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'''Purpose''' is a [[Lore]] book added in ''[[Season of the Deep]]''. Entries are unlocked by progressing the seasonal [[Triumphs|Triumph]]. | '''Purpose''' is a [[Lore]] book added in ''[[Season of the Deep]]''. Entries are unlocked by progressing the seasonal [[Triumphs|Triumph]] "Into the Depths" which is the questline for the seasonal story. It tells of various characters' experiences after [[Titan (moon)|Titan]] returns to the [[Sol System]]. | ||
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==I. Debriefing== | ==I. Debriefing== | ||
"[[Sloane]]?" | |||
[[Sloane | |||
[[Zavala|Commander Zavala's]] voice sounds distorted, as if he were underwater. The chill running down Sloane's spine only adds to the sensation. | [[Zavala|Commander Zavala's]] voice sounds distorted, as if he were underwater. The chill running down Sloane's spine only adds to the sensation. | ||
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She knows she had been gone for a while. For how long, she isn't sure— [[Síocháin|Síocháin's]] internal chronometer had glitched out shortly after Titan disappeared and took them with it. Sloane had been left to measure the passage of time by feeling it in her bones. | She knows she had been gone for a while. For how long, she isn't sure— [[Síocháin|Síocháin's]] internal chronometer had glitched out shortly after Titan disappeared and took them with it. Sloane had been left to measure the passage of time by feeling it in her bones. | ||
The universe moved on without her. That was to be expected. But Sloane still can't believe Zavala's debriefing… the words crash into her like one tidal wave after another, threatening to knock her off balance and fill her lungs with brine. | |||
[[ | [[Stasis]]. [[Empress Caiatl|Caiatl]]. The [[House of Light]]. [[Savathûn, the Witch Queen|Savathûn]]. The [[Lucent Brood]]. [[Neomuna]]. | ||
[[ | …[[Amanda Holliday|Amanda]]. | ||
Sloane's thoughts drift back to the wake of the [[Red War]]. Call signs and banter as Holliday's Hawk flew overhead. Small talk between sorties. Quiet moments and shared laughter between the staccato of gunfire and roar of jet engines. A friendship chiseled into marble, one stroke at a time. | Sloane's thoughts drift back to the wake of the [[Red War]]. Call signs and banter as Holliday's Hawk flew overhead. Small talk between sorties. Quiet moments and shared laughter between the staccato of gunfire and roar of jet engines. A friendship chiseled into marble, one stroke at a time. | ||
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==II. Theory== | ==II. Theory== | ||
[[Ikora Rey|Ikora]] pinches a thick and vibrant [[Strand]] thread from the air and twists it between her fingers with ease. It plies to her influence, but smooths the motions of her hands, tapering her movements to flow in cleaner lines. | [[Ikora Rey|Ikora]] pinches a thick and vibrant [[Strand]] thread from the air and twists it between her fingers with ease. It plies to her influence, but smooths the motions of her hands, tapering her movements to flow in cleaner lines. | ||
[[The Veil]] tones in rhythm with the plucks of tension rolling across her knuckles. She focuses on the subtle irregularities in each pulse, the patterns they form. There are a small few plucked reverberations that resonate out beyond the walls of this chamber, beyond the detection of her intuition, and out into the cosmos. Those capture her interest most. | [[The Veil]] tones in rhythm with the plucks of tension rolling across her knuckles. She focuses on the subtle irregularities in each pulse, the patterns they form. There are a small few plucked reverberations that resonate out beyond the walls of this chamber, beyond the detection of her intuition, and out into the cosmos. Those capture her interest most. | ||
Behind her, [[Nimbus|an animated avatar]] escorts [[Osiris]] into the Veil's [[ | Behind her, [[Nimbus|an animated avatar]] escorts [[Osiris]] into the Veil's [[Veil Containment|containment chamber]]. They gesture him toward Ikora and bid farewell. | ||
Osiris watches the ripples play out before him and across the fabric of reality, as a wave, then particles, then a wave again. He feels it brush over him. He steps with the cadence of each pulse sent rippling from Ikora's plucking knuckles, basking in Strand's energizing rhythm. Feeling whole again. | Osiris watches the ripples play out before him and across the fabric of reality, as a wave, then particles, then a wave again. He feels it brush over him. He steps with the cadence of each pulse sent rippling from Ikora's plucking knuckles, basking in Strand's energizing rhythm. Feeling whole again. | ||
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==III. Legacy== | ==III. Legacy== | ||
A soft, simulated whimper echoes through the workshop as [[Archangel|Archie]] rests his head on [[Anastasia Bray|Ana's]] shoulder. They sit together in front of the harness holding up [[Rasputin|Rasputin's]] erstwhile [[Rasputin#Rebuilding_the_Warmind|Exo frame]], a lifeless effigy of cables and steel. | A soft, simulated whimper echoes through the workshop as [[Archangel|Archie]] rests his head on [[Anastasia Bray|Ana's]] shoulder. They sit together in front of the harness holding up [[Rasputin|Rasputin's]] erstwhile [[Rasputin#Rebuilding_the_Warmind|Exo frame]], a lifeless effigy of cables and steel. | ||
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==V. Expectation== | ==V. Expectation== | ||
"I don't know what I expected." | "I don't know what I expected." | ||
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Ikora stops pacing. She turns to look at Zavala with an accusatory stare. | Ikora stops pacing. She turns to look at Zavala with an accusatory stare. | ||
"Every single enemy we've fought was brought here by the Traveler," Zavala says, slouching back into his chair. "The Hive, the Fallen, the worst of the Cabal." His attention drifts down to the datapad, Sloane's report on the origins of the Witness. "What's one more group of people chasing it?" | "Every single enemy we've fought was brought here by [[the Traveler]]," Zavala says, slouching back into his chair. "The [[Hive]], the [[Fallen]], the worst of the [[Cabal]]." His attention drifts down to the datapad, Sloane's report on the origins of [[the Witness]]. "What's one more group of people chasing it?" | ||
"This isn't the Traveler's fault," Ikora says, doubling back on Zavala's desk. "You read the same report I did. We are at war with an entire civilization condensed into an individual. Multitudes of resentment and hatred crushed into a singularity." | "This isn't the Traveler's fault," Ikora says, doubling back on Zavala's desk. "You read the same report I did. We are at war with an entire civilization condensed into an individual. Multitudes of resentment and hatred crushed into a singularity." | ||
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Ikora approaches Zavala's desk. "Does it matter?" She challenges him. "It is obviously outgunned and running. For all the Traveler's strength the Witness is the greater power. It never came to us to uplift us. It came to us for help." | Ikora approaches Zavala's desk. "Does it matter?" She challenges him. "It is obviously outgunned and running. For all the Traveler's strength the Witness is the greater power. It never came to us to uplift us. It came to us for help." | ||
Zavala is silent. He looks up from the datapad to Ikora, then sighs and slowly rises from his seat. Ikora follows him with her eyes, watching him move to the window where he would gaze out at the Traveler in the past. Now a fleet of allied vessels struggle to fill that void. | Zavala is silent. He looks up from the datapad to Ikora, then sighs and slowly rises from his seat. Ikora follows him with her eyes, watching him move to the window where he would gaze out at the Traveler in the past. Now a fleet of [[The Coalition|allied]] vessels struggle to fill that void. | ||
"Were they really that unified?" Zavala asks, looking at Ikora's faint reflection. | "Were they really that unified?" Zavala asks, looking at Ikora's faint reflection. | ||
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==VI. Conviction== | ==VI. Conviction== | ||
[[Xivu Arath, God of War|Xivu Arath's]] claw wraps around a hiltless, slender vantablack blade impaled into the spine of a prostrated Knight, whose own sword clatters to the ground, inches from its grip, defeated. | |||
She twists her blade, and the Knight's roars echo within the [[Dreadnaught]]. Xivu's will soars through the [[Ascendant Realm|Ascendant Plane]] and crosses the barrier between this world and the next to find communion with the Witness. | |||
She twists her blade, and the Knight's roars echo within [[ | |||
Within a distant hollow, they converse. | Within a distant hollow, they converse. | ||
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"If they do not?" | "If they do not?" | ||
Xivu Arath sees the hidden thrust of its question. She knows it doubts her but does not understand why. No matter the outcome, they stand at the precipice of the Final Shape. | Xivu Arath sees the hidden thrust of its question. She knows it doubts her but does not understand why. No matter the outcome, they stand at the precipice of the [[Final Shape]]. | ||
THE SWORD WILL DECIDE AND BE FORGED STRONGER FOR IT. | THE SWORD WILL DECIDE AND BE FORGED STRONGER FOR IT. | ||
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Struggle within the finite is eternal. | Struggle within the finite is eternal. | ||
"To deny the blade is heresy"—her | "To deny the blade is heresy"—her sister's words played in her thoughts like fingertips plucking dissonant chords. | ||
The Witness enters the solace of Xivu's mind. Her inner throne. A salt flat sliver extending eternally into darkness. Armaments of all fashion sleep, partially sheathed between the cracks of a battlefield, where there is no place to run. | The Witness enters the solace of Xivu's mind. Her inner throne. A salt flat sliver extending eternally into darkness. Armaments of all fashion sleep, partially sheathed between the cracks of a battlefield, where there is no place to run. | ||
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Her blade: buried in spent ash. | Her blade: buried in spent ash. | ||
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