The Memory of Cathan is an NPC in Diablo Immortal.
Biography[]
Cathan and her fellow Horadrim imbued their essence in a crystal during the Dark Exile, storing their memories for future Horadrim.
In 1270, the Shard-seeker awoke Cathan's memory, under direction by the Memory of Iben Fahd.[1]
In-game[]
The memory as it appears in-game
The Memory of Cathan appears as part of the Legacy of the Horadrim system.
Her in-game description is simply "Cathan," but has been called "Memory of" here to distinguish her from her progenitor.
Tale[]
Before false pilgrims insisted on ornate prayer chambers and "donations," the annals of Zakara were read freely in the city of Tuvant. Even as a girl, I could see the city's changes were not always just, so I made a vow to live simply, without wealth. I left to become a farmhand, and my neighbors worked beside me for decades, until they found gold.
- Level 10
They discovered a rich vein in the cave behind my field. I remember their excitement... then their confusion when I refused to have the gold mined, and asked my husband to board the cave shut. I knew what came of unexpected riches. My neighbors did not. After a few days, avaricious youths followed me, jeering me every time I passed through the common land.
The whole hamlet was aware that I held to a vow of humility. I told my neighbors that, as Akarat had said, "true richness is richness of spirit." They maligned my words. Some threatened to claim the gold by force. I began to doubt--was it my place to keep others humble? Could my spareness drive them to evil as surely as any wealth?
- Level 20
Traders from Tuvant came seeking to buy a claim; hearing that I would not bend, they spoke with my husband, Okor, and my daughter Joricia. When they had left, Joricia said I could not make her keep my oath. I would accept the traders' offers, she told me, or she would go to the cave and take her due. My husband, with whom I had been bound in love, not faith, nodded. I was heartbroken even before I refused.
- Level 30
My family left without saying goodbye, having shattered the boards blocking the cave and taken what little of the gold they could chip away. The next day, my neighbors arrived at my shanty at dawn, demanding to know why I had broken my promise. They called me craven, forked-tongue; they raised axes, threatened to burn my home, and insisted upon "their" gold.
Quotes[]
- "The other Horadrim and I have little in common, yet we seek the same mysteries and stand against the same fiends. That is enough."
- "If there is a spell that can drive envy from the human soul, it has not been discovered yet."
- "They who would preach must take the highest care with their words."
- "Fight for convictions shared with the multitudes. If you cannot agree on the face of your enemy, perhaps it is you."
- "Horadrim revere our potential, and pass our code through the ages. We are more like a church than some would have you believe."
- "The evil that snarls and bears its fangs is nothing to the evil that speaks to you from within."
- "Resist the allure of reclusiveness. The solitary are the first to be tempted by hatred."
- "Nothing is impossible if your soul desires it as much as you do."
- "Evil that cannot be purified should always be burned twice."
- "As a youth, the undead troubled me most. I set all my prayers and my magics against them. The living trouble me still."
- "Before its authority grew, Zakarum held virtue for generations. The faith may be broken, but the faithful are not."
- "It is not easy to make a magus of every person. But we must try, for their sake."
- "Surely the angels of the High Heavens see nothing of themselves in us. The demons...I am less certain."
- "Greed is our greatest weakness. However old we become, it remains vigorous."