In my long existence, I have gone by a great deal many names. Here in the Relays, most call me the Chronicler.
In the twilight of my life, my responsibilities lie mostly in maintaining the archives of the Tenno and, in extreme circumstances, of the Syndicates.
Before my inevitable passing, I had hoped to pass onto you a unique knowledge, the stories of the original Warframes and of how their owners met their doom.
As the Chronicler of the Relays, one of my duties has been to maintain the original Warframes in order for them to serve as 'master templates' of sorts for all the Tenno. In all this time however, no one has ever wanted to know just who the Tenno who first possessed these Warframes were and how their lives ended.
I'll let you in on a secret.
Your Warframe records everything. Not just your vitals, mental state and probability of survival but also everything that you see and do. It's hardwired into every frame, so that Chroniclers like myself can go through all that you've seen before your untimely end and compile your…Well, chronicle.
Allow me to caution you. Not every death you will read of here has been honourable or painless. Tenno may live by a code of honour but any creature that would see a Tenno dead would have abandoned their own honour long ago. You've no doubt heard tales and folklore about the Tenno who died peacefully on the field of battle, bleeding out in the arms of their friends…
This life, this world, the Origin System…It's no tale. Black and white are alien concepts in this reality and every story is a beam of light passing through a prism…You have been warned. If it's knowledge, or even closure that you seek, you'll doubtless find it here. But if you come here with a closed mind and open eyes then you're only seeking lies.
We shall start with Ember, and learn about how her flame came to fade.
