painkiller formula enters small-scale human trials. Feedback is excellent, with highlights including an extremely rapid pain-dulling response and a short-term adrenaline boost.
  March 2059: Covert clinical trials begin on a modified version of the original painkiller, managed by ███. Clinical trial results disappoint versus existing substitutes, so █████████.
  May 2059: Isaac is dismissed following a 2-month investigation.
  This is all I've managed to find out so far, "Mr. Eradicator"... By the way, I'm not responsible for censoring the blacked-out text. Someone wanted to keep that hush hush, I suppose...
From: Ceanna

###  Enforcer

To: Ceanna
  Thanks for the info, my dear zookeeper. I'm not one to leave loose ends lying around, so I continued my fact-finding adventure after Isle City awarded me the rank of Enforcer. I was practically "requesting" full access to the confidential files. (I may or may not have added a threat in there somewhere about making a Zomborg virus... Heh.)
  Those stupid fools back at my old laboratory weren't happy with the "clinical efficacy" of my perfectly-decent painkiller formula, so they added a nerve agent. Any biochemistry postdoc would have immediately realized that this would adversely affect my original formula. The poor subjects died, and then guess who got the blame? Me!
  But I didn't just write this letter to thank you. Some files require two people with high-level access acting conjointly and, as you may have guessed, I'm interested in figuring something else out—which sorry individual was responsible for stuffing up my drug trial and placing the blame on me! In return, I'll be happy to release some of the other animals I've been keeping for experimentation. In fact, you can have your pick of the litter.
From: Isaac (Ember)