The Showrunner
The Showrunner Lore: Once you have one, you’ll wonder how you ever did without. 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.
Warden’s Law (Adept)
Warden’s Law (Adept) Lore: Fight. Win. Li- Li- Li- Li- Li- FATAL EXCEPTION HAS OCCURRED AT 0028:C001E36 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.
Warden’s Law
Warden’s Law Lore: Fight. Win. Li- Li- Li- Li- Li- FATAL EXCEPTION HAS OCCURRED AT 0028:C001E36 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.
Malediction
Malediction Lore: The price of power. “I understand that getting through the portal is important—” Crow began. “It’s more than important,” Osiris interrupted. “It’s our best chance to prevent the final shape, however the Witness conceives of it. Beyond that, it’s a chance to study paracausality at a level we’ve never had access to before.” “I get it, I get it,” Crow interjected. The Hunter was overseeing the unloading of Spider’s ship in the Eliksni Quarter. House of Light workers ferried crates into warehouses on ingenious Eliksni-made trollies. Normally, such a task would be outside of Crow’s purview, but Spider couldn’t be trusted to stick to his manifests, so here he was. Osiris stood back and watched the bustle with detachment. “I’ve heard all the reasons,” Crow continued. “And they all make sense. It’s just…” He paused, trying to find a delicate way of broaching the subject. “Savathûn,” Osiris provided, his voice tinged with foreboding. “Yeah,” Crow replied. He shook his head in dismay. “We worked so hard to put her away. And after everything we went through—what YOU went through—we’re just going to… bring her back?” Under his mask, Osiris’s lips pressed into a thin, tense line. In truth, the situation pained him greatly, but he would not allow his gnawing doubt to infect the young Hunter. When he spoke, his voice came out as smooth and measured as always. “Guardians sacrifice more than their lives in defense of humanity. More than their friends. Or their Ghosts.” “We sacrifice our peace of mind. In many ways, it’s our greatest loss,” Osiris said, imagining Saint’s concern. “But it’s the price we pay for the knowledge we bear. For the power we wield.” “I know,” Crow sighed, recalling Amanda’s empty spot in the Hangar. “I know.” Discover More Weapons Here
Eidolon Ally
Eidolon Ally Lore: We thought it was inanimate, but it has grown… changed. Ghost refuses to analyze it further, but I secretly believe it has become my friend. 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.
The Supremacy
The Supremacy Lore: “He didn’t recognize me, at the end.” —Jolyon Till the Rachis “Here’s the thing,” he says. “No.” Petra is trying to hide the hurt in her expression. Watching her is exhausting, so Jolyon keeps his eye pressed to his sniper scope. “I thought you would want to see it.” “Why? He’s dead. He died a long time before you shot him. Or if you didn’t,” Jolyon says, as if Petra flinched, “you helped that Guardian do it.” “Jolyon,” Petra starts. He holds up a hand. “I’m not interested in your secrets.” Then, quieter, “Please.” Silence falls over them as they lie side-by-side in a sniper’s nest overlooking Rheasilvia. Both belly-down in the sand, clutching well-worn Supremacy rifles beneath their armpits. Petra takes a shot. A Taken Hive Knight seethes into nothingness. Finally, she gets up to go. Jolyon rolls onto his side, pushes himself half-up and calls after her. “I still dream about the Garden.” She looks back. “I’ve dreamed about it, too,” she says carefully. “Not like I have.” Jolyon licks his lips, trying to figure out if he has anything else to say. He finally decides that he doesn’t, so he rolls back onto his belly to settle his cheek against the Supremacy once more. “That’s all. I just wanted someone to know.” 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.
Transfiguration
Transfiguration Lore: Desire becomes reality, o wishbringer mine. “You’re sure you want to keep on with the axe?” Efrideet asked, reloading her rifle. The voice in her comms was barely winded, even as the Iron Lord leapt to avoid a plume of white-hot fire. “That’s why she gave it to me, I’m one of the only…” A globule of flame licked past Efrideet’s helmet, and she tugged at her clasp, shrugging free the now-burning cloak. “Why in the Traveler’s crack did you wish to fight an actual DRAGON, old man?” Saladin Forge grinned inside his helmet. The enormous wyrm towered above them, bleeding wounds covering its gleaming scales as it reared up for another breath. The massive axe in his hands was dented, scarred, and melted at the tip. But it still held an edge. “We are knights, Lady Efrideet. Do you not want to be a dragon slayer?” He charged, and his words could barely be heard over the creature’s cry. “We are what we survive!” 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.
Randy’s Throwing Knife
Randy’s Throwing Knife Lore: “On me, team; I’m capturing the third point!” —Randy, upon receiving orders not to. 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.
Last Rite
Last Rite Lore: How will you choose to die? Caiatl and Saladin sit alone in the council chamber. Two metal bowls bearing the inscription, Perun, sit between them. Each holds a pile of small smooth stones that rattle along with the hum of the Eligos Lex V’s engine. Saladin rolls a stone in his fingers. He leans forward and places it on an intersection of lines seared into a thick leather mat. He taps the table beneath it. “These stones are like legions raising your banner. Each one placed is a claim.” He leans back in his seat and gestures to her. “Turn.” Caiatl’s eyes remain on the spot where Saladin placed his stone. She flicks an azure stone from her bowl onto the mat, then nudges the stone adjacent to Saladin’s last placement. “Aggressive. But the object isn’t to kill. Establish borders. Hold territory.” Saladin’s words are measured as he places a counter-stone. Caiatl considers a flanking maneuver, then a defensive line, or— “Speaking of… borders…” Caiatl flanks. “You place too many between yourself and your Legionaries.” Saladin looks up, then back to the board. Caiatl continues. “It is how Tarnth chooses to die. Rather than ossify into an immobile monument of bone, drawn on a cart that the young may hear their wisdom.” Saladin shoots her a look, then connects a line of stones in defense. “I’m not an executioner.” “You carry a large axe,” she spars, placing another stone by his. He groans and places a stone away from the clash. “Tarnth respects your command, she bears your Iron Banner.” Caiatl continues, “Death by your hand would be an honor.” Saladin sighs. “That’s not how I see it.” “Because it is not YOUR custom. In the Age of Conquest, warriors nearing death were gathered into legions and deployed at the tip of the spear. A final, glorious death charge. Seen by all.” Caiatl considers her next move. “Calus did away with the practice. Denied our greatest their glorious deaths. He surrounded himself with a host of petrified elders, soaking in their council. Those who resisted were shown the fighting pits, to reclaim lost honor. Most soldiers were called home to Torobatl to live out their lives in the empire, paid as citizens. But many still chose to die on distant battlefronts when the opportunity presented itself.” “This is comfort for her.” Caiatl captures her first of Saladin’s stones. “Fine. But this is my last rite of proving.” “Very well. She wishes you display her bleached skull in the barracks.” Saladin glares up at her and moves to secure a corner of the board. “You’re joking.” “Yes,” she snorts, “It goes to her family.” Discover More Weapons Here
The Messenger (Adept)
The Messenger (Adept) Lore: The bearer of bad news. Aunor was in a sour mood when she transmatted into Ikora’s personal library. She hated visiting the Tower. Even in a room without doors, well away from the dank Annex basement, she could still smell the Drifter’s sulfuric odor. How the others could stand it, she had no idea. Her irritation was softened slightly, when Ikora looked up from her writing with a smile. “I’m glad to see you,” she said. “Interesting choice of words. I thought I was being summoned for a ‘matter of grave importance. ‘” “‘Relieved’ may be the better word. There aren’t many I can trust with an assignment like this.” Ikora gestured towards a seat. Aunor shook her head. “Is that so?” “I mean that as a compliment to you. Not a condemnation of anyone else.” “You don’t need to butter me up before a bad job, Ikora.” Ikora sighed, then tapped her datapad. “We’ve received word of another tainted Guardian in our ranks.” Within her cloak, Aunor’s pad dinged. She took it out, reading as she scrolled. “Disobeying orders, trading Vanguard secrets… Pretty standard. Prolonged and intentional torture?” She looked up questioningly. “Fallen civilians fleeing the House of Salvation,” Ikora supplied, her voice grave. “According to her fireteam, she wanted to know how Eramis accessed the Darkness. “When they tried to intervene…” she trailed off. Aunor looked up sharply. “She tortured her own teammates too?” Ikora nodded. Aunor stowed her datapad back in her cloak. “Where’s she headed now?” “We believe she’s still on Europa, trying to access the Darkness on her own.” “Makes sense. Now that the Vanguard’s lifted the ban, she has plausible deniability. As does anyone else who’s tempted by that power,” she added pointedly. “Please don’t make me go over this again. The Vanguard—” “The Vanguard allowed Darkness into the Tower. You let Guardians play with it, so long as they do it under the Drifter’s roving eye. Otherwise, you’ll send me after them as punishment.” “Not punishment,” Ikora corrected evenly. “Redemption. You offer them a chance to cooperate first. To make up for their selfish acts and rejoin the side of humanity.” “And so far, I’ve had no takers.” “That doesn’t mean that none exist.” “And this Trestin? You think she’ll be lucky number… how many are we up to now? At this point, the only chance I’m giving them is the chance to kill me first.” “Enough.” Ikora’s eyes flashed. “I won’t pretend to be optimistic about the outcome of this case. Or any future ones. But there’s no guarantee that all who are touched are forever tainted. Until that’s proven otherwise, your orders remain the same. Is that clear?” Aunor stared at her, jaw clenched. “Future cases?” She shook her head. “Never mind. I’m sure you’ll tell me after they’ve wreaked havoc somewhere.” “You don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to. I’d understand.” Aunor swatted the concern away. “I stand by my promise,” she said. Then, in a flash of blue, she was gone. Discover More Weapons Here
