After collecting the second set of 5 Atlas Skews, the Guardian is instructed to deliver them to the Caliburn Gatehouse.
The H.E.L.M., The Last City
The Guardian enters the portal in the Awoken wing of the H.E.L.M.
Caliburn Gatehouse, The Dreaming City
The Guardian installs the Atlas Skews into the second Atlas Terminal to sequence the Dozmary Vault's current coordinates. The navigational data sequence is integrated.
Uldren Sov: The twin kestrels darted through the gaps between branches. The leaves formed verdant pathways. Predictably, Rega first, with Ager close behind. In those pathways, they traded secrets. Secrets Rega whispered to the flock, hoping to push them beyond the Hollow. Beyond the forest. Most nights, Rega and Ager sat beneath the stars to dream, twin hearts sounding a duet of beats... like ours, Mara. I still feel yours, still distant. In this story, Ager fixated on the dark clouded pocks that marred the night above the canopy. He pointed to the starry spaces between them and asked his sister to name them. Rega never spoke a word. She already knew all their names, and didn't want to crush his spirit. How charitable... One night, Ager grew impatient of her silence and pointed to one of the dark spots as it roared with thunder. "The storm is singing to us," said Ager, "We should sing back to show it we are not afraid." Rega wove her voice with his, and the thunder resounded. She did not sing with him again after that night. Rare to see stars in the Ascendant Plane. I wish we were doing this together. Why hide the scepter if it weren't a test?
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If the Guardian is Awoken
Queen Mara Sov: I know you are Awoken, cousin, but not of the Reef. This may not be known to you.
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If the Guardian is a Titan
Queen Mara Sov: I understand Awoken history is not your strong suit, Titan. I will teach you.
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If the Guardian is a Hunter
Queen Mara Sov: I understand pilfering ruins suits you more than researching them, Hunter. Listen and learn.
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If the Guardian is a Warlock
Queen Mara Sov: I understand you bear some knowledge of the Awoken, but our creation is still only myth to you, Warlock. Hear the truth.
Queen Mara Sov: When the Awoken people came into being after the Collapse, I was the first. As first, my chosen form defined what an Awoken could be. Thousands followed my example, willing themselves into existence within the Distributary. Some, like Uldren, required help. His mind was like an unsteady fawn. No surprise, he was unable to do it on his own. So I guided him. Filled the gaps in his memory. I gave him a star to follow. He was bonded to me, and his devotion spiraled into pathetic recklessness. Even through death, he hasn't outgrown that dependency. I see it in him, as he looks longingly to his Ghost for answers. To you...