That pisser. He must have seen me looking... must have dumped it! I'll string him up for the flies. Notes: Trap bonus possible if you go up to the pillars and disarm before opening the end chest or talking to Seamus after defeating the medusa. Loot

Everything we’ve found would fit into a single shoe box,” he says. “And it makes sense. They were using organic materials from the swamp. Except for the big stuff like cabins, it decomposes without leaving a trace.” They are not the sort of objects, in other words, that catch the eye or speak for themselves. Her solution was to mount some of them in jewel cases like priceless treasures. Cyrille: That... poltroon. Said we'd go salvaging... we should split up... then she left me. I know... she heard me yelling.Root> DDOwiki meta> DDOwiki metacategories> Quests> Quests by story arc> The Netherese Legacy chain quests

Kiki: Ah... my trunk. Cyrille--that's my partner--must have the key on him. He's probably still in the swamp. He's a thorough sort. Sayers pulls out a stone arrowhead about an inch long, one side chipped away to form a tiny curved knife or scraper. “In the interior of the swamp, there was only one source of stone,” he says. “Tools left behind by indigenous Americans. Maroons would find them, modify them, and keep using them until they were worn down into tiny nubs.” Marronage, the process of extricating oneself from slavery, took place all over Latin America and the Caribbean, in the slave islands of the Indian Ocean, in Angola and other parts of Africa. But until recently, the idea that maroons also existed in North America has been rejected by most historians. The canal now known as Washington Ditch was the first significant encroachment into the Great Dismal Swamp. More canals were dug. Timber companies cut thousands of acres of Atlantic white cedar, known locally as juniper, and turned it into barrel staves, ship masts and house shingles.

Optional)Destroy the lost spirits (3) — Bonus (20%): Heroic ( ♣517 ♦895 ♥927 ♠960 ) Epic ( ♣1,807 ♦3,104 ♥3,196 ♠3,289 ) In 2004, when I started talking about large, permanent maroon settlements in the Great Dismal Swamp, most scholars thought I was nuts,” says Sayers. “They thought in terms of runaways, who might hide in the woods or swamps for a while until they got caught, or who might make it to freedom on the Underground Railroad, with the help of Quakers and abolitionists.”

Optional)Free the three lost spirits — Bonus (25%): Heroic ( ♣647 ♦1,119 ♥1,159 ♠1,200 ) Epic ( ♣2,259 ♦3,880 ♥3,996 ♠4,111 ) I ask him how his Marxism influences his archaeology. “I think capitalism is wrong, in terms of a social ideal, and we need to change it,” he says. “Archaeology is my activism. Rather than go to the Washington Mall and hold up a protest sign, I choose to dig in the Great Dismal Swamp. By bringing a resistance story to light, you hope it gets into people’s heads.” When ideological passion drives research, in archaeology or anything else, it can generate tremendous energy and important breakthroughs. It can also lead to the glossing over of inconvenient data, and biased results. Sayers has concluded that there were large, permanent, defiant “resistance communities” of maroons in the Great Dismal Swamp. Is there a danger that he’s over-interpreted the evidence? Historical archaeology does require interpretation,” he says. “But I always imagine what my worst critic is going to say, or want as evidence, and I’ve done a decent enough job to convince my academic peers on this. There’s a few who don’t buy it. The show-me-the-money historians don’t see much money.”

Poetry books are always incredibly difficult to review, and this one is definitely no exception. And as always, there were poems that inevitably fell a bit short compared to some others in the collection. Overall, What We Lost in the Swamp is a very interesting collection, using nature analogy and comparisons to express a variety of emotions, ranging from topics of relationship, sexuality, jealously, personal growth and so on. He pulls out a disk of plain, earth-colored Native American pottery, the size of a large cookie. “Maroons would find ceramics like this, and jam them down into the post holes of their cabins, to shore them up. This is probably the largest item we’ve found.” Then he shows me a tiny rusted copper bead, perhaps worn as jewelry, and another bead fused to a nail. The artifacts keep getting smaller: flakes of pipe clay, gunflint particles from the early 19th century, when the outside world was pushing into the swamp. We collected soil samples without exposing them to sunlight and sent them to a lab,” he explains. “They can measure when these grains of sand last saw sunlight. Normally, historical archaeological projects don’t need to use OSL because there are documents and mass-produced artifacts. It’s a testament to how unique these communities were in avoiding the outside world.”