The Time-Worn Spire
The Time-Worn Spire Lore: Forged in honor of Silimar, and persistence in the face of impossible odds. A cold wind whipped Lord Saladin’s cloak as he reached the bottom of the stairwell and entered a small courtyard carved in the side of the Wall. The orange glow of the Last City poured through the arched windows, washing over the room’s contents: leafy ferns, decorative pillars, a dried-up tiled fountain; and Commander Zavala, seated at a small metal table against a wall. Saladin approached his former apprentice. “Wouldn’t your office be more comfortable?” the Iron Lord asked. Zavala smiled faintly. “A different field for a different kind of battle.” Saladin took a seat at the table. “Quaint.” Zavala grabbed a woven blanket from his lap and offered it to his mentor. “Wolves wear their own coats,” Saladin said. Zavala smiled and tucked the cover under his chair, turning his attention to the lacquered wooden board in front of him. Etched lines formed a grid on its surface, and a pile of white and black oblate stones rested nearby. “Shall we?” Saladin picked up a stone and placed it on the board. Zavala followed with his own move, and the game was on. They sat silently as pieces continued to be set and removed. The board became crowded. Saladin held on his next turn, methodically scanning for options. He eventually grunted and waved in resignation. “I’m surprised you still invited me,” Saladin said, breaking their silence. Zavala hesitated before he answered, fidgeting with a stone. “Your dissension on Caiatl has been frustrating, I will admit.” “You were expecting an Iron Lord to remain silent?” Saladin asked. Zavala sighed. “I was hoping an old friend would respect my position.” “Titles are implements,” Saladin said. “What earns respect is how you use them.” Zavala smiled. “And how should I use mine?” “To meet Caiatl head-on, and cut her down,” Saladin said. “A decisive action for a decisive victory.” “You desire another full-scale war with the Cabal? To chase them through the black gulfs?” Zavala asked. “How many will die on this crusade of yours? And what will you leave behind?” Saladin chuckled sardonically. “Still finding excuses to avoid the hard choices. Every victory requires sacrifices.” “You would wear those sacrifices as accolades, but I see them for what they are,” Zavala said firmly. “Consequences of my failure.” “It’s easy to judge from your plush command center,” Saladin growled as his demeanor soured. “But someday soon, you’ll find yourself in a position with no easy way out. No victory on the horizon, no clever escapes. Nothing but a disaster and a choice of who pays the price.” “There are more currencies in war than the body count,” Zavala said gravely. Saladin looked out at the glimmering lights of the Last City. “Maybe so, but you don’t always get to choose. Sometimes the exchange is decided for you. Sometimes you’re stuck on the other side of the door while your friends burn.” Zavala saw pain in the furrowed creases of the Iron Lord’s face. “I’ve lost people as well.” “Not nearly as many as you will,” Saladin answered. Zavala sighed and placed his arms behind his back. “I am sorry I have been such a disappointment to you.” Saladin shook his head and stood from the table. “You’ve exceeded all my hopes, Zavala. But you are still not what you could be, and not what we need.” Zavala stood as well. “Be that as it may, I am still your commander, and what I need is your obedience.” Saladin smirked. “You know better than to try to tame a wolf, old friend.” Zavala stood, unmoving, and held his gaze on the Iron Lord. Saladin sighed. “We both oppose Caiatl’s terms. That should be enough.” He turned to leave, but the commander placed a hand on his shoulder. “It is good to see you outside the confines of duty,” Zavala said. Saladin nodded, then paced away. Zavala sat again at the table, studying the result of the game as the Iron Lord’s footsteps faded. 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
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
Exitus MK.I
Exitus MK.I Lore: Quality of construction and volume of destruction. 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.
Holless-IV
Holless-IV Lore: The sigh of annihilation. 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.
