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[[File:Joseph-biwald-d2-ce-01.jpg|thumb|300px|The cover art of the Cabal Booklet]] | [[File:Joseph-biwald-d2-ce-01.jpg|right|thumb|300px|The cover art of the Cabal Booklet]] | ||
The '''Cabal Booklet''' is an untitled lore book included in the ''[[Destiny_2#Limited_Editions|Destiny 2]]'' Collector's Edition, written by {{Plain|[https://twitter.com/sethjdickinson/status/904118835237793792 Seth Dickinson]}}. It consists of a formal invitation written by [[Emperor Calus|Calus]], the former [[Cabal Emperor]], to an unidentified prospective champion to assassinate the Cabal leaders who overthrew him in a [[Ghaul's coup|coup]]. The invitation reveals significant details about the history, government, and culture of the [[Cabal]].<ref>[http://imgur.com/a/afsXN '''Imgur''' - ''Cabal Booklet'']</ref> | The '''Cabal Booklet''' is an untitled lore book included in the ''[[Destiny_2#Limited_Editions|Destiny 2]]'' Collector's Edition, written by {{Plain|[https://twitter.com/sethjdickinson/status/904118835237793792 Seth Dickinson]}}. It consists of a formal invitation written by [[Emperor Calus|Calus]], the former [[Cabal Emperor]], to an unidentified prospective champion to assassinate the Cabal leaders who overthrew him in a [[Ghaul's coup|coup]]. The invitation reveals significant details about the history, government, and culture of the [[Cabal]].<ref>[http://imgur.com/a/afsXN '''Imgur''' - ''Cabal Booklet'']</ref>{{Citation needed}} | ||
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Poor sweet Iska, who sold me teas! In the first days of my great purge against the Praetorate, we moved the capital to Torobatl to be near the people. Every day I would go out to parade myself in public view, buying in the markets and gifting to the poor, so that all would know I was unintimidated and still of vigorous appetite. At the end of my route, I would stop by Iska's cart to sniff at his baskets of tea. He'd listen to my troubles: who I'd offended among the housekeepers, where my growth ached, and how my allergies reacted to the dry plains air. In all things an emperor must be excessive! With Iska I was excessive in my trust (and my prices: how well I paid him for the petals I used in the nectar!) | Poor sweet Iska, who sold me teas! In the first days of my great purge against the Praetorate, we moved the capital to Torobatl to be near the people. Every day I would go out to parade myself in public view, buying in the markets and gifting to the poor, so that all would know I was unintimidated and still of vigorous appetite. At the end of my route, I would stop by Iska's cart to sniff at his baskets of tea. He'd listen to my troubles: who I'd offended among the housekeepers, where my growth ached, and how my allergies reacted to the dry plains air. In all things an emperor must be excessive! With Iska I was excessive in my trust (and my prices: how well I paid him for the petals I used in the nectar!) | ||
Iska was a poor businessman, and simple. But he never shared a word I said. I am told he still sets up his tea-cart on the same corner. I am told that Iska'al from Fantor sells his tea to a clique of the [[Dominus]]'s general staff, soldiers who tease him with the nickname ''Imperial Informant'', as if he sends word to me in exile. His teas have found popularity at official wallowings. He has swelled up with growth, which happens, usually, when someone feels they're smaller than their status deserves. He goes on as if he has forgotten our friendship. As if nothing has changed. | Iska was a poor businessman, and simple. But he never shared a word I said. I am told he still sets up his tea-cart on the same corner. I am told that Iska'al from [[Fantor]] sells his tea to a clique of the [[Dominus]]'s general staff, soldiers who tease him with the nickname ''Imperial Informant'', as if he sends word to me in exile. His teas have found popularity at official wallowings. He has swelled up with growth, which happens, usually, when someone feels they're smaller than their status deserves. He goes on as if he has forgotten our friendship. As if nothing has changed. | ||
Poor Iska must die. | Poor Iska must die. | ||
