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Lore ChallengesEdit

Helician Hellraisers Complete 3 matches while on the same team as Galilea.
Another Million and We're Even Participate in killing Ambra 5 times.
Time Blurs in the Depths Heal 800 health with a single Wellspring, 50 times.
Song of the Emula Deal 3,000 damage with a single Emergence, 10 times.
The Lifeguards Have Given Up Affect 5 players with a single Riptide, 25 times.


Gear - Alani - Emulan Tincture

Note: completing all Lore Challenges is a part of "Master of Alani" challenge which rewards player with "Abyssal" skin and "Master of Alani" title.


Helican Hellraisers
(Excerpted recordings, captured from the intranet VOIP comms terminal installed in Alan's quarters aboard the Nova. Audio attached, transcript with timestamps below.)

[19958.105 // 17:04:54]

(Alani clears her throat.)

Begin recording, voicemail attempt #26.

Hey Galilea, it's Alani, just leaving this message in the hope that you have some time to... no, that's not right.

[19958.105 // 17:09:32]

Hey Galilea, it's Alani! Let's get together soon. I'm free all... the... time... ugh.

[19958.105 // 17:12:16]

Hey, Galilea! I THINK I've got SOME free time in my schedule for you... I could TRY to fit you in.

[19958.105 // 17:15:21]

Hey, Gal!

[19958.105 // 17:16:03]

Hey-a, 'Le-a!

[19958.105 // 17:16:49]


[19958.105 // 17:17:27]

Wassup, giiiirl?! — Nope, nope.

[19958.105 // 17:25:01]

Dearest Galilea — I hope this missive finds you in good health and kind spirit. Henceforth... ugghgh...

[19958.105 // 17:39:59]

Galilea, HELP! There's a monster in my tank! Come save me, and bring some snacks, so maybe we can watch a holodrama together afterwards?

[19958.105 // 17:54:11]

(Alani, speaking in an unconvincing deeper voice.)

This is Ghalt. I'm assigning you to guard Alani's quarters. I know you're super best friends and all, so I think it's best that you two hang out as much as possible.

Bring snacks.

[19958.105 // 18:06:02]

Hey, Galilea. It's Alani. I missing hanging out with you. Let's get together soon. Bye.

Save to drafts.

Another Million and We're Even

|| USER: Captain Trevor Ghalt
|| SUBJECT: Claudia Ambralia Divia
|| DATE: y.19958, d.14

GHALT: This session will cover—

AMBRA: Stated for record, both I and Verod Rath have been promised full amnesty and total non-liability for any actions taken while under the orders of the criminal usurper Lothar Rendain.

GHALT: You don't have to open every interview with that.

AMBRA: Just good housekeeping.

GHALT: Last time, you mentioned an incident that earned you some flak from Rendain.

AMBRA: Ah. Yes. I was the ranking priestess aboard the ship Meistar, returning from the oversight of a shard harvest in the Kalokk system. We received orders directly from Rendain to reroute and assist a reservoir fleet orbiting a world we knew then only as 627.88.

GHALT: It got a new name since?

AMBRA: It already had one — Akopos. It was a freshwater ocean world, an astounding rarity even when the universe was larger. It was an ideal source for the fleet, a "no brainer" as you lowborn seem to luxuriate in saying. Unfortunately, the fleet commander made a jarring discovery as he began the siphon — 627.88 was less uninhabited than previously thought.

GHALT: Why did they need your help?

AMBRA: Some of the planet's native population took issue with the confiscation of their oceans and attacked the gravity siphons. They showed unusual control over the water — summoned rogue waves and whirlpools up from calm seas. The fleet wasn't equipped to pacify a non-compliant world. So my Sisters and I were instructed to neutralize any resistance, without dragging us into a long invasion campaign.

GHALT: You found a diplomatic solution.

AMBRA: We boiled them. And sterilized our drinking water in one motion.


|| USER: Captain Trevor Ghalt
|| SUBJECT: Claudia Ambralia Divia
|| DATE: y.19958, d.15

AMBRA: Stated for record—

GHALT: They know.

AMBRA: You're uncomfortable.

GHALT: Last time you admitted to wiping out an entire planet's population. Yeah, I'm uncomfortable.

AMBRA: It was Rendain who gave the order! My refusal to act on it would have meant nothing. Their vaporized blood is on his hands. Or fogging up his windows, perhaps. Anyway, they aren't all gone. There was one...

GHALT: You encountered a survivor?

AMBRA: After. Right after. She must have sneaked aboard the Meistar while we were near the surface, preparing for the ritual. Whatever her goal was at the time, she accidentally found herself in the safest place she could be. With the finest seats in the house, too.

GHALT: She saw her whole culture destroyed — at your hands.

AMBRA: It was—

GHALT: Rendain. Sure.

AMBRA: But we paid for his crime. This girl... I have never seen grief tempered by such a fearsome will. She nearly tore the ship apart as she came for us, drowned my Sister one after another. She surged over them like the ocean itself.

GHALT: You're here to talk about it.

AMBRA: I was on the bridge, watching this storm of a girl dismantle my entire retinue. Even though I knew I could defeat her. I was transfixed by the sight. By the time she reached me, I had made my decision: I offered her the ship, in exchange for my escape. Whatever her reasoning may have been, she accepted.

GHALT: And Rendain held you accountable for the loss of the ship.

AMBRA: The ship didn't matter to him, nor did the Sisters who died on it. He was revolted that I had surrendered. But he didn't see ser. She was a hellraiser, the like of which I had not seen since... long before.

GHALT: It almost sounds like you respect her.

AMBRA: I do. I even gave her a ribbon off my cloak.


Time Blurs in the Depths
(Personal log recorded by Alani from her quarters on the Nova regarding the struggle to save Solus and the philosophy of light and dark. Audio attached, transcript below)

It’s not that I miss Akopos, exactly... The texts state clearly that its sea lives on in the members of my order, so... I guess it’s just me. I am that sea.

But the spaces are gone. There was a cove, at the edge of the Undersky, where I used to go when I... when I didn’t have room for anyone else. I would go there for quiet, and for stillness... and sometimes I would let my light dwindle to nearly nothing. Our star was far away, and we relied on the Syl – the glow from our skin – to light our way in the darkness.

My teachers said that light and dark were not enemies, but friends. All friendships need balance to work. Total darkness would be as cruel as blinding light. But it didn’t feel that way to me. Darkness was the same as quiet, and I liked quiet.

So, I would let my Syl ebb, to the point where I couldn’t even see the rock a few feet away. But there was a point where it would go no further. A glimmer always remained. Extinguishing it entirely went against the current of the body... against all instinct.

Now I have joined the fight to save Solus, the last glimmer in the silence, and I see that instinct in all of us.

Song of Emula
(Excerpt from text, “3rd Hne of Emula, Discrete”, recovered from a Codex seedpod regrown in the new archive on Ekkunar)

The Bluemother is the song of the Emula, the light of our minds. She is the darkness low in the water. She is the haze of mist which rises from the waves under the warm sky. She is the gentle wave that soothes our slumber. She is the mighty torrent which crumbles the rock.

She is the connection within us, and from us to that which is beyond.

The Bluemother is [translation error – best match: “custodian”] of our Way between the Mantle and the Firmament. She knows the currents, the climes, the tides. She is the Pelagic Gestalt.

She is not Here.

She is not Now.

She is ever-changing. She is Change.

She is the Path Between, and the Way to Come.

She is the Path that Was, and the Flowing Way of [translation error – best match: “a dried riverbed which one day might flower with water again”].

Stone moves. But stone does not reshape itself. Inflexible and intractable. Stone must change to flow, and in doing so, loses its sense of self.

Air moves without patience; erratic and eccentric, dissipating even as it flows and fills. Air holds no identity outside of the emptiness it fills.

Water is perfection. The Bluemother is perfection. Water flows and bends, without needing to change. Water fills, but joins and connects, retaining its One-ness.

Water can change, growing hard to become strong, or soft to take flight. Water joins and separates, soothes and suffocates.

The Bluemother is in the water. The Bluemother is the water.

Continuous, incomprehensible.

Unchanging change.

The ebb and flow of One-ness.

To be like water.

To be Emula.

To be with the Bluemother.

The Lifeguards Have Given Up


What’s the status on the new girl, Alani? Whenever I ask where she is, people just shrug. But, like, the same shrug every time. There’s no incoming or outgoing messages on her account, but her “Drafts” folder is nearly full. Where is she?


Why are you asking me? I don’t run a daycare, Trevor. I’m busy managing the fight for the very future of our reality. Remember that?


Oh man. Oh MAN. That is a horrible image. You. In charge of children. I need a minute.


Okay, but really, this is – nope, still dealing with that. Hold on.


Just find out where she is.


Internal sensor scans – which are definitely not powerful enough to reveal that you’re writing these messages in a bathrobe – show her in the 80,000 liter isolation tank on the lower aft deck. What in the Great Event Horizon is she doing in there?


She probably feels more at home in water. She’s got the gills and everything. Maybe it’s like when we found Miko spooning that cabbage in the pantry.



I took some samples from the tank while Alani was on-mission, and this is going to blow your untrained mind out through your sinus cavity: the water is no longer simply hydrogen and oxygen, but a colloidal suspension of virus-grade nanorobotics!

I cannot identify the nanotech’s manufacturer or original source, but I have confirmed that it is inorganic, and the only explanation for its presence that I haven’t ruled out is that it is coming from Alani herself. There also appears to be a positive correlation between the self-reproductive activity in the nanotech and the bioluminescence observed from her ritualistic dermal abrasions. Tattoos, I think I’ve heard youth call them.

Gunnar Kleese

Is it a security risk?


It shouldn’t be. While it bears the framework of a pathogen, the replication process seems to halt well below the saturation level required for rampant transmissions, and remains dormant when not in her immediate presence. I theorize that this nanovirus was once unleashed on her homeworld, Akopos; by whom, or to what ends, is beyond my considerable wisdom. Somewhere in their history, its control vector must have been hijacked by the survivors and, over time, integrated into their society. It certainly explains the girl’s power to wield water as both weapon and panacea.

Gunnar Kleese

Careful, Kleese. You almost sound like a scientist.