Black Talon
Black Talon Lore: “His life brought peace to the Reef. His death brings a sword.” -Crows of the Black Hull Three months after the Taken War… Hallam found her in the washroom closest to the Black Hull entrance. “We’re going to be late.” Petra sat on the sink, eyes dry, shoulders squared. “I’m not going.” Hallam let his Paladin-straight posture relax a little. “The Regent-Commander should probably attend the late prince’s memorial. The Crows will want to see you. I hear they’ve commissioned a sword in his honor.” “If I go, it’s as good as saying he’s dead. As good as saying Mara’s dead.” “Well,” Hallam exhaled. “Aren’t they?” Petra ground her teeth. Then: “But I want people to believe.” 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.
Two-Tailed Fox
Two-Tailed Fox Lore: Adorably murderous. Breaking through the dawn, the hope of light I am the chosen of the (TRAVELER) With trusted friends and the promise of hope My explosive (POWER) will never be erased! Shi-ning power! (KITSUNE!) Over-flowing power! (KITSUNE!) Your (NON-STOP POWER) cuts the night! Your (NON-STOP POWER) erases all doubt! Chaos! Fire! Chaos! Fire! Chaos! Fire! Getting stronger, subduing the threat You have no choice but to relent to me Even when the fire of my soul is dwindling I have the (POWER) of my (KITSUNE)! Chaos! Fire! Chaos! Fire! Chaos! Fire! Shi-ning power! (KITSUNE!) Over-flowing power! (KITSUNE!) Your (NON-STOP POWER) cuts the night! Your (NON-STOP POWER) erases all doubt! The call of the gun in my hands is the source of my strength… Shi-ning power! (KITSUNE!) 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.
Wavesplitter
Wavesplitter Lore: Omolon’s newest breakthrough uses focused sonic waves to superheat electrons into a devastating energy beam. From the makers of the Coldheart comes the latest in breakthrough City Age technology: the Wavesplitter. Here are the three most frequently asked questions we get about our revolutionary weaponized sound system. Q: If the Wavesplitter fires sound waves, does it need ammo packs? A: The Wavesplitter does need ammo packs, but the onboard matter transmuter turns that ammo into electrical energy that powers the waveform emitter. Q: What does it sound like when you’re hit by it? A: Our Guardian testers give us many different answers. Some say it sounds like a scream you hear in your bones. Others say it sounds like a dying star. Still others say it reminds them of a knife shaped like a B flat. Q: Can the Wavesplitter be used as a musical instrument? A: The Wavesplitter was not designed to be a musical instrument. That said, we at Omolon are in the business of giving Guardians options, not taking them away. 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.
One Thousand Voices
One Thousand Voices Lore: I can be anyone you wish, o murderer mine. [Language] is a [virus] that infects the minds of [humans]. A single [word] will drive them to [rage] or [lust] or [weeping]. O for the right [word] said in the right [voice]! O to see their [hearts] well with [longing]! O to see their [desire] laid bare in their [chest], so juicy and succulent for the taking! 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.
Lord of Wolves
Lord of Wolves Lore: By this right alone do I rule. “Why did they call themselves Wolves?” the Hunter asks. “You guys don’t have any wolves on your home world, do you?” “Nama,” the Captain replies. He has perched on a rusted-out Skiff. He scans the horizon, trying to remember the way to the crypt. “So… Why, then? Most people haven’t even seen one.” “Yeah,” the Warlock chimes in. “I’d never even heard of wolves ’til I went to the Iron Temple.” The Captain cocks his head in a way that makes him look very like a squat, hulking owl. “Why Eliksni accept name ‘Fallen’? Why Wolves accept name ‘Wolves’? Why Misraaks is now,” he grimaces as he mimes their accents, showing his serrated teeth, “Miff-racks?” He rises in one fluid motion and stands at his full height. “Why speak Guardian way instead Eliksni? Docked things do not word themselves.” He hops down, brushing past the Hunter and the Warlock with the rippling strength of a hunting tiger. “House of Wolves, they been Mraskilaasan. Gentle weavers. Come. I know the way now.” 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.
Thunderlord
Thunderlord Lore: They return from fields afar. The eye has passed, the end nears. Do not fade quietly. Let thunder reign again. Two they were, artist and scientist. Music flowed in their souls and rained from their lips. Not weapons of war they made, but instruments of peace. The thunder fell, and they were cast apart. Their love was sundered as the world collapsed. They sang in pain and sought to reunite, but crimson eyes glowed in the dark. Their union was not to be. He held death in his hands. Stars burned in his footsteps. In her, the conflagration was reborn, the funeral pyre lit. And so forever after, their love fuels death. Their last words, a curse and a cry. Their names are now lost, but their love will not die. 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.
The Queenbreaker
The Queenbreaker Lore: Despite the Breakers’ treachery, Her Majesty still stands. Three cloaked figures trek through a cave on a windswept asteroid. As they walk, they joke. They tell stories. They are a fireteam. “After Cybele,” the Warlock says, “the Wolves bowed. Some became the Queen’s bodyguards. Then, Skolas-” “Whoa, whoa, whoa. How? Why?” The Hunter frowns. “Why trust enemies with your life?” A pause. “No offense, buddy.” The Captain shrugs: none taken. “Eia. Strange to do. But Eliksni… we been breathe-always love for honor. New promise not unmake an old. Wolves would been follow Marakel forever if Skolas does not appear again.” The passage widens, and they find a hidden door veneered with amethyst. The Captain lays a hand on it, bows his head. The Hunter and the Warlock fall back respectfully. After a time, the Warlock ventures, “Mithrax?” The Captain turns. “Wolves rebel. Now, Wolves extinct. This where-live mine-things scatter must end. I will Kell the mind-open Eliksni. No spider-tricks. No loyal-lies. Variisis truths. We fight for Great Machine together.” 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.
Trinity Ghoul
Trinity Ghoul Lore: “I couldn’t afford to miss. Not when it was his life on the line.” -Marin Mansanas, Tangled Outrider “Marin Mansanas…” the Rifleman’s voice hissed over her comm. “I did not think you would show.” Marin spat onto the dusty ground, scuffed it with the heel of her boot. Squinted across the flat, dusty expanse of the High Plains. Ignored the Rifleman to address the other person on the channel, ex-Corsair Errol Mayz, who stood alone just over seven hundred meters from her position with his hands bound behind his back and a canister of ether balanced on his head. “Errol, you son of a tech witch.” She could see his shoulders shift in an attempt at a casual shrug. His gruff voice tickled her ear through the comm. “Sorry, Rin.” “You know the wager.” The Rifleman didn’t like to be ignored. “Get on with it. If you think you can make the shot.” Marin’s eyes flicked to the hills of rubble dotting the High Plains, looking for the Rifleman’s perch. Almost a sure thing the four-armed lunk on the far ridge was just another of the braggart’s decoys, but no point risking Errol’s life over a guess. “I can make the shot. And I expect you to honor this wager when you’re down a K of ether and I’m walking outta here with Mayz.” Rough alien laughter was the only reply. She pulled three arrows out of her quiver and whispered, “Pom, whatever happens, don’t come out.” Her Ghost answered her with a pulse of warmth in her left hand. Two arrows she tucked into her belt. The third she nocked to her old friend, Trinity Ghoul. Errol’s voice returned, so low she could almost feel hot breath on her ear. “Hey, Rin.” “Don’t talk. Don’t breathe.” “Just don’t miss. Okay?” “Good idea.” “You know what I mean.” Marin pulled the Ghoul taut, lined up her shot with the canister perched atop Errol’s scruffy blue head. “Yeah,” she said. “I know.” Discover More Weapons Here
The Chaperone
The Chaperone Lore: “My mother had a shotgun we called the Chaperone. Kept us alive out there before we got to the City.” -Amanda Holliday “The Last Safe City doesn’t exist.” That’s what her parents said when Nora Jericho was young. Almost as often as they said, “I’ll die before I leave this land.” Nora believed them. She never had a reason not to. She never forgot the moment she learned her mother could be wrong. It was her tenth birthday. The same day the four-arms finally breached the bunker that had stood for hundreds of years. The same day a knight in scratched and dented armor fought them off—but not before cruel electric blades sheared through the metal orb hovering at his shoulder. Nora helped him recover the jagged shreds of a shell. Confused but unquestioning, she helped him bury the pieces. In thanks, he told her of the Last Safe City. Gave her a map and a shotgun, told her, “good luck,” and then walked off into the desert alone. Nora’s mother didn’t have room in her life for the upending of worlds. She stayed, along with half the bunker folk, in the desert. Nora left the next day. 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.
Malfeasance
Malfeasance Lore: “Nothing kills a Guardian faster than another Guardian.” -The Drifter Yes, I wrote you a note. I want you to burn this in your memory. If you’re wielding this gun, I’ve already told you all this and more. But I want you to keep it fresh in mind. I want you to have this. You may need it. You and I have done a lot together in this system, and I hope and pray we’ll get to do a lot more. It’ll be a lot safer with you wearin’ one of these. It’s the culmination of a lot of things. Long time ago I set out to find a replacement for a weapon called Thorn. This will never be that, but to me, it’s better. We built it together. And all of us, with this in hand? Even the Man with the Golden Gun should have pause. Maybe we can’t out-shoot him. Maybe he can’t be out-shot. But if we all take our shot together? We don’t have to beat him to it. He’ll die, too. Remember this. For when the day comes. -The Drifter 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.
