Memory of Iben Fahd

For information on the original Fahd, see Iben Fahd.

"You have performed well to carry our legacy this far. Do not be alarmed. Only you can hear my voice. Follow its sound. I was called Iben Fahd. I give you a gift that will advantage you in your war with the fiends."

- The Memory of Iben Fahd^(src)

Iben Fahd
Gender	Male
Race	Memory
Affiliation	Horadrim
Relatives	Iben Fahd (progenitor)
Status	Active
Appearances	Diablo Immortal Book of Lorath (mentioned only)

The Memory of Iben Fahd is an NPC in Diablo Immortal.

Biography

"I am but a memory preserved. Once, I helped found the Horadrim at the demands of the Archangel Tyrael. We slew some of the greatest evils on Sanctuary...but we could not conquer death. The Order, too, has gone. You hold a...remedy, of a kind. The vessel you carry is meant to pass our greatest traits to future Horadrim. Only those worthy to take up the fight will discover one. I bring you to hear the teachings of the Order in our own words, that you may use the vessels well. Should you survive, it will be your charge to recover the others...and make our power your own."

- The Memory of Iben Fahd^(src)

Iben Fahd and his fellow Horadrim imbued their essence in a crystal during the Dark Exile, storing their memories for future Horadrim.

In 1270, Fahd contacted a hero, guiding them to a fountain in Westmarch. Solving Fahd's riddle, the memory presented itself to the hero, and subsequently guided them to the sanctum of his progenitor. He instructed them how to complete the trials that awaited them, and how to gather more power from vessels that contained other Horadric memories.

In-game

The memory in-game

The Memory of Iben Fahd initiates the "Legacy of the Horadrim" quest in Diablo Immortal, and appears as an NPC once the player solves the fountain puzzle in Westmarch. He is one of a number of Horadric memories that plays a role in the Legacy of the Horadrim system.

His in-game description later shifts to simply "Iben Fahd." He becomes an NPC in Iben Fahd's Sanctum once players have installed Iben Fahd's Tenacity.

Tale

I had long since accepted Morrick's invitation to the pit fights he hosted. He was my superior within the Ammuit clan, and the fights in his complex in Gea Kul were simple, violent expurgations--thrilling, in their reality, to those of us whose spellwork crossed the boundary between illusion and truth.

That night, as the last fighting-bell resounded and the combatants rested from their wounds, I found my eye drawn to commingled blood and sweat in the pit, and watched a puddle sink through the concavity in the ground, remarked by the other guests. Where it dripped below, I saw white teeth gleam in a glistening red snout. The blood vanished with a puff of sand and an awful guzzling noise.

Level 10

For minutes, I barely moved. What I had seen, I was sure, was blood sacrifice--a red beast, crouching in illusion below the earth, drinking the life of Morrick's thralls. I retreated, and did not return until I had the Ammuit council at my back. But Morrick, raking both hands through his elaborate braids, parried my every accusation. His fighters were volunteers, he swore. No red demon feasted upon them. What sacrifice could there be?

I searched the pit and pulled up piles of earth; I cut my palm open and let the blood drip uselessly upon the sand. The red beast remained hidden, and Morrick was outraged. The council deemed me a menace, and I was stripped of my titles among the Ammuit, and the many artifacts I had won in my journeys. I could have lashed out at Morrick, but I had no hope to defeat him directly, and I could not even unearth his illusion. He was the greater.

Level 20

At that time, old conflicts among the mage clans were as badges of honor. I pledged myself to clan Ennead in their black-leaved grotto; so great was their desire to insult my order that they accepted. And I found their perspective inspiring. Unlike we Ammuit, who strove to create fully-formed and perfect illusions all at once, the Ennead artificers imbued their creations one piece at a time. Thus I underwent their ritual transfusions, despite my unease at letting old rivals open my veins.

Quotes

• "The Ammuit clan strives to create perfect wholes of our illusions. The transmutationists of the Ennead worry over each little piece."
• "If you must go forth in disguise, disguise yourself as less than you are."
• "The dweller in solitude seeks harmony, balance, and introspection. Packs and kingdoms seek naught but blood."
• "You can never truly vanquish a rival until you befriend their victims."
• "Only an illusionist should dare trust their eyes and ears."
• "Keep a close watch on your allies--particuarly the strong and wise. They rot quicker than any fruit in the desert."
• "Measure the worth of your accomplishments by their challenge alone. The quarry, the terrain, your hunger--these are immaterial."
• "Use your dissatisfaction. When the Ammuit stripped me of my titles, I did not complain. I simply defected."
• "Most rememberance fades in time. The memory of a hunt sharpens with age."
• "Do not rage when you are beaten by one stronger than you. Be glad they have been foolish enough to let you live."
• "Violence thrills those who live beyond the borders of reality. Remember this, should you grow to enjoy your work."