The Messenger
The Messenger 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
Chattering Bone
Chattering Bone Lore: We have so much to discuss, o seeker mine. Nadiya sipped her tea, calm and collected. Shinobu sat back, looking perplexed. “Really, the entire summer?” The serpent that claimed to look like her mother sat across from the two of them, smiling broadly. “Why would I lie? I’m telling you, the whole summer you wore that dress. We had to tackle you to get the thing off of you, get you to bathe.” The serpent plucked the dainty cup from the white saucer and set it to her lips before continuing. “Your brother called you stinkbug for years. Until… you know.” Nadiya reached over and took the other Hunter’s hand in her own. “It would lie because it’s fulfilling your wish, Nobu.” Shinobu searched the serpent’s face. Her mother just smiled again, all teeth and secrets. Shinobu felt tears at the corners of her eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Okay. Now.” The burst from the pulse rifle was loud, and Nadiya pulled the trigger again and again and again. Discover More Weapons Here Chattering Bone- 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.
Spare Rations
Spare Rations Lore: Whether times are lean or fat. 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.
Bite of the Fox
Bite of the Fox Lore: “Sometimes Skorri wouldn’t show herself until she was the only one left who could stand.” —Lord Saladin 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.
Buzzard (Adept)
Buzzard (Adept) Lore: Circle ’round, great harbinger of death. “This is foolish,” Mithrax says, empty hands spread. The Trostland forest had been quiet until three Eliksni jumped from their hiding places with weapons sparking with Arc energy. Two Dregs and a Vandal. They bear House Salvation’s sigil. “Misraaks, the Forsaken,” one Dreg clicks, brandishing a spear. “Come to kill us?” “No,” he says, staring them down. “I will not harm you.” “You lie like a Human.” Mithrax sees the shift of the spear in the Dreg’s hands the moment before he lunges. The Kell avoids its thrust and grips the Dreg by his head, slamming it into the ground with a hard crack. The Vandal draws a sidearm. Mithrax rushes him, grabs him by the wrist, and wrenches the gun upward. The Vandal’s lower hand jabs a knife in the soft flesh between Mithrax’s carapace. He barely feels it—the Kell of Light puts a hand around his attacker’s throat and squeezes the life from him. The third flees. Mithrax lets him. The Kell pulls the knife from his side and drops it among the pine needles, pressing a hand to his wound. Perhaps, when all the violence was done, the future he could give the Eliksni would be worth it. Would justify everything he had done. Every death, every act of cruelty… or kindness. Or love. He knows that Eramis hoped for the same. For now, Mithrax can only leave the two Eliksni where they lie. He will come back later for their funeral rites. 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. Suspendis
Buzzard
Buzzard Lore: Circle ’round, great harbinger of death. “This is foolish,” Mithrax says, empty hands spread. The Trostland forest had been quiet until three Eliksni jumped from their hiding places with weapons sparking with Arc energy. Two Dregs and a Vandal. They bear House Salvation’s sigil. “Misraaks, the Forsaken,” one Dreg clicks, brandishing a spear. “Come to kill us?” “No,” he says, staring them down. “I will not harm you.” “You lie like a Human.” Mithrax sees the shift of the spear in the Dreg’s hands the moment before he lunges. The Kell avoids its thrust and grips the Dreg by his head, slamming it into the ground with a hard crack. The Vandal draws a sidearm. Mithrax rushes him, grabs him by the wrist, and wrenches the gun upward. The Vandal’s lower hand jabs a knife in the soft flesh between Mithrax’s carapace. He barely feels it—the Kell of Light puts a hand around his attacker’s throat and squeezes the life from him. The third flees. Mithrax lets him. The Kell pulls the knife from his side and drops it among the pine needles, pressing a hand to his wound. Perhaps, when all the violence was done, the future he could give the Eliksni would be worth it. Would justify everything he had done. Every death, every act of cruelty… or kindness. Or love. He knows that Eramis hoped for the same. For now, Mithrax can only leave the two Eliksni where they lie. He will come back later for their funeral rites. 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 moll
Allied Demand
Allied Demand Lore: Rest satisfied with doing well, and leave others to talk of you as they please. 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.
Astral Horizon (Adept)
Astral Horizon (Adept) Lore: Even the brightest stars eventually set. Sadhij opened comms first. “I’m flanking. They’re not going to know what hit them.” “Don’t over-extend, Sadhij. Trestin and I are pushing A-side. Those damn wheels block our firing lines.” The words flew from Yara’s lips with concerned purpose. Trestin chimed in, “Crimiq’s on their fireteam. He laid me out in Crucible a few weeks back—just so you know.” “Can’t stop the lightning, Yara. I just ride it where it takes me.” Sadhij’s smile was almost audible. “You’re a goober.” “You’re going to be a dead goober.” Trestin added. “If you die, die with honor, Guardian!” Yara’s tone struck a chord in his heart, and Sadhij quickened his pace. He locked eyes with a Guardian down-lane and charged, Shotgun in hand, whipping a lightning grenade toward Pillar to cover his side. Sadhij heard the distinctive revving of a fusion weapon building power and leapt into the air. “I hope you’re watching…” Sadhij felt the current surge through him and arc through the air, connecting him to his target. As his opponent’s Fusion Rifle let loose, Sadhij surrendered himself to the Light. His muscles convulsed as droves of Arc energy pulsed through his nervous system and overtook him. He was a bolt, screaming across the Burning Shrine and painting the arena in the glow of static glory. A saintly voice confirmed his strike. A smile split across his face. A rifle fired in the distance. A grounded thud heard by none. 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.
Astral Horizon
Astral Horizon Lore: Even the brightest stars eventually set. Sadhij opened comms first. “I’m flanking. They’re not going to know what hit them.” “Don’t over-extend, Sadhij. Trestin and I are pushing A-side. Those damn wheels block our firing lines.” The words flew from Yara’s lips with concerned purpose. Trestin chimed in, “Crimiq’s on their fireteam. He laid me out in Crucible a few weeks back—just so you know.” “Can’t stop the lightning, Yara. I just ride it where it takes me.” Sadhij’s smile was almost audible. “You’re a goober.” “You’re going to be a dead goober.” Trestin added. “If you die, die with honor, Guardian!” Yara’s tone struck a chord in his heart, and Sadhij quickened his pace. He locked eyes with a Guardian down-lane and charged, Shotgun in hand, whipping a lightning grenade toward Pillar to cover his side. Sadhij heard the distinctive revving of a fusion weapon building power and leapt into the air. “I hope you’re watching…” Sadhij felt the current surge through him and arc through the air, connecting him to his target. As his opponent’s Fusion Rifle let loose, Sadhij surrendered himself to the Light. His muscles convulsed as droves of Arc energy pulsed through his nervous system and overtook him. He was a bolt, screaming across the Burning Shrine and painting the arena in the glow of static glory. A saintly voice confirmed his strike. A smile split across his face. A rifle fired in the distance. A grounded thud heard by none. 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.
Nameless Midnight
Nameless Midnight Lore: Strange things wake at the stroke of twelve. “This is incredible work. I’ve barely had to make any adjustments.” The Warlock flexes her gloved fingers, staring intently at her hand. Standing silently by the Loom, Namrask wonders what it is the Machine-spawn sees. He wonders if he is making another mistake. The Humans are on the cusp of a second Whirlwind. It may be that the Guardians he armors today are only tomorrow’s Ketchkillers. Light-starved, desperate… powerful. Will it be Namrask’s turn to be abandoned alongside the hatchlings, the sick, and the frail? Beside him, Ada-1 nods placidly at the Guardian. “An interesting commission.” The Warlock grins at Ada, baring her blunt teeth. “Couple of heat sinks in here and I can rig up a stealth generator. Nothing fancy, but it’ll be easier to keep the civvies safe if I can get in close without the Legion spotting me.” Namrask stares and does not realize it until the Guardian looks up at him. Anxiety locks his breath in his chest. “Hey, uh, what’s that word, again?” The Warlock seems uncomfortable. It takes a moment for him to realize she is embarrassed. “Velask?” He nods, mutely. “Couple of Eliksni on the last run. They seemed a little rattled, and I thought… you know, maybe if I say—” “You will… bring them back?” “Of course.” The Warlock nods at Ada-1, at Namrask. “Thanks again.” “Wait,” Namrask says. He turns and moves toward the materials stored in orderly piles by his workstation. Digs through a month’s worth of excess fabric and small woven experiments. Clothing, not armor. Cloaks and shawls. For Eliksni, for Humans. He presses these into the Warlock’s hands. “For… those you find.” Discover More Weapons Here Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit.elit unit karma is
