Tomorrow’s Answer (Adept)
Tomorrow’s Answer (Adept) Lore: Could you please repeat the question? Yara slammed a rocket into her launcher. “These crates really skimp on quantity.” “Sadhij is down.” Trestin turned to Yara. “This one’s alone.” The words had barely escaped her when a Warlock brimming with Void Light Nova Warped past them. Yara turned and launched a rocket over Trestin’s head. The opposing Warlock concentrated her aura of Void energy into her hand and unleashed a supernova blast. The two projectiles collided; void and flame ripped through each other and burst outward, sending all three fighters in different directions. Yara groaned as her vision began to clear. Her head sang a familiar tune of disoriented pounding and Auto Rifle fire. Fresh blood ran from rigid shrapnel protruding from her leg. “Trestin… check in.” No answer. Yara reached blindly through dust and particulate to recover her weapon, but found only scattered bits of stone and debris. Static streaked through her visor, throwing heat signatures directly in front of her through the swirling dust. She knocked the side of her visor to clear the interference. A violet shockwave pushed away the dust. Trestin knelt a few paces away, beaten. The Warlock bent her glowing hand into Trestin’s chest plate, lodging a vortex grenade into her armor. Yara met her eyes and saw the Void overtake her. She did not hear the scream, or the splitting armor. She only saw flickers of Trestin break apart and scatter as the vortex ate away at her. Yara shook the shock-hold on her mind and pulled her Sidearm. She snap-fired a round into the Warlock’s shoulder. The Warlock recoiled from the force and whipped an open palm of malformed Void at Yara, releasing unstable energy that shattered the pistol’s frame into ragged scraps. “No more of that.” “That was cruel. She didn’t deserve…” “None of us ‘deserve.’ It’s about what you can get.” The Warlock smiled and raised a hand of gnarled Void. “Brace yourself.” Discover More Weapons Here
Tomorrow’s Answer
Tomorrow’s Answer Lore: Could you please repeat the question? Yara slammed a rocket into her launcher. “These crates really skimp on quantity.” “Sadhij is down.” Trestin turned to Yara. “This one’s alone.” The words had barely escaped her when a Warlock brimming with Void Light Nova Warped past them. Yara turned and launched a rocket over Trestin’s head. The opposing Warlock concentrated her aura of Void energy into her hand and unleashed a supernova blast. The two projectiles collided; void and flame ripped through each other and burst outward, sending all three fighters in different directions. Yara groaned as her vision began to clear. Her head sang a familiar tune of disoriented pounding and Auto Rifle fire. Fresh blood ran from rigid shrapnel protruding from her leg. “Trestin… check in.” No answer. Yara reached blindly through dust and particulate to recover her weapon, but found only scattered bits of stone and debris. Static streaked through her visor, throwing heat signatures directly in front of her through the swirling dust. She knocked the side of her visor to clear the interference. A violet shockwave pushed away the dust. Trestin knelt a few paces away, beaten. The Warlock bent her glowing hand into Trestin’s chest plate, lodging a vortex grenade into her armor. Yara met her eyes and saw the Void overtake her. She did not hear the scream, or the splitting armor. She only saw flickers of Trestin break apart and scatter as the vortex ate away at her. Yara shook the shock-hold on her mind and pulled her Sidearm. She snap-fired a round into the Warlock’s shoulder. The Warlock recoiled from the force and whipped an open palm of malformed Void at Yara, releasing unstable energy that shattered the pistol’s frame into ragged scraps. “No more of that.” “That was cruel. She didn’t deserve…” “None of us ‘deserve.’ It’s about what you can get.” The Warlock smiled and raised a hand of gnarled Void. “Brace yourself.” Discover More Weapons Here
Mistral Lift
Mistral Lift Lore: The unceasing cold without. The glowing hearth within. 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.
Acosmic
Acosmic Lore: How may we endure the desolation of the absolute? The noise of the Bazaar was a background hum, the seemingly electric energy pulsating all around Sloane as she wandered among the Festival of the Lost vendors. A Human sold delicate pottery beside Eliksni weavers showcasing their intricate fabrics. There were platters of stuffed figs and mugs of Ether Fizz. A Bracus tended a flame below a spit. The charring meat sizzled with each turn, and war beasts lapped at the fat that trickled to the ground. Two Awoken Corsairs shared a roasted artichoke, both warming their fingers on the coal-blistered petals. Human and Eliksni children darted past, their laughter and chittering carried on the wind. Everything here struck Sloane’s senses as ruefully foreign and strangely dissonant. She’d missed so much. Her grief caught in her throat as the spiny shell of a Hive Ghost glided into view, and Sloane felt her jaw drop. She mentally noted even more questions for Zavala. Rehnpeir’s Drunken Noodle caught her eye up ahead, the sign blissfully familiar, and she sighed with relief for a moment. Aisha and Shayura waved her over to a table. “You made it,” Shayura said, affection laced into the edge of her voice. “I’m glad you’re here too,” Sloane said. “Both of you.” Aisha handed a steaming bowl to Sloane and put another in front of an empty chair. Aisha’s gaze followed Sloane’s. “Reed will always have a seat at our table,” Aisha said. Shayura nodded and offered a supportive but strained smile, and Aisha gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. Sloane looked down again at the bowl in front of her. Swirls of noodles and slices of meat soaked in the creamy broth, and the egg’s golden yolk pooled around the bok choy nestled beside it. She stared at her meal, as if to commit every noodle to memory. “Are you planning on eating it or painting it?” a voice teased from behind. Sloane turned to see Zavala standing beside her. A small laugh escaped from her lips. “I just… I’ve been waiting—wanting—for this for so long. Now that I have it, I… I almost don’t want this moment to end.” “We know how you feel,” Aisha said. “However, there’s good news,” Zavala quipped. “What’s that?” “You can savor the next bowl too.” Sloane grinned and lifted the first noodles to her lips. She savored the umami flavors, surprised by the complexity. “How is it?” he asked. “It’s different. But… still good.” A look of understanding passed between them, and Zavala gave her a reassuring smile. Discover More Weapons Here
Veleda-F
Veleda-F Lore: As predicted. 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.
Sovereignty
Sovereignty Lore: Live according to your own lights. The first snap of rifle fire echoes wildly off the pockmarked walls of the crater. The Scorn cast around mindlessly after the source. It’s the work of seconds to finish them off, one after the other. Clean work, overall. Jolyon Till sits up in the narrow crevice he’s wedged himself into, and scans the barren surface of the asteroid. A figure creeps out from behind a rock formation: four arms raised, cowering. Not Scorn. The Fallen sheltering in this corner of the Reef aren’t Salvation cast-offs. Dusk, maybe. Their radiation-bleached rags are so faded and tattered it hardly matters. Jolyon leaves them supplies and communication codes. If they want lasting help, they’ll have to ask for it. He thinks they will. He sends a report to Petra, first. Then a second, abbreviated transmission, elsewhere: More refugees headed your way. He’s nearly back to his jumpship when the message comes back in—text-only, familiar encryption: Thanks, Jolyon. C. Jolyon steps up into the pilot’s seat. He goes where he’s needed. 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
Insurmountable
Insurmountable Lore: Mountains must be devoured one bite at a time. Life on the outskirts of the Tangled Shore was as desolate as ever, yet the few remaining Eliksni there heard the reports and knew: it was time to leave. “How much farther to the Ketch?” a Dreg gasped, a mountain of the crew’s effects lashed to his back and balanced in his arms. “We’d have been there by now if you hadn’t destroyed our last Pike,” a Vandal snarled at him. Suddenly, a soft cry lilted into the air. Loud and desperate. Almost childlike. The Dreg stopped in his tracks, listening. “Do you hear that?” He rushed ahead and found a lone hatchling, crawling and wailing a song of abandonment deep within a crater. “The hatchling is—is—surrounded by Dark Ether!” the Dreg exclaimed. The Vandal grabbed the Dreg by the back of his neck. “You fool! We have to go!” she yelled. But it was too late. A cluster of bloodthirsty Revenant Scorn descended on them, leaving nothing but their screams to echo across the landscape. *** A lone Legionary clad in blue followed a sound, a cry that lilted across the barrenness of the Tangled Shore. The sound became louder and more desperate. Almost childlike. He discovered a lone hatchling, wailing a song of abandonment deep within a crater. Carefully, the Legionary lowered himself into the fissure. He comforted the hatchling who quickly clung to him amid the Dark Ether that swirled around. A war cry erupted from above as a cluster of Revenant Scorn descended. The Legionary quickly dispatched one and shoved a grenade in its grotesque mouth before lobbing it back up toward its brethren. As it exploded, bits and pieces of the entire pack rained down around the Legionary and the hatchling, who cowered behind him. The last remaining Scorn attacked from behind, pinning the Legionary to the ground, sending his weapon flying. The putrid monster lashed out but stopped suddenly, howling in pain. The Legionary turned to see the chubby hatchling latched onto the Scorn’s leg, teeth lodged deep in its flesh. Without hesitation, he lunged for his sidearm and placed a bullet neatly in the Scorn’s head. He lovingly scooped up the unharmed hatchling, wiped the ooze and drool from its mouth, and bellowed with laughter. “You have just eaten the first of many mountains—a true Cabal from this day forward, little one!” Discover More Weapons Here
Scavenger’s Fate
Scavenger’s Fate Lore: Go where scavengers fear to tread. Arrha threw the datapad to the ground in fury. It bounced once, then settled against a crate of contraband Psion weaponry. The screen continued to flash implacably: CONNECTION LOST… REESTABLISHING CONNECTION… FAILED… CONNECTION LOST… There was nothing for it. He would have to break the news to the Spider. He found the crime boss at the bar, glad-handing with a bookie in an oversized fur vest. They spoke in low tones before a subtle nod by both parties let Arrha know that a deal had been closed. No doubt a sizeable adjustment to the Crucible betting odds would soon hit the tote boards. Arrha gave a series of subtle clicks: .::: .:. : .:. :. :. trouble glimmer loss Arrha could sense Spider’s countenance sour beneath his helmet. The elder Eliksni dismissed the oblivious Human with a curt wave and headed wordlessly to the back room. “Skira’s anus, what now!?” “Another scav crew lost, the Spider,” Arrha replied. “Iiraahk came under heavy fire in the Reef. Went dark minutes later.” “That’s the third this cycle,” Spider fumed. “Send a replacement crew. Heavy weapons this time. I want the nav system from Iiraahk’s ship back.” Spider turned to leave, but Arrha felt compelled to stop him. “But the Spider,” he blurted, “the crews… they won’t go. Not until Fikrul is gone.” “They WON’T?” Spider growled. “That sounds an awful lot like mutiny.” “It’s fear,” Arrha said, hunching his shoulders. “They fear Fikrul more than the Spider.” “I could remedy that,” Spider replied menacingly. “But I can’t afford to make any more examples.” “I didn’t want word to get out about that sector,” he lamented, “but it hardly matters now. Time I called in a specialist.” He picked up the fallen datapad and opened a comms channel. “Welcome to my most lucrative customer…” Discover More Weapons Here
Gridskipper
Gridskipper Lore: “No stars overhead. Best not to look up.” —Amanda Holliday He heard something and snapped awake. There it was again: the skittering of clawed feet above him. In a moment, he had grabbed the Pulse Rifle from near the door and was outside. He saw nothing but the lip of the tar paper roof against the undulating night sky. That didn’t mean anything—they could turn invisible. Everyone knew that. They could just be standing there, one or two, or a dozen, staring down at him. He looked for shimmering outlines, but his vision was filled by the swaying grid of the dark purple night. He squinted as a ripple rolled high overhead, and the grid seemed to move closer, like an enormous sheet settling over the City. A wave of pressure pushed down, building in his sinuses. He pressed a hand to his eyes. A deep thrum filled his head, and he heard their claws on the walls all around him, their hissing laughter. He turned toward the street, weapon raised. He felt his heart thudding in his chest and sweat beading on his back. Another noise: someone pounding on glass behind him. He spun and one of them was in his house, looking out at him through the window. His sweaty fingers fumbled to turn the safety off as it opened its mouth— “Dad,” the Fallen shouted, “you’re standing in the garden!” He looked down dumbly. Cherry tomatoes were crushed beneath his bare feet. His son yelled again, no longer a Fallen, merely irritated and half asleep. “Come back inside!” Hands shaking, he stepped out of the garden. He fought the urge to look into the sky as he walked back to the house. Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur
Ancient Gospel
Ancient Gospel Lore: “These forces have existed forever, but only one of them speaks to us.” —Rekkana, Warlock of the Kentarch 3 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.
