Scathelocke
Scathelocke Lore: Our eyes squinted, our teeth clenched, our prayers answered. Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt eu. Nam vitae pulvinar dui, a auctor ex. Morbi in aliquet magna. Maecenas luctus dui ac tellus volutpat tempor. Quisque at vehicula lacus, in molestie tellus. Duis consequat odio sit amet posuere pulvinar. Quisque sapien ex, porttitor eget imperdiet eu, varius quis nibh. Praesent id rhoncus dui. Duis nunc ex, accumsan quis fringilla ut, scelerisque eu lectus. Sed tristique non elit sed porttitor. Etiam scelerisque elit mi, et bibendum metus egestas vitae. Proin a purus a ligula eleifend eleifend. Proin nec molestie odio. Proin tincidunt neque congue enim sodales eleifend a et velit. Sed mollis quis dolor ut semper. Phasellus nisi lacus, egestas sed lectus a, finibus lacinia massa. Nulla consectetur nibh quis varius porta. Donec ac dui id ex ultrices lobortis. Pellentesque lacinia erat vel massa ultricies, eget feugiat neque fermentum. Nam vestibulum metus ac est dignissim rutrum. Sed aliquet egestas turpis, ac molestie urna fringilla et. Vivamus ut mauris pretium ante aliquet dapibus. Morbi a pellentesque massa. In nibh leo, tincidunt gravida urna at, suscipit finibus turpis. Duis sed dictum dolor. Etiam tincidunt mauris nec turpis volutpat dictum. Maecenas a varius velit. Aliquam sit amet ex nec nunc viverra sollicitudin non ac nunc. Aliquam in turpis sed justo tempor eleifend at.
Praedyth’s Revenge (Timelost)
Praedyth’s Revenge (Timelost) Lore: Praedyth will never fall. Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt eu. Nam vitae pulvinar dui, a auctor ex. Morbi in aliquet magna. Maecenas luctus dui ac tellus volutpat tempor. Quisque at vehicula lacus, in molestie tellus. Duis consequat odio sit amet posuere pulvinar. Quisque sapien ex, porttitor eget imperdiet eu, varius quis nibh. Praesent id rhoncus dui. Duis nunc ex, accumsan quis fringilla ut, scelerisque eu lectus. Sed tristique non elit sed porttitor. Etiam scelerisque elit mi, et bibendum metus egestas vitae. Proin a purus a ligula eleifend eleifend. Proin nec molestie odio. Proin tincidunt neque congue enim sodales eleifend a et velit. Sed mollis quis dolor ut semper. Phasellus nisi lacus, egestas sed lectus a, finibus lacinia massa. Nulla consectetur nibh quis varius porta. Donec ac dui id ex ultrices lobortis. Pellentesque lacinia erat vel massa ultricies, eget feugiat neque fermentum. Nam vestibulum metus ac est dignissim rutrum. Sed aliquet egestas turpis, ac molestie urna fringilla et. Vivamus ut mauris pretium ante aliquet dapibus. Morbi a pellentesque massa. In nibh leo, tincidunt gravida urna at, suscipit finibus turpis. Duis sed dictum dolor. Etiam tincidunt mauris nec turpis volutpat dictum. Maecenas a varius velit. Aliquam sit amet ex nec nunc viverra sollicitudin non ac nunc. Aliquam in turpis sed justo tempor eleifend at.
Praedyth’s Revenge
Praedyth’s Revenge Lore: Praedyth’s fall isn’t over… because it hasn’t happened yet… and it will happen again. Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt eu. Nam vitae pulvinar dui, a auctor ex. Morbi in aliquet magna. Maecenas luctus dui ac tellus volutpat tempor. Quisque at vehicula lacus, in molestie tellus. Duis consequat odio sit amet posuere pulvinar. Quisque sapien ex, porttitor eget imperdiet eu, varius quis nibh. Praesent id rhoncus dui. Duis nunc ex, accumsan quis fringilla ut, scelerisque eu lectus. Sed tristique non elit sed porttitor. Etiam scelerisque elit mi, et bibendum metus egestas vitae. Proin a purus a ligula eleifend eleifend. Proin nec molestie odio. Proin tincidunt neque congue enim sodales eleifend a et velit. Sed mollis quis dolor ut semper. Phasellus nisi lacus, egestas sed lectus a, finibus lacinia massa. Nulla consectetur nibh quis varius porta. Donec ac dui id ex ultrices lobortis. Pellentesque lacinia erat vel massa ultricies, eget feugiat neque fermentum. Nam vestibulum metus ac est dignissim rutrum. Sed aliquet egestas turpis, ac molestie urna fringilla et. Vivamus ut mauris pretium ante aliquet dapibus. Morbi a pellentesque massa. In nibh leo, tincidunt gravida urna at, suscipit finibus turpis. Duis sed dictum dolor. Etiam tincidunt mauris nec turpis volutpat dictum. Maecenas a varius velit. Aliquam sit amet ex nec nunc viverra sollicitudin non ac nunc. Aliquam in turpis sed justo tempor eleifend at.
Farewell
Farewell Lore: “A peace born from violence is no peace at all.” —Lady Efrideet FLIGHT_RECORDER_LOG // VG777-T // L-221 HG01: —took heavy fire! Jax and Klaid are gone! Cabal dropped out of nowhere; they must have our transponder signals! VSYS: Vanguard ship, ID code is scrambled. Please reauthenticate. HG01: We need to make an emergency landing at Venus FOB! VSYS: Please reauthenticate. HG01: Five times! I tried reauth five times! Look, I have a damaged jumpship, and I’m escorting a frigate of civilians! Clear me for landing! VSYS: Clearance denied. Venus Forward Operating Base automated orbital defenses now online. HG01: No! Turn ’em off! VSYS: I cannot comply. HG01: Worthless piece of scrap! HG01: New plan! Captain Hennek, you still with us? CC03: Reading you loud and clear, Guardian! What’s the plan? Those Cabal cruisers are right behind us! HG01: I’m sending you new coordinates! We’ll make a few short jumps; try to lose them in the Re— FLIGHT_RECORDER_LOG // VG777-T // L-236 HG01: —still work. Ah, see! Green blinking light means power. UNK1: This ship will never fly again, Human. What value is there in a flight recorder? HG01: You never write a journal before? UNK1: I have. But I fail to see the value. HG01: Well my options here are to talk to you—and no offense, but you Reefborn are an acquired taste—or talk to that one, and I don’t speak Fallen. UNK2: [untranslated] HG01: You see what I mean? UNK1: So you would rather… talk to yourself. HG01: Now you got it. C’mon, help me disconnect the primary power coupli— FLIGHT_RECORDER_LOG // VG777-T // L-238 HG01: Been trying to figure out how to word this. Don’t know if I’ll ever make it back to Earth. The thought of not saying goodbye to you keeps eating away at me. HG01: I don’t know if you’re safe. Don’t know if you made it out of the City. HG01: Comms are down, Cabal control the channels. Been trying to get the Awoken to help, but after the whoopin’ Oryx gave them, they’re reluctant to get between us and the Cabal. HG01: I miss you so damn much. HG01: If we see each other again, none of this will matter. I’ll complain about Reef cuisine, you’ll criticize all my tactical choices, and I’ll fall asleep in your arms… None of this’ll matter. HG01: But in case it does, I just—I want you to know I love you. That, even out here beyond the light, I never forgot you. FLIGHT_RECORDER_LOG // VG777-T // L-239 HG01: We got the old Dead Orbit ship set up as a shelter. Atmospheric controls are still working, heat, radiation shielding seems good. The friendly Fallen out here are real helpful. I thought they were slaves of the Awoken at first, but it’s… not like that at all. HG01: Captain Hennek finally succumbed to his injuries. I was with him when he went. Last thing he said to me was, “I guess, right now, we’re not all that different.” HG01: [long silence] HG01: I wish you were here. FLIGHT_RECORDER_LOG // VG777-T // L-240 [ENTRY DELETED] FLIGHT_RECORDER_LOG // VG777-T // L-241 [ENTRY DELETED] FLIGHT_RECORDER_LOG // VG777-T // L-242 HG01: A Fallen named Kesk is helping me hardwire a linguistic modulator his people built into the flight recorder. Should translate their speech back to me in something I can understand, and then I can run it through the vocal processing heuristics onboard my jumpship to speak back. HG01: Faster than learning a language I don’t have the mouth parts to speak. FLIGHT_RECORDER_LOG // VG777-T // L-243 HG01: Today was our anniversary. I hope we were looking at the same stars. FLIGHT_RECORDER_LOG // VG777-T // L-244 HG01: Traveler. UNK2: <> HG01: Huh. Okay. HG01: Family. UNK2: <> HG01: Okay, that’s where we’re hitting a wall. Can we try some root words? We need to build the Fallen database. UNK2: <> HG01: Right, sorry. Eliksni. FLIGHT_RECORDER_LOG // VG777-T // L-245 [ENTRY DELETED] FLIGHT_RECORDER_LOG // VG777-T // L-246 HG01: I had this dream… like a memory of a memory, you know? But I swear, I heard your laugh when I woke up. HG01: Being Lightless is hard, but it’s… it’s these little phantom pains that are the hardest. HG01: I feel like my whole life is a phantom limb. FLIGHT_RECORDER_LOG // VG777-T // L-247 HG01: Light. UNK2: Light. HG01: I’m not sure why I’m surprised by that. UNK2: <> HG01: Yeah. UNK2: <> HG01: W-why do you say that? UNK2: <> [Long Silence] HG01: That… makes sense. UNK2: <> [Long Silence] HG01: Dig. UNK2: <> FLIGHT_RECORDER_LOG // VG777-T // L-248 [ENTRY DELETED] FLIGHT_RECORDER_LOG // VG777-T // L-250 HG01: I’m heading back to Earth. The locals agreed to take care of the civilians. HG01: I don’t know if I’ll find you, but I can’t sit here anymore. HG01: If I find you, you’ll never hear this. But if I don’t, and I live… Being here has opened my eyes to a lot of things and I just—I can’t fight like this anymore. Not without you. There’s an enclave out past the Jovians; pacifists. You’ll find me there. HG01: Kesk will have my Sidearm. I told him to give it to you if you come looking for me. Or… if he finds out you’re—gone—to send it to the Vanguard. HG01: I won’t need it anymore. HG01: All I need is you. // End Logs Discover More Weapons Here
Riiswalker
Riiswalker Lore: “No. I will not allow a Fallen to fight in the Banner, that right is reserved for Guardians alone. But if you insist, I may allow a Guardian to carry a Fallen-forged weapon into battle. You are a weaponsmith, are you not?” —Lord Saladin to an Unknown Eliksni A hurled bottle strikes an Eliksni in the head, sending him staggering to the side in a crowded street. Glass glitters on the ground. People gathered in a semicircle around him shout invectives and slurs, as he bleeds midnight blue from a deep cut in his brow. He has nowhere to run, cornered between a neon-lit club pulsing with the bass beats of rhythmic music and an alley blocked off by rubble left over from the Red War. “Please, no harm. Vriiksis friend!” he cries, two hands clutching his head, another held out flat as if it would ward the crowd off. “Looking for brother—missing. Please!” The crowd does not care, and they continue to work themselves up into a fervor. Lakshmi-2’s words fill their mouths, many of them too young or too naïve to realize it. Vriiksis can’t understand so many unfamiliar languages shouted at him at once, but he understands the tone of violence well. His posture says everything—the fear in his eyes carries additional nuance. He fears what happened to his brother. Hate begins to take root in his heart. A foundry worker steps out of the crowd, threateningly racking a round into a Shotgun. He aims down at the Eliksni, hands trembling. “You want to ask about family?!” the Human yells. Vriiksis does not know what he’s talking about. “Your people kidnapped my sister! She was running supplies from Earth to Titan. You raided it!” “Vriiksis does not—” He is cut off by a blast from the Shotgun that pulverizes the street beside him. Vriiksis crumples to his knees and cowers. “Please,” he says, and in the same motion, picks up a broken piece of the bottle he’d been hit with earlier to defend himself. The crowd screams in outrage. When the foundry worker advances on Vriiksis and racks another round into the Shotgun, there is a sudden cold snap that fills the air with mist. The Shotgun flash freezes, shatters like glass, and scatters into pieces of blue-black Stasis. The worker recoils, clutching his half-frozen arm, screaming. Vriiksis sees the crowd part behind his attacker, and a Hunter clad in black and gold with luminous markings on her armor strides toward them both. Darkness coalesces around her hand. Stasis crystals drift like tiny moons around her. “That’s enough!” Aisha shouts. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves! Look at you!” Aisha grabs the injured foundry worker by the collar with her free hand and shoves him back into the crowd. “Clear out of here before I clear you out! Now!” Wind swirls around Aisha’s feet, kicking up crystalline debris in whirling threads of Darkness. The crowd recedes like a violent tide, some tripping over others in their haste to flee. As the crowd disperses, Aisha dismisses the sickle of Stasis, and the swirling wind at her feet fades as well. She turns, looking at Vriiksis and offers a hand out to him. “I’m sorry,” she says with a tightness in her voice. He cannot see her expression behind the façade of her helmet. Vriiksis does not take the offered hand. His eyes show the same fear. The same hate. “It’s okay,” Aisha says slowly, offering her hand again. “You’re safe now, they’re—” “Not safe,” Vriiksis snaps at Aisha, his eyes dipping down to her hand and then back up to her helm. “You are just like Eramis. Mind-poisoned.” Aisha’s breath hitches in the back of her throat, and she slowly lowers the offered hand, closing gloved fingers into a briefly formed fist. “You’re hurt. At least let me escort you to a medical…” Her voice trails off. Vriiksis is already backing down an alley, blue eyes locked on her. She feels a weight on her shoulders, in her heart. The Eliksni disappears into the shadows, leaving Aisha alone under an endless night’s sky. Discover More Weapons Here
Hung Jury 4SR (Adept)
Hung Jury 4SR (Adept) Lore: A Scout Rifle, modified by Dead Orbit’s superb technicians and specialists. Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt eu. Nam vitae pulvinar dui, a auctor ex. Morbi in aliquet magna. Maecenas luctus dui ac tellus volutpat tempor. Quisque at vehicula lacus, in molestie tellus. Duis consequat odio sit amet posuere pulvinar. Quisque sapien ex, porttitor eget imperdiet eu, varius quis nibh. Praesent id rhoncus dui. Duis nunc ex, accumsan quis fringilla ut, scelerisque eu lectus. Sed tristique non elit sed porttitor. Etiam scelerisque elit mi, et bibendum metus egestas vitae. Proin a purus a ligula eleifend eleifend. Proin nec molestie odio. Proin tincidunt neque congue enim sodales eleifend a et velit. Sed mollis quis dolor ut semper. Phasellus nisi lacus, egestas sed lectus a, finibus lacinia massa. Nulla consectetur nibh quis varius porta. Donec ac dui id ex ultrices lobortis. Pellentesque lacinia erat vel massa ultricies, eget feugiat neque fermentum. Nam vestibulum metus ac est dignissim rutrum. Sed aliquet egestas turpis, ac molestie urna fringilla et. Vivamus ut mauris pretium ante aliquet dapibus. Morbi a pellentesque massa. In nibh leo, tincidunt gravida urna at, suscipit finibus turpis. Duis sed dictum dolor. Etiam tincidunt mauris nec turpis volutpat dictum. Maecenas a varius velit. Aliquam sit amet ex nec nunc viverra sollicitudin non ac nunc. Aliquam in turpis sed justo tempor eleifend at.
Hung Jury 4SR
Hung Jury 4SR Lore: A Scout Rifle, modified by Dead Orbit’s superb technicians and specialists. Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt eu. Nam vitae pulvinar dui, a auctor ex. Morbi in aliquet magna. Maecenas luctus dui ac tellus volutpat tempor. Quisque at vehicula lacus, in molestie tellus. Duis consequat odio sit amet posuere pulvinar. Quisque sapien ex, porttitor eget imperdiet eu, varius quis nibh. Praesent id rhoncus dui. Duis nunc ex, accumsan quis fringilla ut, scelerisque eu lectus. Sed tristique non elit sed porttitor. Etiam scelerisque elit mi, et bibendum metus egestas vitae. Proin a purus a ligula eleifend eleifend. Proin nec molestie odio. Proin tincidunt neque congue enim sodales eleifend a et velit. Sed mollis quis dolor ut semper. Phasellus nisi lacus, egestas sed lectus a, finibus lacinia massa. Nulla consectetur nibh quis varius porta. Donec ac dui id ex ultrices lobortis. Pellentesque lacinia erat vel massa ultricies, eget feugiat neque fermentum. Nam vestibulum metus ac est dignissim rutrum. Sed aliquet egestas turpis, ac molestie urna fringilla et. Vivamus ut mauris pretium ante aliquet dapibus. Morbi a pellentesque massa. In nibh leo, tincidunt gravida urna at, suscipit finibus turpis. Duis sed dictum dolor. Etiam tincidunt mauris nec turpis volutpat dictum. Maecenas a varius velit. Aliquam sit amet ex nec nunc viverra sollicitudin non ac nunc. Aliquam in turpis sed justo tempor eleifend at.
Survivor’s Epitaph
Survivor’s Epitaph Lore: “A weapon hides nothing. It is what it is. Whether it wants to be or not.” —Saint-14 to Shaxx To be the first Eliksni to bask in the presence of the Traveler since the Whirlwind was an honor that Mithrax, Kell of House Light, never imagined for himself. As he stood on the Tower walkway below the scar left in the wake of the Almighty, he meditated on the choices in his life that had led to this point. He wondered if there was a unifying thread binding all those events together. But he would have no time to ponder such things. A shadow crept over Mithrax: broad shoulders, a curling horn. Seeing the stark outline of Lord Shaxx looming on the stairs elicited centuries-old instincts, and it was temperance that kept Mithrax’s hands from his weapon. “I didn’t expect to actually find you here,” Shaxx said as he continued down the stairs with slow, plodding steps. “Were you there?” “What?” Shaxx came to stand beside Mithrax at the railing. “Were you there?” he asked again. This time, he pointed, without looking, to a place on the horizon beyond the Traveler. Mithrax followed Shaxx’s gesture with his eyes. He did not understand. “The Battle of Six Fronts,” Shaxx insisted, with uncharacteristic softness. “Do you know how many Fallen I killed there?” Mithrax bristled at the question, and he felt that instinctual urge to reach for his weapons again. But the presence of the Traveler and the question that nagged at the back of his mind stayed his hands. “How many?” he asked, not wanting to know the answer. Shaxx deflated, folded his arms over the railing, and rested his considerable weight against it. “Hundreds,” he said quietly. “All of them died afraid.” Mithrax felt Ether mixing with bile in the back of his throat. His limbs trembled, rage burned in his gut, demanding manifestation. But he tempered his anger, sighed so deep that the Ether on his breath was briefly visible as an iridescent cloud. “How many Humans have you killed?” Shaxx wondered. “Too many,” Mithrax answered, and even that felt insufficient on his tongue; the thought of it twisted his insides around. He sighed again, deeper this time, and Shaxx watched the sublimated Ether glitter in the dim light. “When I heard you were in the Tower,” Shaxx said, “I thought I’d just throw you over the edge of the wall. I thought about the people I watched die at the hands of your Houses over the years. The Lightless torn limb from limb during the Dark Age.” He snorted out a rueful laugh. “Then I started to think about them.” Silence hung in the air for a moment, long enough for Mithrax to ask: “Who?” “Three scavengers. Huddled together in a collapsed storm drain. They had stolen food during a… a time of famine. Maybe it was for themselves, maybe another settlement, maybe family…” Shaxx shrugged. “I killed them. All three, with my bare hands.” “My victims were Humans too,” Shaxx clarified, and the Kell felt his anger twist into confusion. “I was a Warlord in the Dark Ages. Convinced myself of the necessity of my own barbarism by painting it with noble colors. Those loyal to me built a legend that masked the blood and the rot. But it’s still there.” He tapped his fingers against his breastplate. “Deep down.” The shadows had become long, stars now visible in the sky, and the Traveler was cast in half shadow. “There was a ship,” Mithrax eventually replied. “It may have been soldiers. Civilians. I do not know.” He looked away from the Traveler as he spoke. “I led a boarding party onto it. We slaughtered any who resisted and rounded up those who surrendered.” Shaxx turned to look at Mithrax, a wordless question in his faceless mask. “We argued what to do with the prisoners. Some suggested we keep them as warning-trophies. Others said to barter with them.” Mithrax looked away, shoulders sagged. “But I was young. Impatient.” He closed his eyes. “I opened the airlock. It seemed the simplest solution.” Both soldiers sank into silence again and remained so as the last glimpse of sunlight descended beyond the horizon. Shaxx sullenly took his leave, and Mithrax was left with the remnants of anger and confusion, and paradoxically—an answer. He saw then the thread of choices leading to this moment. The choices that led to the Great Machine and away from a fate like Eramis had suffered. It was something both he and Shaxx learned to accept in spite of a lifetime of experience telling them otherwise. Mercy. Discover More Weapons Here
Fatebringer (Timelost)
Fatebringer (Timelost) Lore: But where is your fate, and who brings it to you? Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt eu. Nam vitae pulvinar dui, a auctor ex. Morbi in aliquet magna. Maecenas luctus dui ac tellus volutpat tempor. Quisque at vehicula lacus, in molestie tellus. Duis consequat odio sit amet posuere pulvinar. Quisque sapien ex, porttitor eget imperdiet eu, varius quis nibh. Praesent id rhoncus dui. Duis nunc ex, accumsan quis fringilla ut, scelerisque eu lectus. Sed tristique non elit sed porttitor. Etiam scelerisque elit mi, et bibendum metus egestas vitae. Proin a purus a ligula eleifend eleifend. Proin nec molestie odio. Proin tincidunt neque congue enim sodales eleifend a et velit. Sed mollis quis dolor ut semper. Phasellus nisi lacus, egestas sed lectus a, finibus lacinia massa. Nulla consectetur nibh quis varius porta. Donec ac dui id ex ultrices lobortis. Pellentesque lacinia erat vel massa ultricies, eget feugiat neque fermentum. Nam vestibulum metus ac est dignissim rutrum. Sed aliquet egestas turpis, ac molestie urna fringilla et. Vivamus ut mauris pretium ante aliquet dapibus. Morbi a pellentesque massa. In nibh leo, tincidunt gravida urna at, suscipit finibus turpis. Duis sed dictum dolor. Etiam tincidunt mauris nec turpis volutpat dictum. Maecenas a varius velit. Aliquam sit amet ex nec nunc viverra sollicitudin non ac nunc. Aliquam in turpis sed justo tempor eleifend at.
Fatebringer
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