Faye Navine lists all cortex entries on Cypher Faye Navine, a friend of the Freelancer.
Collection Details
A total of 16 cortex entries make reference to Faye Navine.
The following Cortex Entries tell about Faye, her work, achievements, interests, mails and more!
CRAFTING THE SHIELD
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Defeated, the Freelancer returned to Haluk and Faye. But Faye had not lost hope. She believed that the Javelin of Dawn required the General's own signet to truly work. The Dominion would not make it to the Cenotaph as easily as they believed. Meanwhile, Faye hoped to construct a version of the Dawn Shield on their own, using what she had learned in the fortress and Haluk's ingenuity. But this would require the Freelancer to search far and wide for resources, risking life and limb.
EARLY WARNINGS
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For two years, the nightmare of that day in the Heart of Rage (Cataclysm) lingered. The Freelancer parted ways with Haluk and Faye, who were unable to reconcile the tragedy. The two were haunted by the disaster and were driven by their need to solve the mystery of the Anthem. But the Freelancer chose a different path. They looked for a fresh start in Bastion. Work was scarce, though the Freelancer happily accepted any available job along with a new cypher, Owen Corley. Together, they thwarted disaster when a Shaper relic spiraled out of control and threatened to spawn a new breed of monstrosity to wreak havoc on the land.
FINDING OLD FRIENDS
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The tides of history so often turn on the shifting fortunes and allegiances of the people who love each other, hate each other, or something in between. It was almost poetic then, that in the bid to stop the Dominion, the Freelancer found themselves in the court of Princess Zhim while seeking the help of their old companions, Haluk and Faye. Two years hadn't healed the rift between them, but the present danger forced an uneasy reunion. The former commander and his cypher hadn't been sitting idle all this time—they were tirelessly seeking answers to the Heart of Rage, which could prove invaluable in stopping the Dominion.
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You think the Sentinels here are closed off, boring, and insular? You should meet the ones in Antium. if Brin's sharing the Sentinels' hardest missions with a Freelancer, she probably trusts their chances of coming back are high. It's a compliment, from a certain angle.
— Faye on Sentinel contracts
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Dawnguard Transcript: Season Two, Episode Three.
Last time, we left Walker and her team trapped in the depths of the crumbling Arcanist laboratory.
Alhazen: There's too many Anzu to fight, Walker. We'll never make it out.
Walker: We don't get to die today, Alhazen. If we don't find that relic and silence it, Antium will fall. Easley, you and Hawking search the ruin for the relic. Alhazen, you and I will hold this doorway against the Anzu.
Hawking: We won't leave you behind to die. "Strong Alone, Stronger Together." We all go, or we all stay here.
Easley: We won't fail. Save us a couple Anzu, Walker.
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Easley: This place makes my skin crawl, Hawking. Are we getting close?
Hawking: Something is resonating in the depths of this ruin.
Easley: Tell me that "something" is the relic.
Hawking: Easley. I think it's not just the relic. Brace yourself.
Alhazen: The barricades aren't holding. They're—Walker!
Walker: We haven't lost yet, Alhazen. We just need to buy the others time.
Alhazen: You're hurt! You have to fall back.
Walker: No. I can still fight.
Alhazen: I'm getting you out of here.
Walker: Something… is coming.
Sound of an avalanche.
What Cataclysm was unleashed in the depths of the Arcanist ruin? And who will live to warn Antium of what's coming? Next time, on Dawnguard.
Fort Tarsis (2)
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Haluk (3)
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Faye, I swear I didn’t leave the toilet seat up. Honest. The strider’ll hit a bump and the seat just kinda pops open. Wasn’t me.
— Freelancer Haluk
INTO THE HEART OF RAGE
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The tale of the Freelancer began in disaster. An endeavor launched to tame the Heart of Rage with the courage of so many souls quickly turned to a nightmare of ash, flames, and death. Haluk led the charge, with the Freelancer following behind. Cypher Faye guided them all with a watchful eye. But victory was denied. The staggering power of the Anthem of Creation was unleashed in the form of a titan, dooming the warriors to certain death. Haluk remained defiant to the end. The Freelancer was forced to drag their leader away, a broken man unwilling to accept defeat and devastated over the loss of his warriors.
Lost Scrapbook (16)
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ANTIUM NEWS, CURRENT EDITION.
Lady Cardea Dell and other Bastion citizens, long thought lost, were recently found by a team of brave Freelancers who released them from an anomaly in the Emerald Abyss. The Royal Family, along with all of us, owe a great debt of gratitude to the Freelancers and their Fort Tarsis cypher. Strong Alone, Stronger Together, indeed!
Marriage Announcement: Bex Marxel and Teenen Prosh were joined in a quiet ceremony in the Fort Tarsis courtyard yesterday. Freelancer Yarrow spoke and many were moved to tears. The couple now travel to Fortuo where they will no doubt experience new adventures. Good luck to them.
Mail: Honest letter. I am a teeny bit tipsy. Buckle up for feelings.
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I never drink, and maybe this is a bad idea, but I think I should send you a letter while I'm feeling... honest. I'm a little cranky about your old team coming back into the picture. Especially Faye. Sure, I'm feeling a bit replaced, but I'm trying hard to understand.
Look, that was a big deal when you went into the Heart of Rage. I wasn't there, but you shared how intense that was. I told you my feelings about my father dropping me off at the Satomi. I haven't told many about that. I feel like we have a good... sharing thing, which is good. And... I've tried to talk to Haluk and Faye about that mission, but they shut me down.
Bah, I'm taking it too personally. Too many feelings, probably? I tend to do that. Even when I was little, my mother used to say, "Owen, go to your room to cry. Come back when you're happy."
I'll be fine! Looking forward to playing my part.
We're going to do awesome.
I'm feeling better now just writing it all down.
In fact, I may not even send this.
Owen
Mail: Letter from Haluk
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Hello Friend.
Surprise. I'm not much for letter writing but I thought you might want to hear about the new cause, er, adventure that I'm working on. And before you start thinking it, I'm not looking for any cash.
I'm just sick and tired of outlaws preying on young pilots and filling their heads with dreams of wealth and easy living. It's all lies. So I'm putting together a crack team of Freelancers—so far it's me and Freelancer Jani and a couple of other folks—called... something. Faye says we need a catchy name if we're going to attract more pilots to the cause.
Damn it, I think these kids are brainwashed, and those outlaw bastards shouldn't be able to get away with it. They recruit these kids who've got stars in their eyes and hope for a better life, then they treat 'em like disposable garbage. It's evil. I just can't let it stand.
Faye says that with the new Songbird amplifier, we can reach some of the more remote camps for the first time.
I'm not asking for you to come along, not because I don't want your help, but because I need to start training a new generation of Freelancers.
Thanks for opening my eyes, it's nice to feel like life has a purpose again.
Mail: Message from Dax
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Dax asked me to invite you to her apartment for dinner. Even though, apparently, I'm not invited. I know you will say that Dax is a little rough around the edges, but I think the words you're looking for are "distracted" and "rude."
Enjoy your dinner.
Mail: Secret Icetide Plans
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We can't discuss this where we can be overheard, but would you be interested in getting a joint Icetide gift for Haluk? He's extremely difficult to buy anything for, and I'm struggling to think of something...
Items I have already considered and rejected as possible presents:
Strider seat covers.
Icetide sweaters.
"Best of Crimson Lancer" compilation (I just... can't. I can't do it.).
fruit basket.
Wrench of the Month Club subscription.
Socks (apparently, I have bought these for him for the past five years straight.).
Please help.
— Faye
Mail: This isn’t a Cry for Help
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I need help, and I haven't been able to pry Matti and Erryl away from Faye's collection of Dawnguard tapes long enough to get a coherent word out of either one.
So you're it.
Lucky you.
Hypothetically, someone—let's call him "Shmatthias"—had too much to drink one night and decided to write Aruna's name in bioluminescent bryophyta across half the buildings in Fort Tarsis in such a way that it could only be read from her apartment window.
To accomplish this task, drunk idiot Shmatthias may or may not have broken into the labs of several other Arcanists in the Fort to obtain said glowy moss, and then, when that didn't turn out to be enough to finish the last letter, also snuck into Sentinel Brin's office and stole all of hers.
If something this foolish had happened, hypothetically, could you hypothetically smooth things over with Brin before she conducts a hypothetical investigation?
Admitting to nothing,
Sumner
The Haven (4)
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The more I dig, the more I'm certain that the General's javelin is the key. At the Satomi in Fortuo, I found a moldy version of The Volume of Tarsis with scribbled notes in the margins—something about a "shield that kept her steady and repelled Fulminous' great breath." Exciting. If we find her javelin, I may figure out what that means.
—Faye Navine. Field notes.