Collective Obligation
Collective Obligation Lore: “What The Witness gave me, I give to you. May it serve you in death, or in finality. It cannot be both.” —Rhulk, disciple of the Witness Heard while scavenging a pile of dead Ghosts within the Throne World Pyramid: “Oh insatiable you—how many beats on the snare of self-righteousness will it take before you acknowledge all the avenues from which you stall the flow of things as they should be? “You do not see the collective obligation before you, the duteous burden that has rested on all sentient beings since time’s origination—to ferry existence toward inevitable consequence: the final shape. “Why do you unendingly insist on waylaying the machinations of every being with a worldview differentiated from your own? You lack respect. You lack direction. You seek only what you are guided to seek, and for that, you remain little more than an unrelenting nuisance. “I was like you once. Wayward. Driven to misguided perfection by the bubble society painted around me. But when I look back, none but one had the answers. None but one shed all the airs of any pretense of what the universe was supposed to be in the eyes of the infinitesimal individual—my Witness. “Through it, I found incentive. Clarity. Purpose. I sought to shed from myself the layer of barbarism that had pervaded my being for so long. I turned instead to the sophistication of infecting others with self-actualized corruption. “You see, total eradication may be efficient, but the goal is not to be the last one standing. Rather, it is to remove the obstacles that encumber you and those who remain from reaching your destination. “Annihilation of your kind was never the goal. But filling you with the right kind of ideological purpose, the kind that serves the finality of shape—well, that’s the point of corrupting a beating heart, is it not?” Discover More Weapons Here
Dead Messenger
Dead Messenger Lore: A gift for the empress who has everything. Caiatl and Zavala stood side by side, watching a live feed of the Guardian’s assault on the Psion transmission facility, as broadcast by Amanda Holliday’s circling aircraft. The Guardian ducked behind cover and pulled out a sleek grenade launcher, recovered during their last assault of the base. They fired into a pack of onrushing war beasts, sending shrapnel hurling through the air. The Cabal empress emitted a low rumble as she admired the weapon. Zavala looked up at the enormous ruler with raised eyebrows. Her gaze was fixed on the firefight, her eyes twinkling with violent ardor. The Vanguard commander shut off the open comms and cleared his throat. “Would you like me to send you one of those grenade launchers? I can have Banshee create a Cabal-sized version for you.” Caiatl looked down at the Awoken leader, suddenly aware that her avarice had been on display. She lowered her tusks, which the commander interpreted as equivalent to a blush. “That would be most welcome, Commander,” Caiatl replied. “I’d like to fire it into Xivu Arath’s belly and bathe in her soulfire.” Zavala turned back to the screen. “You have a… passionate spirit, Empress.” He did not see it, but beneath her mask, Empress Caiatl smiled. It was terrifying. 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.
Edge of Action
Edge of Action Lore: An echo of an ancient weapon, forged from a memory of strength. The Scheme-Mother-Reborn returned to her Lure. Here, her Ghost companion and her most trusted witch led her to a broken statue. The statue held a fragmented weapon in its alien arms. When the Scheme-Mother asked why these broken things were on her ship, her most trusted witch told her: You broke them, my queen, because they belong to a traitor. The great Goddess of Whispers reached to hold the broken weapon. Although she did not remember its shape, she could feel its power and potential. The Mother of Lies said: This vile artifact holds memory, and it is memory that I lack. Perhaps the-thing-I-was could retrieve these memories, but the-thing-I-am cannot. I must find a creature capable of holding two wrestling paracausal forces in its breast. I must outsource my remembering to someone else. —An excerpt from “The Books of Rememoration, A Story Sewn into Flesh with Sinew and Malice, A Record of the Scheme-Mother’s Resurrection and Return” 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.
Parasite
Parasite Lore: “Constant projections. Unending destruction. The will of every efficient parasite.” —Savathûn’s worm Guardian. Transparency is not a strong suit of mine. Undoubtedly, this comes as no surprise. However, our… misadventures, let’s call them, with the parasite have left me with a recurring ambivalence in regard to said transparency; as a result, I feel as though you are deserving of a more appropriate level of access to my thoughts surrounding recent events. In my previously mentioned vision was the Witness’s one truth: an eternity of Darkness in which I serve as a Disciple. It brought me an overwhelming feeling I previously relayed to you as fear—but in actuality, it was fear born of what I felt most within this vision—gratitude. Gratitude! As if my place alongside the Witness was meant to be a reward for all I have ever done and ever will do. And if the Witness is to be believed, “all I ever will do” is unbecoming, to say the least. It is moments like these wherein I wonder if I myself should be put to rest to avoid perpetuating these dark truths. But I have never before wavered from righteousness, and I don’t intend to begin now. With that, you should know that while our revealed truths about Savathûn and the Collapse appeared minimal, I have already used them to begin tracing a trail of evidence that may provide us with the power of preservation in the oncoming storm. When the time is right, we will have further parts to play together. In the meantime, keep the parasite near, and listen close. It’s bound to open its mouth again sooner or later. —Mara Sov, Queen of the Awoken Discover More Weapons Here
Edge of Intent
Edge of Intent Lore: An echo of an ancient weapon, forged from a memory of cunning. The Witch, Insidious, was killed upon the rock cliff as a wretched sacrifice. With life drawn from the Sky, she was reborn: the Witch, Radiant. The mangled creature, a Ghost, that bestowed the Sky’s life, spoke to her, to restore her unmarked mind. It said: You are a god of the chosen krill, the Hive. You are the mother of cunning and lies. You are the first of your kind gifted with Light, which is a paracausal force of the Sky. The Queen of Lies listened quietly to these reminders. Even in her rebirth, with a mind emptied of memory, her cunning shone brightly, and she stitched together her new truth. She asked her new companion where she must go next, and it was then that her most trusted witch arrived to guide her to her Lure. —An excerpt from “The Books of Rememoration, A Story Sewn into Flesh with Sinew and Malice, A Record of the Scheme-Mother’s Resurrection and Return” 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.
Grand Overture
Grand Overture Lore: It’s not over until the vast red artificial intelligence sings. “So. You’re the new guy.” Ana Bray cracks a half smile. “Can’t be worse than the last Psions that Red and I dealt with.” She impatiently taps her heel on her workshop bench as the Psion hurriedly checks linkages and nodes on the neural coupling device around her head. Words and images skip across Ana’s mind like stones. “Remain calm. Even though you are defenseless, I do not possess a starship.” A sound resembling laughter follows. “Funny.” Ana chuckles impatiently. “Okay! I’ve been setting this up for months. Are you done with the safety checks?” Jinju flies by Ana and runs a scan over the engram. “Be nice.” A digital timepiece drains toward zero while the Psion inundates her mind with questions. “My Light, Splicer tech, brain tubes. Yeah, I got it,” Ana says. “Plug my brain into Red already and let’s do this.” Her voice quickens with excitement. The Psion finishes linking cables to a Splicer-tech receptacle housing Rasputin’s engram and gives Ana an awkward thumb pointing up. The Psion forms an interlocking image in her mind: a tangle of wires. Slowly, her perspective sifts through them and stops at a radiant center. She hears the words, ‘Forgotten vestige, made remembered.’ “That’s the plan, Pstan!” Ana exclaims. “Drop me in; I can already hear the Tchaikovsky.” She stares down the ticking timer: 3… 2… 1… Ana blinks. She stands in a vast thicket of thorn and rot. A warmth radiates from deep within the thicket. Ana blinks. She presses through bramble as barbs draw blood. Her sense of self wavers. She finds her grip on a searing-hot spike, shifting her senses red like an adrenal rush. Ana blinks. She kneels at the spike and rips it from the ground. A Valkyrie javelin is in her grasp. Ana blinks. The thorned vines around her recoil and wither in the heat. She feels something within the javelin, faint and weak, but alive. Discover More Weapons Here
Edge of Concurrence
Edge of Concurrence Lore: An echo of an ancient weapon, forged from a memory of ambition. With a fresh mind and searching eyes, the Scheme-Mother-Reborn returned to her throne world, which, without the edge of sword logic, had become a shell of itself. Here, she strolled the parapets and fell deep into contemplation. Although she could remember nothing, her mind was as sharp as a tooth. When she emerged from her contemplation, the Whisper-Queen addressed her brood. She said: My children, I know the truth, and out of my love for you, I will share it. Before them, she killed her most trusted witch in a transcendent blaze of Light. This witch became the first of the Lucent, the first resurrected in the image of the queen herself. —An excerpt from “The Books of Rememoration, A Story Sewn into Flesh with Sinew and Malice, A Record of the Scheme-Mother’s Resurrection and Return” 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.
Osteo Striga
Osteo Striga Lore: “Victory is not in the unmaking of an enemy, but in the re-making of an enemy into your blade.” —9th Understanding, 7th Revision of Sorrow Ah, pardon us. It just seems like he’s always hungry. When I first became a mother, I didn’t realize how much time would just be spent feeding him. Do you mind? Thank you. No, he doesn’t look much like me, I know. There are a lot of orphans these days. I heard him crying from… oh my, it seems like half a world away. It was chance, honestly. I never thought of myself as a parent, but caring for another little life… it’s taught me so much. May I? Sorry, I don’t know why I’m sharing so much with you like this. You just seem easy to talk to. And becoming a mom has really given me a lot more insight into the little connections between people. I used to focus so much on my work. I actually lost a few friends over it. Oh! Shh, shh, shh… there we go. That’s right. Growing babies need their calcium. Now I can see what matters. The beauty in small things and quiet moments. In watching others light up when they see him. In the way meeting new people broadens him. I had another child, you know. That was… before. I didn’t keep him safe. It’s for the best. He’s… safe now. Besides, it means I can appreciate this little one so much more. Just the two of us. I love my little Striga. And he’s always… so… hungry. //CASE 620102; SUSPECT IDENT JANA-14; STATUS: AT LARGE //EVIDENCE IDENT #303, AUDIO DEVICE; RECOVERED ADJACENT TO DISMEMBERED BODY, RIBS EXCISED Discover More Weapons Here
Palmyra-B
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Recurrent Impact
Recurrent Impact Lore: It’s enough to drive someone out of their mind. Crow feels unease when he touches the active Psisorium. There’s a throbbing sensation at the base of his skull. It starts at the back of his head and works its way forward. A compelling aura flows from the Psisorium, ushering buried memories to the surface of Crow’s mind. Uldren Sov felt unease as he stood with fingertips against the Dark Shard. Everything was wrong, but he ignored it. There was a throbbing sensation at the base of his skull. It burrowed underneath and snaked in between his vertebrae: an impulse taking hold in his nerves that he was helpless to follow. A whisper he strained to hear, “Save her.” The Psisorium vibrates against the nails of his ungloved fingertips. Lucent Hive bodies twitch in unfeeling response to the mental scrying. Crow feels the rhythm of alien thoughts sweep over him like wind on stone, catching in ruts and divots worn by time. He sees glimpses, reflections of an end to justify the means. A voice rattled Uldren Sov’s mind, the cool tones of his sister slipping into well-worn grooves as he watched dreams carve themselves into his reality. Lucidity flashed like panicked gasps under thin sheets of ice. His desire taken: wishes turning sour in his mouth as he spoke them, tasting no longer of promise, now only of regret. 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.
