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'''The Lawless Frontier''' is a [[Lore]] book introduced in ''[[Forsaken]]'' that contains transcripts from "''Writings and Observations from the Tangled Shore: A Fallen Text''", translated by [[C.C. LaGrange]]. Entries are unlocked by completing activities in the game.
'''The Lawless Frontier''' is a [[Lore]] book introduced in ''[[Forsaken]]'' that contains excerpts from "''Writings and Observations from the Tangled Shore: A Fallen Text''", translated by [[C.C. LaGrange]], which explains how each of the [[Scorn]] [[Baron]]s rose to notoriety. Entries are unlocked by completing [[Forsaken]] [[Campaign]] missions.
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==By Thy Tongue Be Damned==
==By Thy Tongue Be Damned==
"Even here, the whispers persist.
Faint, but present."
—Excerpt from C.C. LaGrange's translations of "Writings and Observations from the Tangled Shore: A Fallen Text"
A [[Dreg]] fell. Left to die. A forgotten pirate set on a path toward salvation. His crew had raided the [[Moon]] looking for [[Ether]]. They found only death. And then he was alone.
A [[Dreg]] fell. Left to die. A forgotten pirate set on a path toward salvation. His crew had raided the [[Moon]] looking for [[Ether]]. They found only death. And then he was alone.


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Truth is, only Hiraks knows. Truth as simple as it is puzzling: Yes. Yes, he did. Scour the Grave. Hear the whispers. Only then could all that followed transpire.
Truth is, only Hiraks knows. Truth as simple as it is puzzling: Yes. Yes, he did. Scour the Grave. Hear the whispers. Only then could all that followed transpire.


For a lowly Dreg to rise from their docking to stand as a [[Baron]] is rare enough, but that a Fallen of any stature could crack the layers of understanding that barricade the known universe from the ascendant plane is more than improbable. It was impossible.
For a lowly Dreg to rise from their docking to stand as a Baron is rare enough, but that a Fallen of any stature could crack the layers of understanding that barricade the known universe from the ascendant plane is more than improbable. It was impossible.


Until it wasn't.
Until it wasn't.
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For Hiraks succeeded where so few have. He crafted his own throne world and began a monstrous quest to expand his knowledge, etching its harshest truths upon his enemies. And his work has progressed unchecked.
For Hiraks succeeded where so few have. He crafted his own throne world and began a monstrous quest to expand his knowledge, etching its harshest truths upon his enemies. And his work has progressed unchecked.


It is his name the children do not speak when sharing tales of the Haunting of Nemesis. It is his blood that [[Paladin|Paladins]] and [[Corsair|Corsairs]] alike wish to spill for the Slaughter at Gaspra.
It is his name the children do not speak when sharing tales of the Haunting of Nemesis. It is his blood that [[Paladin]]s and [[Corsair]]s alike wish to spill for the Slaughter at Gaspra.


Hiraks, the Twisted. Hiraks, Ascendant. The mindbender whose tongue is a weapon, whose experiments seek to unravel sanity and reshape imagination that his subjects may become other—tools of his vile bidding.
Hiraks, the Twisted. Hiraks, Ascendant. The mindbender whose tongue is a weapon, whose experiments seek to unravel sanity and reshape imagination that his subjects may become other—tools of his vile bidding.
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The Trickster. The liar. Silver-tongued [[Araskes, the Trickster|Araskes, the Wit]].
The Trickster. The liar. Silver-tongued [[Araskes, the Trickster|Araskes, the Wit]].


She who bartered with the [[Spider]] and nearly cost him his life. She who swindled a dozen bounty hunters that she alone may profit. So many tales of Araskes' sleight of hand and tongue and mind. The enemy who has won battles where no battle was fought. Who has killed more rivals than have ever risen to her challenge.
She who bartered with [[the Spider]] and nearly cost him his life. She who swindled a dozen bounty hunters that she alone may profit. So many tales of Araskes' sleight of hand and tongue and mind. The enemy who has won battles where no battle was fought. Who has killed more rivals than have ever risen to her challenge.


What is known and unknown? None can say. And the sly prankster would have it no other way.
What is known and unknown? None can say. And the sly prankster would have it no other way.
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But where others slipped toward insanity, Reksis's mind and intent were clear—the agony of a terrible death was his aim. The target of his wickedness, the very Servitors he had been denied. The very machines that sustained the Fallen.
But where others slipped toward insanity, Reksis's mind and intent were clear—the agony of a terrible death was his aim. The target of his wickedness, the very Servitors he had been denied. The very machines that sustained the Fallen.


He would tear and slice and rend their metal until their hissing deaths rang across the Shore, the Reef… the entire system. He would make all who do not stand with the Scorned Barons feel the anguish he once felt, tenfold.
He would tear and slice and rend their metal until their hissing deaths rang across the Shore, the [[Reef]]… the entire system. He would make all who do not stand with the Scorned Barons feel the anguish he once felt, tenfold.


And he would do so gleefully, watching the life drain from their eyes.
And he would do so gleefully, watching the life drain from their eyes.
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What he hits, he kills.
What he hits, he kills.


There is evidence of Fallen giving themselves to technology. Becoming other—becoming more—as they marry their physical selves to enslaved mechanics. The mercenary [[Taniks, the Scarred|Taniks]] is one example—more machine than Fallen now, an abomination in the eyes of traditional Fallen belief. The [[Splicers]] and their augmentation through [[SIVA]]—a twisted experiment brought low by the mighty hand of the heroes of Iron. Is Pirrha any different?
There is evidence of Fallen giving themselves to technology. Becoming other—becoming more—as they marry their physical selves to enslaved mechanics. The mercenary [[Taniks, the Scarred|Taniks]] is one example—more machine than Fallen now, an abomination in the eyes of traditional Fallen belief. The [[Splicers]] and their augmentation through [[SIVA]]—a twisted experiment brought low by the mighty hand of the [[Iron Lord|heroes of Iron]]. Is Pirrha any different?


The Barons and Taniks and the Splicers are each and all individual dangers, driven by their own ambition. They are more likely to wage war with one another than see their commonality.
The Barons and Taniks and the Splicers are each and all individual dangers, driven by their own ambition. They are more likely to wage war with one another than see their commonality.
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Most Guardians who have heard it dismiss it. Don't want to give credit to one so infamous—the Scorned Baron with the blood on her hands, the loot in tow and her burners set to top speed—but she deserves it. Don't believe me. Ask [[Marcus Ren]].
Most Guardians who have heard it dismiss it. Don't want to give credit to one so infamous—the Scorned Baron with the blood on her hands, the loot in tow and her burners set to top speed—but she deserves it. Don't believe me. Ask [[Marcus Ren]].


He wasn't there that day, but he'd heard tell and couldn't believe. So he made the run himself. Four goes. No dice. One resurrection. Four [[Sparrow|Sparrows]] busted to rubble.
He wasn't there that day, but he'd heard tell and couldn't believe. So he made the run himself. Four goes. No dice. One resurrection. Four [[Sparrow]]s busted to rubble.


Marcus Ren, the [[Sparrow Racing League]] champion and hero to speed junkies and race hounds [[City]]-wide, couldn't sprint that Valley. "Too random," he said. "Too chaotic. Can't read the rock one minute to the next. Can't read the angles."
Marcus Ren, the [[Sparrow Racing League]] champion and hero to speed junkies and race hounds [[City]]-wide, couldn't sprint that Valley. "Too random," he said. "Too chaotic. Can't read the rock one minute to the next. Can't read the angles."
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If you had not heard of the Machinist before, know that others had. While her crimes may not live in infamy in the hearts of City-dwellers, the Reef and its Awoken know all too well her long reign of terror.
If you had not heard of the Machinist before, know that others had. While her crimes may not live in infamy in the hearts of City-dwellers, the Reef and its Awoken know all too well her long reign of terror.


Elykris, the Bandit, they call her. Elykris, the Scourge. The Scorned Machinist—tinker-lord of a Houseless crew.
[[Elykris, the Machinist|Elykris]], the Bandit, they call her. Elykris, the Scourge. The Scorned Machinist—tinker-lord of a Houseless crew.


But should those names be new to your ears, there are others you trust who have felt the pain of her vile campaign.
But should those names be new to your ears, there are others you trust who have felt the pain of her vile campaign.
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Ask your Arach of the Machinist's deeds. Ask him about the Siege of Arran—the hijacked ship, its stolen contents and its Guardian protectors lost or captured at the hands of the scorned.
Ask your Arach of the Machinist's deeds. Ask him about the Siege of Arran—the hijacked ship, its stolen contents and its Guardian protectors lost or captured at the hands of the scorned.


Speak to your Vanguard of the Solis Descent—more Guardians felled, and an armory stripped of its cache.
Speak to your [[Vanguard]] of the Solis Descent—more Guardians felled, and an armory stripped of its cache.


The lowly Dreg who challenged tradition only to be cast aside. The lowly Dreg who found her own strength in a troubling bond with forsaken kin. She grew strong as an outcast—grew mean. Then found her purpose with the guidance of a preacher of sorts and a new, more driven crew.
The lowly Dreg who challenged tradition only to be cast aside. The lowly Dreg who found her own strength in a troubling bond with forsaken kin. She grew strong as an outcast—grew mean. Then found her purpose with the guidance of a preacher of sorts and a new, more driven crew.
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—Excerpt from C.C. LaGrange's translations of "Writings and Observations from the Tangled Shore: A Fallen Text"
—Excerpt from C.C. LaGrange's translations of "Writings and Observations from the Tangled Shore: A Fallen Text"


Fikrul was an Archon.
[[Fikrul, the Fanatic|Fikrul]] was an Archon.


Then Fikrul took a fall—beaten, docked, and banished for heresies against Eliksni faith.
Then Fikrul took a fall—beaten, docked, and banished for heresies against Eliksni faith.
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Before his banishment—before his clarity of purpose—Fikrul was a celebrated leader of Fallen faith and a savior to those who embraced his teaching.
Before his banishment—before his clarity of purpose—Fikrul was a celebrated leader of Fallen faith and a savior to those who embraced his teaching.


Archons had long been elevated in Fallen society, but their stature grew, and their role shifted following the Whirlwind. As desperation took hold and the last of the Fallen raced across the stars in search of salvation, their dependence on machines evolved into a deep-rooted need—their weapons to fight, their ships to fly, their Servitors to survive.
Archons had long been elevated in Fallen society, but their stature grew, and their role shifted following the [[Whirlwind]]. As desperation took hold and the last of the Fallen raced across the stars in search of salvation, their dependence on machines evolved into a deep-rooted need—their weapons to fight, their ships to fly, their Servitors to survive.


That need became worship. That worship became faith. And the Archons—those who oversaw the care and consecration of the Servitors—were looked upon to provide hope through their words, teachings, and interpretations of the machines' wants, needs… desires.
That need became worship. That worship became faith. And the Archons—those who oversaw the care and consecration of the Servitors—were looked upon to provide hope through their words, teachings, and interpretations of the machines' wants, needs… desires.


But Fikrul saw another path—one that would later be mimicked and twisted by the techno-deviant Splicers in the Plaguelands of Earth while he and his explored their own darker interpretations of faith.
But Fikrul saw another path—one that would later be mimicked and twisted by the techno-deviant Splicers in the [[Plaguelands]] of [[Earth]] while he and his explored their own darker interpretations of faith.


Fikrul is a Fanatic.
Fikrul is a Fanatic.
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There are many tales of the time between Fikrul's fall and his rise again as spiritual leader of the Scorned Barons—his struggle to find strength as a battered Dreg, his journeys across the system to challenge his faith, his joining with the other outcasts who were scorned, and his eventual union with his "father." The only thing that matters, however, when confronting the dangers of Fikrul is this: He is a creature of faith.
There are many tales of the time between Fikrul's fall and his rise again as spiritual leader of the Scorned Barons—his struggle to find strength as a battered Dreg, his journeys across the system to challenge his faith, his joining with the other outcasts who were scorned, and his eventual union with his "father." The only thing that matters, however, when confronting the dangers of Fikrul is this: He is a creature of faith.


His faith is the antithesis of all who stand in the Light. That faith has raised an army. That army will baptize all who challenge its purpose in an unending sea of death. They will never stop. They will never give in. Because they know they are right.
His faith is the antithesis of all who stand in the [[Light]]. That faith has raised an army. That army will baptize all who challenge its purpose in an unending sea of death. They will never stop. They will never give in. Because they know they are right.


And everything you stand for is wrong.
And everything you stand for is wrong.
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The questions no one asks…
The questions no one asks…


Was the Bomber always mad? Or was he driven to it? Was the madness a gift—or a curse?
Was the [[Kaniks, the Mad Bomber|Bomber]] always mad? Or was he driven to it? Was the madness a gift—or a curse?


Did the struggle for survival outside the structure and ritual of the House system crack his mind? The things he'd seen? Done? The Shore asks much of those who call it home. Most simply find their end through the harsh will of these harsh lands or by the hand of the hardened agents who stalk its fractured expanse—bandits, cutthroats, cannibals, Awoken patrols, Guardian "heroes."
Did the struggle for survival outside the structure and ritual of the House system crack his mind? The things he'd seen? Done? The Shore asks much of those who call it home. Most simply find their end through the harsh will of these harsh lands or by the hand of the hardened agents who stalk its fractured expanse—bandits, cutthroats, cannibals, Awoken patrols, Guardian "heroes."
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These points—an examination on the birth of madness—I raise to address a lingering concern.
These points—an examination on the birth of madness—I raise to address a lingering concern.


Seek the Awoken libraries. Speak to Cryptarchs with knowledge of the Reef… the Shore. Scour the records of the Bomber's deeds. Feel the pain of those who suffered the fire of his devastation. Remember the Fields. Weep at the unimaginable loss when the Libraries fell.
Seek the Awoken libraries. Speak to [[Cryptarch]]s with knowledge of the Reef… the Shore. Scour the records of the Bomber's deeds. Feel the pain of those who suffered the fire of his devastation. Remember the Fields. Weep at the unimaginable loss when the Libraries fell.


Allow yourself the comfort of knowing the sinister creature is now dead and gone by Guardian hand. But linger on victory's pride for only a short while, because the truth I seek to tell has yet to be revealed, and it is this…
Allow yourself the comfort of knowing the sinister creature is now dead and gone by Guardian hand. But linger on victory's pride for only a short while, because the truth I seek to tell has yet to be revealed, and it is this…
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