Outlaw Correspondence: Icetide is the exchange of messages between the members of an outlaw gang led by Razorblade Hollis. Most of the correspondence is given by the second in command, Madwolven Kernon. This plays out a whole saga of what this gang does during the Icetide of 468 LV.
To unlock each these cortex entries in the series, 5 collectible notes must be gathered from active outlaw camps throughout Northern Bastion. So, a total of 70 notes must be collected to get all 14 Outlaw Correspondence: Icetide Cortex entries.
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A total of 14 cortex entries make reference to Outlaw Correspondence: Icetide.
This is the story of how one of the many outlaw gangs of Bastion tried to steal Icetide. What ended up happening in the end was incredible!
Icetide is Coming
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Hey, the boss wants everyone to quit with the Icetide crap around camp. Especially the singing. Razorblade Hollis' gang does not do Icetide songs.
Also, whoever keeps leaving the creepy little stuffed korox around, just stop already. First of all, nobody's bringing a bunch of outlaws presents. And second, the whole idea that a miniature korox is always watching what you do and reporting to some higher gift-authority is disturbing. Who comes up with this stuff?
New Plan, People:
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With the cold coming, a lot more traffic will be heading to and from Heliost. Most bands would take this opportunity to hit as many striders as possible, but most outlaws, as you know, are idiots.
We will ignore the strider tracks and go straight for the loading docks. With so many new people coming and going from the city, no one will even notice us. We walk in the front gate, unload cargo straight into our own strider, and leave with no one the wiser.
I want everyone cleaned up and looking respectable. We start when the frost hits.
Post-op Report
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Nice work on the first heist, people. Everyone except for Chaingun Morro did a great job of blending in, and we got the strider out with only a small complication caused by Chaingun screaming like a terrified child and throwing a crate at a bunch of Sentinels as we left. That crate comes out of your cut, Chaingun.
The bad news is that most of the loot seems to be Icetide decorations. We'll get in touch with some Regulators and find someone to buy all this seasonal crap.
Memo
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Round Two
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Team Report
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Good news first: The Sentinels never suspected a thing. Two of them even wished us a happy Icetide as we left with the goods. Even Chaingun didn't screw things up.
Now for the bad news: We got fifty-seven crates of Icetide sweaters. The boss is… not happy. Nobody mention snowflakes around camp for a few days. Or maybe years. Look, the timeline isn't important— Not getting shot because the boss is starting to lose it is what matters here.
Anyway, good work. We'll get drinks to celebrate—just don't tell the boss.
Change of Plans
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Listen up, people:
We can't stop grifting Icetide crap, fine. That time of year, I guess. Rather than fight the season, we're gonna run with it. If we're going to steal Icetide stuff anyway, we might as well get all of it. Every. Last. Bit.
Everybody grab an Icetide sweater. We're going back to Heliost.
Status Report: Icetide Heist
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So, the third trip into Heliost was a resounding success. The ugly sweaters were a surprisingly good disguise. We got a shipment of greeting cards, a couple-dozen crates of baked snacks from Antium, a crate of imported cheese, a whole lot of moonshine (we're keeping close tabs on that, so don't even think about it) and a bunch of kids' toys. Yes, you can help yourself to those.
Special thanks to the guys who stayed up all night painting the damned strider yet again. You'll be getting the first of the moonshine.
One Last Time
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Success!
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That last heist cleaned Heliost completely out of seasonal holiday stuff. Everyone's done a great job. Special thanks to Chaingun Morro for actually sneaking into the Sentinel barracks to steal their Icetide ornaments. That was a thing of beauty. The boss is so happy, we're not only passing around the moonshine, we're breaking open that crate of baked snacks.
Everyone keep their distance from the boss, though. He's not in a shooting mood, but he's way too happy. Like, giddy? It's creeping people out, and I'm not dealing with any more crying outlaws.
Icetide Celebrations?
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Reports from Heliost
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So… uh… I guess the festivities are still going? Our contact inside the walls took two hours to answer our radio call because she was out caroling. So that happened.
The boss might be having a breakdown. I'm gonna talk to him, and if anybody hears missile fire coming from the office just… run, maybe.
Still Alive!
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Okay everyone, I talked to the boss and I'm not dead! So tell Chaingun to stop going through all my stuff.
I'm 95% sure the boss has just snapped. I found Razorblade Hollis in his office just… staring at nothing. Wearing an Icetide sweater. After a few awkwardly silent minutes he said, "Well, shit, we're putting everything back."
So… yeah. That's our plan now, I guess? I'm not sure if we need to put the sweaters back on for this. Maybe? Just grab one to be on the safe side.
Sentinels (Outlaw Correspondence: Icetide)
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Hey everyone, one last update:
Nice work getting everything loaded and unloaded so fast! It seems like the Sentinels aren't chasing us, which is good. Whoever gave the little stuffed korox to the boss: That was a smart move. He seems much calmer now. If someone could keep an eye on the weather, that'd be great. I don't know about the rest of you, but I am all Icetided-out. I could use some sun.