Things Remembered

this world quest for What Bastion Remembered achievement

If like me you're running round like a headless chicken looking for these, there is a pathway down at 58.35, 60.12 and there are two there that I missed for ages!

Eridia, Hand of Purity

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  I met a most fascinating aspirant, recently. Her name is Lysonia and we bonded over a mutual affinity for music.
  She played the harp, I played the flute. We serenaded one another for hours before parting ways. We agreed that we would like to train together at the next available opportunity.
  When we met at the sparring arena, it was if I had entered into a dance. Our movements were so in sync. I nearly forgot that we were supposed to be training!
  After, we found a quiet spot to peer out toward Elysian Hold and we shared our dreams for the future. She hopes to join Devos in the Temple of Loyalty, while I look to Purity for my destiny.
  I feel as if I have known her for eons. Do you think... she will agree to be my Soulbind?

Kalisthene

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  I wish to recount what has become the most consequential day in our long history.
  It was a day like any other. Aspirants went about their journeys. Stewards tended to them. The Ascended came and went from Oribos in the usual way.
  I recall so clearly... the steady stream of souls from Oribos to our realm simply... stopped. One moment we were greeting the newest arrivals, the next moment there were none.
  At first we felt it merely a pause. After all, noble souls worthy of Bastion are not so common! But then a day passed. Then two. Then ten.
  Our decline is a slow one. Marked with cautious but baseless optimism. This has never happened before. But in the end... I must ask... Who are we without new aspirants to train?

Chyrus, Paragon of Humility

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  I find myself in need of reflection and my good friend Thenios bade me come here. Will you, dear parchment, relieve me of this burden I now carry?
  I lost an Aspirant today. I am not so vain as to think their fate was firmly within my control, but even so, the loss was sudden... and painful.
  She was nearing the end of her trials. My temple was the last that stood between her and Ascension, and yet it was not pride that caused her to falter.
  She spoke of an incalculable loss. Of a life she no longer recognized save in records and writings. The path, she said, erased who she was!
  I tried to remind her of all that she had gained, but in the end... I find myself asking if this was the only way. I have only questions, dear scroll, and no answers.

Kleia

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  I asked again, today, when I can attempt my final rite. Again, no answers. This place has taught me patience, certainly, but still I find it tested.
  I see the frustration of my fellow Aspirants. I feel it most acutely myself, but I must not show it. They look up to me! Pelagos looks up to me...
  When will this drought end? What caused it in the first place? Do the Ascended know, or are they just as lost as we are? How I wish I had answers.
  I must remember my training. Center myself. Find peace in the things I can control.
  Do it for Pelagos, Kleia... Do it for him.

Pelagos

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  I am told that writing things down grants one the ability to reflect and distance themselves from their problems. Let me see...
  Today, I again attempted the Rite of Purity. My Soulbind reassured me that I was ready. I felt strong, at first! But then I succumbed, as I always do.
  Why am I so terrible at this? It all makes perfect sense when Kleia explains it, but when it comes time to act, I seem to forget all that I have learned.
  Sometimes I worry I will never ascend. I will be sent back to Oribos, and the Arbiter will peer at my soul and--
  Wait. I am not alone in this. I have Kleia, after all! Like she says, I get a little better each time. Some day, I will overcome! Some day...

Forgelite Sophone

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  I was meditating on my life before and I recalled something most important. This recording shall serve as a reminder, in the eons to come.
  I was not a maker before I came to Bastion. In fact, beyond the art of war I had no skill of great value. I served my people, yes, but at what cost?
  As I neared the end of my life, I realized I would depart having only taken from my world. The only gift I gave was death.
  My soul woke in Bastion. I learned to work a forge. That drive I felt in life took a new form. I could create, instead of destroy.
  I see it now, this path that I have always walked. I will not forget it.

Uther

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  All around me, the Ascended speak of the Path. The trials by which each soul must find its peace, its eternity, after a lifetime of flawed mortality.
  I have tried to forget. I have tried to forgive. Yet... He lingers in every waking thought. Down every path.
  This anger is foreign to me. Unrecognizable. I must cleanse it. That is my path. My Paragon said it should be so, and it WILL be so.
  The Light has damned your soul, Arthas. May it rot in the Maw!
  Will his fate ever bring me peace? Will I ever be free of him? Perhaps... in time. Perhaps.

Mikanikos

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  As is tradition among the Forgelite Primes before me, I invented something new!
  We have many centurions, all with different purposes. Big strong ones. Fast ones that fly. Quick ones that you can ride, yes.
  I thought--what do centurions not do? They speak, but they are not smart. They do not know things. Why not?
  I am Forgelite Prime, so I made one. I took a Praetor and gave it a mind core. It repeats things too many times, but it answers questions! Very... very simple questions.
  Think of possibilities! All the knowledge we can store! I shall call it... a Mnemis. Yes. Genius!