| Text | - It's best not to play it. You can always deny having heard it, but those creepy Fortunatas seem to be able to read minds, so you decide just to sell the thing and be rid of it.
- Eye of newt. Wing of bat. Yeah, this will be worth a fortune. Not. You could have found better junk in the trash.
- Hmm. Tinny little bones on a leather strap, some bat's wings, and bottle of frogs. Nice. Must have some purpose, but you're not sure what. Somebody somewhere will buy'em though. They always do.
- Hey! Your favorite high school teacher has joined the bad guys. Guess he was right when he said you didn't play well with others.
- The old leatherbound book contains numerous spells and incarnations, but none that seem to serve your nefarious purpose.
- Interesting. It's a package full of very common chips, like you might find in alarm clocks, cell phones and so on. Obviously someone has plans to alter them for some more nefarious purpose.
- This nasty claw was locked up tight. Looks like it came from a demon or something. You shake it a few times but none of the locals drop dead. How disappointing.
- It's an odd crystal with a thin violet line running through the middle. You have no idea how to read it, but there's a large "spike", like on a heart monitor, a few milimeters to the right. Does that mean some major event is coming soon?
- The little speakeasy you robbed likes to keep a low profile; not a bad policy in the Rogue Isles. Lucky for you, money has a way of making itself heard.
- Looks like some kind of neural disruptor. You pull the trigger but nothing happens. Stupid prototypes.
- An interesting idea, but it looks like the gun isn't currently functioning. Ah, well. It'll still be worth something to the right problems.
- It's a statue of Tisiphone, one of the ancient Furies of the Greek legends. The legends say they were placed on Earth to torment evil-doers. Maybe there was something to the Fortunata's vision, after all. But what could it mean? You phone this one in and let Arachnos come get it. Best not to touch something like this.
- The blade feels heavy in your hand. Visions of demons and ancient ziggurats dance in your mind. You feel a dark and malevolent presence creeping into your mind. You put the dagger to your own throat and --WHOA! Perhaps this relic is too powerful for you just yet. Best just to sell it to some chump and let him deal with this insanity.
- A lady ought to know better to trust Larry to care for her valuables. You've made off with a number of rings, a ruby brooch, and a diamond necklace worth a ton just on its own.
- It looks like a gold-plated turtle shell to you. Its artistic value is dubious, but gold is gold.
- You walked away with over half a million dollars. Not a bad haul.
- L'Olonnais was one of the cruelest pirates ever to sail these waters. He once cut the heart out of one prisoner and forced another to eat it.
- Hmmm. Just some old rusty blades. Maybe these were pirate weapons or something. The Rogue Isles were full of them a few centuries back.
- It's a complicated schematic. There don't seem to be any prototypes of the device around.
- Their lull seems to have more to do with getting smashed by mugs like you more than any grand scheme. You find a long list of their gang's names - all coded, no doubt - with lines through them.
- Aether looks quite the worse for wear. Especially after you rip out a lock of the flowing white hair he was so proud of.
- Hello, beauties. These diamonds are huge. Flawed, but huge. You gotta think they'd look better as bling than powering some oversized doomsday device though.
- Hmm. Weird bits of animals, old pages you can't read, and is that a tongue? Great. At least your fence will know what to do with it.
- Cash, bullion, stocks and bonds. Not a bad haul.
- Wow. That is one big claw. You'd hate to imagine the bird this sucker came from.
- Looks like a high-tech egg-beater to you.
- Looks like the same old junk to you.
- Hmmm. An impressive piece of electronic engineering. Still, you bet the guy who came up with it can't set the clock on his DVD player.
- The box is full of keepsakes from a reporter who served in WWII. He died recently and these notes were discovered by his grandson. In it is an interview with none other than Lord Recluse himself, and a note on the side that says 'Stefan Richter.' Could that be Recluse's real name?
- Perhaps with this very blade.
- The story goes that a girl named Maria was the last of the Children of Enos taken from the islands by the French. Supposedly, her tears fell to the ground in Cap au Diable and turned to diamonds. If that was true you'd be making a lot more little girls cry.
- The old crown hums with arcane energy. You put it on your head and...nothing. Ah, well. It's the black market for this trinket.
- Something about stealing from Longbow feels good.
- This thing weights a ton. But you'll manage.
- This is the crucifix of the famous Father Martin Henri, who is said to have led the purge against the Children of Enos, and defeated the legendary demon of Cap au Diable.
- The Blue Oyster was once used by the Children of Enos to summon some dark sea god from the depths. Doesn't look like it's got much mojo now. Or maybe you just don't know the right mumbo-jumbo.
- Little pieces of coral on slides or in petri dishes. How exciting. You spit on one just to screw up the egghead who analyzes it.
- Looks like electrical readings from Cap au Diable. What could be so important about that? Hmmm. Looks like there are weird spikes every 666 seconds.
- You've got enough money to fund any nefarious scheme for a good chunk of time. A good day's haul.
- There's no way this map is real. The islands it refers to don't even exist. Ah well. Maybe your broker can still sell it to some newb for the price of a dinner at least.
- Urns, pots and a couple of bronze weapons. You don't sense mystical mojo in anything, so it's best to just sell them off before the original owner follows the trail to you.
- A handful of blue stones with what look like little eyes inside. Creepy.
- Yup. About what you figured. If Isis used this staff it was to hobble around in her old age.
- It's some sort of sonic projector. If hooked to an amplifier of some sort, it could devastate several blocks. It doesn't look stable, though, so it's best to just sell it to someone a little higher up on the food chain.
- Mako's casino, the Chum Bucket, runs a very liquid business. You managed to get away with as much cash as you can carry.
- Yuk. Gruesome. The things you'll do for a few bucks.
- The chip is labeled "tp jammer". Wonder what it's supposed to jam. Toilet paper? Cruel, but hardly effective.
- Carl Egon. Hmmm. You call your contact and he says only that he was some crazed inventor who kept burning down his labs a few years back. You're about to make him tell you more when the line suddenly goes dead.
- Hah! The urn is cracked. There isn't a drop of mumbo-jumbo-juice left.
- Hey, it is pretty light. Though, too. You can definitively see some uses for this.
- Doubloons, ingots, and pieces o'eight. It doesen't get any better than this.
- The chest belonged to one of Blackbeard's mistresses long ago. Inside were personal letters, old rags, and, as promised, Blackbeard's gold tooth.
- There's no way these are actually Henri's bones. You are not even sure if they are human. Still, a buck's a buck, and some wide-eyed relic hunter probably won't know the difference.
- Wireless ethernet cards, copies of some superhero MMO and a couple of new graphics cards. Not a bad haul, considering.
- In the box is a human finger. Maybe they wanted it for the DNA. Hmmm. Wonder who "Webb" is?
- Hmm. Some weird stuff. A manuscript by Crowley, the "Chaos Cook Book", "How to Serve Man". Neat stuff.
- Burke was right about the bank's finacial situation. Thanks to his diligence, you cleared a pretty good haul.
- This tiny silver of crystal must be it. You can feel it pulsing with eldritch energy.
- Kirk Cage definitely banks here. You've managed to walk away with an armload of cash and a ton of Cage Consortium stock certificates.
- Formula 13 might be potent, but it smells like sweat socks.
- Ah, a Rikti weapon. Not truly experimental tech, but it should fetch a few bucks at least.
- It's said this man-shaped root screams when torn from the earth. Fortunately, this one's already been yanked for you.
- Hmmm. It's red and it's a ruby and it makes you feel weak when you hold it. Best to send this sucker to a cape and see what happens. Or maybe sell it to one of the Rogue Isles' major players. They'd probably pay big money for something like this.
- Nice! Levigne has Captain Mako on speed dial! You give the mutant a ring and hear a raspy voice say, 'Whattya want, Charlie? Hello? Charlie? This ain't Charlie! Whoever dis is is in big trouble! I'll kill ya! I'll worse than kill ya! I'll rend you limb from limb you squid-loving piece of--' You wisely hang up before Mako somehow finds out who you are.
- There's some nice stuff here. Urns with ancient pictures, a spearhead, and even some diamond-studded toga clasps.
- This is disgusting. It looks like some kind of naked pygmy with blue skin and green hair and eyes and smells like rotten eggs.
- That was easy. Selling a disk is a lot easier than selling a priceless work of art or painting. And you can sell it over and over again.
- It's a gig or two of information on a data storage device, including audio and video of Black Scorpion going about his daily routine. Definitively good blackmail material, and a quick buck.
- That is one big freaking tooth. You'd hate to feel a mouthful of these.
- It's a painting of Lee Towers in Paragon City. You don't know how to use the painting to get there, and it's not a particularly good piece. You wonder why these losers wanted it so bad.
- The moment you place your hands on the CD you see smoke. To your amazement, the thing bursts into flames and crumbles to ash. What the devil was THAT about?
- The painting is much smaller than you imagined. And not very good. Whatever juice the Painter had must be his--not the painting's.
- NOGELARC. What kind of code is that? And why would it provide such an easy backdoor into Aeon Corps' mainframe? Ah, well. Who cares? You're getting paid and that's all that matters.
- Hmmm. They've been gathering info on companies researching orbital lasers and satellite positioning systems. Could be they're looking to pull the classic blackmail routine on Paragon City. Not that you care, but you'd rather make a profit off their research than set back and read about it in the papers.
- The Sea Lute is an actual instrument, though it looks as if it were carved from coral. You play it, but hear only low, mournful sounds--like that of dying whales. The music gives you a creepy feeling. Like you just stepped in dead fish.
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