SOLVED Fragment Eleven: Durkonos


Augur said “No one calls me that but Ascender. Call me Augie. I remember him here. Ascender.” The I remember him here bit…does that mean Ascended was once with Augie in the place he is now?


Also, I don’t think it wise to paint a huge target on our back by reaching Kendrick or Teddy. Augie said to hide from hinder. If we paint a huge target on our back for KS we are doing the exact opposite of what he said. We need to exhaust every other avenue of help we can follow.


Ascender visits Augie from time to time.


Oh Canada! Have we looked into more about the ruins mentioned?

This is the site to the museum mentioned:

Searching has proven difficult because I’m struggling with focusing on a certain area to search. The ruins are called “in situ” but I’m having problems finding more about it…there’s just so much information and so many possibilites… -_- my head hurts


Also after looking at the Climber link and the one about Portencia…is it possible they are related? They are both adept, they both have the capacity to “extrapolate”. Climber was referred to as a collector of ancestors maybe she “collected” one of Portentia’s fathers? The term “crux of two miracles” is used which is another thing that makes me think they could be related…Could Climber even potentially be Portentia’s mother? The word crux in reference to Climber seems to indicate KS or at least whoever is conducting the experiments believes Climber is the most important point of the issue…or is she the other definition of crux, the point of difficulty…

4 am rambling thoughts


Back in the city. I’ve called Augernon’s family a few times to see if he’s okay, no answer. Figured I shouldn’t leave a message. The facility won’t disclose medical information to anyone who isn’t preregistered as family but I’ll keep checking.

In the meantime, I had an interesting email waiting for me when I got home.

Apologies for sending this out of the blue.

I found your name on a tech blog where you were asking about a certain company. I got your email from that post.

You’re a reporter yeah? You can keep me anonymous? Protect me? I have a story and I need to tell someone.

I work there.

I emailed back, promising confidentiality. Will let you know when I hear back.


Movement, hallelujah! Thanks, Marty. I hope you’re doing okay. Keep us posted.


Marty, stay safe, and best of luck! Maybe I’m just rummaging around in extra tinfoil, but at this point, I’d say you’re definitely on their radar. Make sure to be careful how you approach this. You’re a good man, and a good friend to those who’ve been around longer than I.


What worries me is that Augie’s family didn’t respond to Marty’s attempt to reach out.


As horrible as it is to think about, I believe he may be in critical condition. I think whenever the voices in his head realized he was remembering, they did their best to stop it.


Can we not find out how he is?


I’m also afraid that they might have gotten to the innocent bystanders in this scenario. I can see why, maybe, they wouldn’t respond to an unfamiliar number. But it’s concerning. My only hope is that Augie is getting the medical care he needs, and that they’re with him.


They wrote me back.

I’ve been experiencing some strange things lately, and it all started with an accident I was in. I live in Boston. A car clipped me last week near my apartment. I hit my head pretty hard on the curb.

I signed so many agreements when I started work THERE, many of them are about not disclosing information about my job or what I see because it’s an ultra high-security research and development lab. You jump through so many high tech hoops to get hired. You have to take these weird video assessments with all these disturbing images… they track your eyes and scan your brain activity to see if you’re trustworthy, willing to be compliant… Weird, next level stuff. But I passed it all. I don’t remember too much else, and that’s the thing.

After the accident everything changed. A paramedic was checking me out and I started realizing I had two sets of memories. They wanted to take me to the hospital but I was beyond freaked. My employer wants to know about things like this immediately. But what I was remembering, and that I was remembering it now, scared the hell out of me.

I realized that when I leave there I don’t forget what I saw, but on the shuttle ride back to the city it all starts feeling unimportant. Like remembering a time you stopped to tie your shoes. It’s there but doesn’t feel like it matters. Something you’d never tell someone. Does that make sense?

But now my memories are conflicting. Not only am I starting to remember things, but I’m also realizing that my life here in Boston, my apartment, my driver’s license… it all feels familiar, but not.

I think they’ve done something to me. Maybe to everybody there. I think they have projects like this. I’m not sure. It’s like trying to remember parts of a dream.

You probably think I’m crazy. And maybe there is something wrong with me. But I don’t know who else to tell. And if they’re doing this to other people, something has to be done. I feel like I’ve been stolen from myself. The weird thing… I fell asleep with my laptop in bed and when I woke up the next morning the blog where I found your post was pulled up. But I don’t remember searching for it. I was too scared to put in the company’s name. But there it was, waiting for me. I took it as a sign to find you.

All I know right now is that I’m working on one particular project which isn’t active right now so I’ve had most of the week off. But they want me back on Monday because they’re ramping it up again.

I’m scared. Scared they’ll know about the accident and that I didn’t tell them. Scared they already know even though I’ve taken precautions to make sure they can’t track this to me. Scared of what I’ll see when I go back, and what I’ll remember when I leave. If I can leave.

HA. This all sounds so insane. When you asked about the company, did you imagine in a million years that this would be the response you’d get?


Eek! that sounds more than a little freaky!


The part about the blog I posted on just showing up on their laptop one morning… Aether moves in mysterious ways?


Some sort of Sweeper light applied on the buses, forgive the reference, but UNIT uses something like it for the Ultra Classified Black Archive.

Well done Aether for getting the researcher to us. I just hope he/she has the sense to act unfazed upon their return to the office, because KS won’t let them remember.


This is great news! Okay, a couple things I am noting:

  • List item Our mystery person has to go back on Monday so we may be on a time crunch to help them out. I don’t see KS taking kindly to whistle blowers.

  • I wonder if our mystery contact might be the Kendrick mentioned on Portencia’s page?

  • Or if they aren’t Kendrick maybenthey can get us in contact with them?

  • We need to get together a list of questions to ask them about KS.


I’ll respond now, let them know I believe what they’re saying and will respond later to buy time for you guys to come up with questions.


Questions I currently have:

  • Does the number 117-2 have any significance?

  • What are the 18 gates?

  • Does Project Sweeper or Wanderer sound familiar?

  • Have you ever encountered a young girl there? Possibly by the name Portencia?

  • Is there any way to gain access to more of KS internal files?


My question contributions.

What is Sweeper?

What is Wanderer?

Do you know of two adepts being held named Porentica and Climber?

If yes, can you get access to them?

I’d want to ask this person if they know Teddy, but I’m worried this turns out to be Teddy’s BFF or something, so let’s get to know them first.