Heartshadow
Heartshadow Lore: Suffering to the conquered. Enactine is one of the most resilient metal alloys we Cabal have ever encountered. It is a quantum-mimetic mineral that, when exposed to Psionic energy, can be locked into a specific shape. Even when it is broken, melted down, or reduced to a fine dust, it can be returned to its quantum-locked form by touching a portion of it and remembering its previous shape. The ritual blade Heartshadow has been remembered back into its original form countless times over the millennia since its mind-forging. I first held the blade when it was passed down to me after my mother’s death, and upon the birth of my daughter, bequeathed it to its rightful owner, her mother. And when her mother was… no longer, it was my duty then to pass the blade on to Caiatl. But for some reason, she refused to simply accept the way of things. Even after she sent me into exile I would continue to present the blade to her. But each time, Caiatl would return it to me—broken—along with the head of the assassin that I had entrusted with it. Each time, I vowed to return the blade to her. One way or another. At some point, this exchange became more than tradition. It became the only way in which we communicated. I do not remember when. I choose not to remember. For remembering is pain behind my eyes and daggers in my chest. And the past cannot be destroyed; it lives on in every bitter recollection. Until the end of time. 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.
Trespasser
Trespasser Lore: “You are not welcome.” “It kills me to say it, but I really am impressed,” the voice says, an echo reverberating from the past. Ikora does her best to keep focused, to push past a breath of resurging anguish. But a Nightmare like this… refuses to be so easily ignored. It stands at her side, wearing her friend’s face, horn and all; the ribboned edges of its cloak swaying beside the hand cannon holstered at its hip. It speaks with his voice, but its words are false and dripping with poison. She forces herself forward, climbing the steps to the Leviathan’s entrance. “Walking in uninvited is usually my whole thing,” it continues as it floats beside her. “Unless… you’ve started taking after me?” “You are nothing more than a memory,” Ikora replies without looking at it. “You are not him.” “Can’t argue with that logic,” it says, flashing a smile. “After all, he’s dead.” Ikora flinches as the Nightmare circles around, hovering just over her shoulder. “Thanks to Zavala. You. And most of all… thanks to Uldren Sov.” Ikora’s brow furrows and she clenches her fists, continuing her ascent. “He shot me with my own gun,” the Nightmare presses. “Do you remember that?” Ikora picks up her pace. Still, the Nightmare follows. “I mean, you must, right?” it asks. “What was it you promised to do? Mount his head on his precious throne? That was some real big talk, Ikora. But instead of doing that—instead, you welcomed that scumbag to the Tower. With open arms! So, I’m thinking, either your memories are a little mixed up… or maybe you really have forgotten what that murderer did to me.” “Crow is not Uldren!” Ikora seethes. The Nightmare smirks. “Right. Just like I’m not Cayde.” Ikora spins on her heel, chest heaving, Void Light flaring in her fists and deep within her eyes. But there is nothing behind her. Only the emptiness of space. “Ikora,” Eris’s voice crackles over the comms, “perhaps… it would be best for you to return.” Ikora breathes deeply, palms flat at her sides; she gives the Leviathan’s doors one long, final look before turning back. Discover More Weapons Here
Bump in the Night
Bump in the Night Lore: “If you hear a noise in the dark, shoot first.” —Centurion Tuk’rin “I won’t go again,” Gorn’ak says, throwing a chunk of bloody meat to a lounging war beast. It happily devours the meat in one bite and looks expectantly for more. Gorn’ak is seated at a bulky metal table with two fellow Cabal. One is a veteran Phalanx, Ur’Rux, whom Gorn’ak respects deeply. The other is Tal’urn, a scrawny Red Legion defector who had surfaced during a patrol on Nessus last year. “Is it true our ancestors appeared on the Leviathan?” Ur’Rux asks. “I have seen their red smoke in many shapes—of a Human, of a Cabal Gladiator, and more,” Gorn’ak says. “They carry the voices of traitors, luring Cabal so they may stick knives between our armor. They called me deeper into the ship, but I know they mean to take our names. Spoil our memories.” “Did Gorn lose his musk?” cracks Tal’urn. Gorn’ak roars at the scrawny Legionary, “Call me coward again, whelp!” “Tal’urn can call no Cabal a coward. Not when we found him in a hole under Halphas Electus,” Ur’Rux spits and turns to Gorn’ak. “Stand with me, and we will survive Calus’s horrors.” The door to their barracks chamber opens. “You don’t understand, Tal. I won’t go back. Orders or not.” Gorn’ak looks him in the eyes. “You shouldn’t go either.” A hulking Cabal known as Tuk’rin, with winged armor ornaments steps into the room and removes their helmet. “The empress won’t like that,” Tuk’rin growls, slamming a Bronto Cannon down on the bulky metal table between Gorn’ak and the others. “Tuk’rin? Who died and made you Centurion?” Gorn’ak asks, shoving the Bronto Cannon aside to cut more meat for his war beast. “One last deployment.” Tuk’rin sees the curiosity building in his new soldiers. “My commander went ahead of our squad, scouted the Underbelly. She did not return as… herself.” Tuk’rin’s eyes are lost for a moment in the sights he has seen. “She was a noble Cabal, but the spirits attacked her mind that night, and she turned this cannon on us.” His soldiers silently contemplate his claim. Tuk’rin continues, “It was my kill, so now it’s my command. If I go back, you go back.” Discover More Weapons Here
Chain of Command
Chain of Command Lore: Bound by duty. Zavala stared out the H.E.L.M.’s viewport. The Leviathan loomed in the distance, a blight among the stars. The commander leaned on the War Table as blue light flickered from the holo projector; images of Caiatl and Saladin appeared to commence their scheduled briefing. “We continue to encounter heavy resistance,” Zavala said without preamble. He could hear the fatigue in his voice. “As we expected,” Caiatl grumbled. “My father’s soldiers will fight for him until their last breath.” “And when they fall, more will take their place,” Saladin added. Zavala sighed and lifted his eyes to glare at the Leviathan. “He commands them to die for nothing. How can he call himself a leader—” The words caught in his throat, and he choked them back down. Caiatl and Saladin remained silent, their projected expressions inscrutable. “Leadership is a burden,” Caiatl declared, “to those who understand its true value.” “Indeed, it is,” said Zavala. He turned to face the holo projector and straightened his back. “Vanguard operations will continue aboard the Leviathan. We’ll keep you updated with our progress.” Both Caiatl and Saladin nodded as their holo projections faded away. Alone on the bridge, Zavala shifted his gaze back to the viewport, acutely aware of the weight of his armor. 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.
New Purpose
New Purpose Lore: I see you adorned in spots of blood like fallen rose petals. I see you victorious and bathed in light, I see you. Consumed as she was with the scene in the arena, Caiatl forgot the chiddik in her hands as her young body imitated the action playing out before her eyes. The living accessory screamed, then leapt to the flagstones. Boneless or not, it resented having its neck wrenched. “Gentle, small one,” her father chided through a haze of wine. “Your chiddik was bred for a thousand generations to complement your tunic. Pick it up.” “Must I? It is always in the way.” “A princess must serve her purpose as much as any other beast. Once you outgrow this tunic, you may do anything you like with the chiddik. Eat it, perhaps. They are scrumptious boiled in wine with bitter herbs. But for now—” “Yes, Father,” she hastily recited, but already, her eyes wandered back to the red sand below. Ghaul lifted the slack-jawed head—torn, not cut, from his rival’s body—toward the Imperial box. Every sinew in the warrior’s flesh trembled with passion and triumph. “Your prowess pleases us, gladiator.” Calus rose. “You will join us this evening for repast.” In that moment, Caiatl realized that Ghaul would not wear an absurd chiddik to dinner. He had no use for a fragile accessory whose musk and chirping and scintillating tails boasted his position. He had never needed to learn the subtle gesticulations to summon a servant who would wick away the creature’s urine without drawing attention. His hands had learned to direct blades, not cloacists. She retrieved the trembling animal with hateful hands. For a moment, she clasped down on its maw. It writhed in wide-eyed panic, struggling for breath, but she quickly released. The beast bore no sin for its place in the world; no more than she assumed fault for hers. But unlike a chiddik, she could create new purpose for herself. Discover More Weapons Here
Something New
Something New Lore: “It’s new to me.” —Banshee-44 “Do you ever tire of the work?” asks Eva Levante. Banshee-44 looks up from his workbench. Eva often crosses in front of his kiosk on her walks to and from the Bazaar, striking up conversations with him in passing when she does. He briefly wonders if they’ve had this particular talk before; he wouldn’t put it past her to simply let it play out to spare him the embarrassment of not remembering it. “Can’t say that I do,” Banshee replies cordially. “Memory’s not so great. Every gun feels like a new one.” Eva nods as she takes a sip of tea from the mug in her hand. “It’s just that I see Guardians deliver parts to you all the time, and you seem to construct the same gun for them repeatedly. Are they not satisfied with what you provide?” Banshee chuckles. “Maybe.” He leans on the bench, looking at the various weapon components strewn about his shop. “It’s a bit like Solstice, now that I think about it.” That seems to pique Eva’s interest. “Oh?” she asks, eyebrow raised. “Guardians bring me scraps, pieces of guns they dismantled.” Banshee explains. “And I turn them into something new. Not always what the Guardian was hoping for, but they hold onto that hope and keep bringing me parts.” Eva smiles. “Same interaction, different outcome.” “Yeah. I guess you could say that.” “How wonderful,” Eva says cheerfully. She raises his cup to him and walks back to the Courtyard. “Definitely had that talk before,” Banshee says to himself. But he never tires of it. 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.
Lingering Dread
Lingering Dread Lore: We are all burdened by the chains of our past. “My empress,” Taurun reported, “the Vanguard has deployed a Guardian to investigate the Leviathan. Your presence has been requested aboard the H.E.L.M.—” “Where is Calus?” Caiatl gazed ceaselessly at the Leviathan as it loomed beside Luna. Taurun paused for a moment, datapad in hand. This question had become a common thread woven throughout their briefings. “We do not know. The Leviathan is a gargantuan ship. It is quite possible Calus remains entrenched deep within its Underbelly.” “Then we will disembowel the beast.” “That would be… inadvisable.” Caiatl turned to face her, eyes as cold as her voice. “By all means, Taurun. Advise me.” Slowly, Taurun lowered her datapad. It was not the first time that Caiatl had bristled at her counsel. But since the Leviathan’s sudden return, the empress’s patience had winnowed to the width of a blade. Taurun chose her next words with caution. “Calus has an unknown number of Loyalists at his disposal, along with whatever other horrors now inhabit the ship. Our soldiers would almost certainly pay the price for our nescience.” “Would you rather we die cowering behind our shields?” Caiatl scoffed. “I would rather we not die at all.” The silence hung heavy in the air between them. “Noted,” Caiatl decreed as she turned back toward the Leviathan. “You may take your leave.” Taurun nodded and made to depart. As she left the bridge, she hazarded a glance over her shoulder. Silhouetted by Luna, Caiatl bore a striking resemblance to another late leader of the Cabal. One whose obsession led to ruin. Discover More Weapons Here
Riptide
Riptide Lore: “Sudden, swift, and deadly.” 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.
Burden of Guilt (Adept)
Burden of Guilt (Adept) Lore: “First, we face the past. Only then can we turn to the future.” —Doctor Syeda Uzair 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.
Burden of Guilt
Burden of Guilt Lore: “First, we face the past. Only then can we turn to the future.” —Doctor Syeda Uzair 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.
