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'''The Dreaming City''' is a [[Lore]] book in ''[[Forsaken]]'' which details the history of the [[Dreaming City]]. Entries are unlocked by completing activities in the City. It is a tale about the creation of the [[Dreaming City]] and the [[Awoken]] that reside around it.

[[Eris Morn]] returned to the [[Vestian Outpost]]. Because she spoke well, it was agreed that aid would be traded for intelligence and a long-term alliance. In this way, the Awoken were the first to know of the [[Oryx, the Taken King|Great Navigator]]: his philosophies, his strategies, his weaknesses. And as the coven contemplated the possibilities laid wide before this god-king's far-flung sword, it was decreed that they would build a throne world beneath an energy well as blind as the ferryman Charon.

The [[Vandal]] stoops as he exits the [[Ceres Galliot|Galliot]]. All of his arms are bound behind his back, so he cannot shield his eyes from the bright sun. A breeze stirs his cloak. There is a cliff behind him and lush gardens ahead. His jailer would not grant him the honor of a quick death, so she must intend to torture him. She thinks he will yield like the flesh-lovers from [[House of Judgment|House Judgment]]. She is wrong. Whatever indignities she can muster are nothing compared to what he deserves.

With his chin held high, he imagines shucking off his armor and laying all four of his arms in his [[Captain]]'s hands. His Captain is his [[Inaaks|mother]], and she will not dock him with a scythe. She will twist and tear his arms from his body like she is shucking a fine, fat crab for dinner, and he will be glad of the slow, sick cracks and crunches of his bones. He will be glad of the shame. Let him go limbless for the rest of his wasted life. Let the [[Ether]]-thirst shrivel him up like a yaviirsi fig.

Her [[Wish-Ender|bow]] is unstrung. There is only one arrow in her quiver.

She takes a step back, brushing off her hands against the seat of her trousers. He glowers, the surliest psakiks sack this side of the [[The Traveler|Great Machine]], hating her horrible, squared-off teeth and her blunt, stubby fingers. "Let's try this again, shall we?"

Slowly, without breaking eye contact, she lays her other knife on the ground between them. The blade points toward her boots. He watches her every movement. How many secrets have the flesh-lovers betrayed, that this creature can make peace like a cringing [[Dreg|drekh]] before his [[Kell|kel]]?

She taps two fingers against her cuirass. "[[Sjur Eido|Sjur]]," she says slowly, then she points at him.

Honor-bound even as he simmers in scandal, he replies, "[[Mithrax, Kell of Light|Misraaks]]. Velask, Si-yu-riks."

Pride flutters in [[Petra Venj|Petra]]'s throat like a trapped bird. She doesn't know whether she will fly away or drop dead. As the elevator descends, she looks left at Illyn and then right at [[Uldren Sov|Uldren]]. She shuffles in her gleaming formal armor. From exile as [[Tower]] emissary to THIS is incredible. Unbelievable. She does not deserve it. "This is real," she whispers, unable to stop herself. Uldren smiles, but Illyn makes a warding gesture: Be silent!

Mara sits cross-legged in the canopy shade of Riven's wing. She wets the pad of her thumb with the tip of her tongue, then uses the moisture to hold a bundle of fresh-picked [[asphodelia]] in place. She ties off the stems with a length of silk-spun gold thread, then begins the mindless busywork of braiding in all the expected accoutrements: a serrated fang, a shotgun shell, a cloudy amethyst crystal…

[[The Nine|WE]] ARE LOST!

W E M U S T B E F O R E H E [[Taken|T A K E S]] T H E M A L L

==Savin-Who-Was-Chao-Mu==

"Your Majesty," Savin-who-was-Chao-Mu said, "my [[Ghost]] told me that I am a Guardian of the Traveler, reborn in its [[Light]]. I was not a day old when your brother waylaid me."

And he caused to appear from his body a machine like a sphere cradled in a broken cube, which bobbed impertinently and blinked at the Queen. "You'll make an enemy of the [[Last City|City]] and every Guardian in it if you keep us against our will," the machine warned them. "But we would gladly be your allies, if you desire it. The City has no idea of your existence, except faint myths among the Awoken on Earth."

Savin the Guardian showed a tremendous fondness for doing things; he had a pathologically task-oriented nature, which made him very useful to the Reef. Yet there was always the sense that his Ghost was watching, observing, reporting. And Savin was most of all greedy—not in the grasping manner of the petty, but in an enormous, all-consuming way, for he desired materials and experiences that would temper him into a better Guardian, and he was always experimenting with his strange powers in foolish ways that left him briefly dead, seeking "a new Super ability" or "some way to make my grenades faster." He grew tired of performing trivial tasks about the Reef, complaining that the dangerous repairs he made were endless and boring, and that he wanted to move on to new worlds. He leapt into space, repeatedly and without reason, as if his death were no more traumatic than a hop off a curb. Obsessed with reward and efficiency, he would rather do one profitable thing a thousand times than waste his efforts on a less beneficial novelty.