Fair Judgment
Fair Judgment Lore: The chair. The blindfold. The scales. The sword. Eido extinguished the flame on her ambient air gas burner. As the beaker above it cooled, the solution inside resolved into two distinct fluids, layered one atop another. Even at high heat, they remained immiscible. She clicked her mandibles in irritation. The footfalls of an approaching visitor interrupted her. She welcomed the distraction. Anything to justify the hiatus she felt too guilty to grant herself. Variks hobbled in, his fur collar matted by the lab’s humidity. The Vandal glanced surreptitiously toward Misraakskel, who was slumped on his throne nearby. Even though the troubled Kell was heavily sedated, Variks kept his voice low. “Variks has a new task for young Eido,” he muttered. Eido sighed. This was not the pleasant diversion she had hoped for. “I’m too busy to take on new jobs right now,” she objected. “There is a dispute between House Light and newcomers from House Salvation,” Variks continued, breezing past her objection. “A squabble over salvage rights. The jump drive of an ancient ship, found outside the City.” “That seems simple enough. Surely you can mediate.” “Of course. Variks is a Scribe of House Judgment. Are you?” “I want to be! Eventually. But…” She gestured with exasperation to her laboratory equipment, her ailing father, and her myriad failed attempts to cure him. “House Judgment keeps peace for all,” Variks replied gravely. “Not only one House, or one Kell. As a Scribe, your allegiance to House Light must always yield to a greater need.” Variks ushered his young pupil from the lab. “Come,” he encouraged her. “Help your kin. Create harmony, and it will follow you back here.” It was exactly the type of advice her father would have given. Eido relented, letting Variks lead her outside. As they emerged, she expected the usual pangs of guilt. Instead, she was surprised to find only relief in the bustle of the City and the chill of the evening air. Discover More Weapons Here
Reckless Oracle
Reckless Oracle Lore: “Knowing how it ends isn’t the same as wanting it to be over.” —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.
Chroma Rush
Chroma Rush Lore: Drink from the data stream. The Eliksni awkwardly shouldered its way onto the empty stool at the ramen shop and rested its four elbows on the bar. Maurice looked up over the huge pot of broth and, thinking a Titan in one of their ridiculous helmets had arrived for lunch, called out “Irasshaimase!” It wasn’t until he absently stepped to the bar that he realized who his customer was. Metal plating covered the creature’s forehead and the side of its face, ending in a nozzle that hissed a stream of blueish mist. A haphazard collision of heavy canvas and metallic weave draped over its shoulders. A Vanguard lanyard dangled absurdly from its neck. It was small for an Eliksni, but its angular head still towered above Maurice as it hunched over the bar. Four blue eyes looked back at him from above a lipless mouth. It opened, revealing rows of thin, sharp teeth. “One item ramen soup,” the Eliksni croaked stiltedly. “Please.” Maurice held his breath, tightened his grip on his pencil, and grinned. He grinned when he was nervous, and this seemed like as good a time as any. The Eliksni grinned back, nodded, and then opened its horrible mouth again. “I smelled it, and the smell was good,” it said. Maurice scanned the bar. His other customers sat frozen, their bowls of ramen steaming silently in front of them. He realized his mouth had apparently decided to talk on its own, as if nothing were wrong. He heard himself ask, “How spicy, zero to five stars?” The Eliksni had anticipated this question. “Spicy five stars,” it said, holding up one hand with three claws splayed, and another with two. “May I receive additional dead flesh, please?” “You got it,” Maurice said, his even voice betraying none of his tension, and he turned back to the bubbling pot of broth. Muscle memory took over, and he soon found himself placing a steaming bowl of ramen in front of the creature, who clucked cheerfully. Maurice took a half-step back. A small crowd was forming in the walkway in front of the restaurant. Some of the customers leaned in as their curiosity overcame their terror. Maurice noticed the woman in seat 2 needed more water, but it could wait. The Eliksni raised its arms tentatively, then looked to Maurice again. “What is the protocol?” Maurice found himself unsure of which pair of the Eliksni’s eyes to look into and focused on the ramen instead. “Well, you eat the noodles and pork and egg with—” “Egg,” repeated the Eliksni, enjoying the unfamiliar word. “—yeah, egg. You eat all that with the chopsticks, and you get the broth with the spoon.” Maurice saw how the Eliksni’s claws dwarfed the ceramic spoon. “Or you can just lift the whole bowl and drink it.” Maurice mimed lifting a bowl to his lips. The Eliksni nodded. Its claws tapped the metal on its face and the hissing blue mist ceased. The Eliksni held the chopsticks, tested their weight, and respectfully placed them back on the bar before bringing the bowl to its mouth with its upper arms. Above the ramen bowl, Maurice saw all four of the Eliksni’s eyes close. A long moment of tension fell over the shop, the silence broken only by a staccato series of hissing slurps. Finally, the Eliksni lowered the empty bowl. It breathed in as the blue mist resumed its thin spray. It looked toward Maurice. “I tasted all of it,” it said with deep satisfaction. “I am very thankful.” Maurice’s grin turned into a tentative smile. “Glad you enjoyed it.” The Eliksni stood and held out what looked like a small model of the Traveler. It glowed as it floated in the Eliksni’s palm. “Compensation,” it said. Maurice reached to take the treasure, then drew his hand back. “For new customers, there is no charge,” he said. “No compensation. Thank you for coming in.” The Eliksni cocked its head, then clucked and the model vanished beneath the folds of its cloak. It smiled at Maurice. “You,” it said, then cleared its throat with a rumble, “you are a—” and the five spirited words that followed were replete with hard consonants. In the confused silence that followed, the Eliksni nodded graciously, then walked through the crowd outside and deeper into the City. Discover More Weapons Here
Braytech Werewolf
Braytech Werewolf Lore: The right weapon can transform you. 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.
Choir of One
Choir of One Lore: A voice. A choice. An invitation. The Vex Goblin waded into the lake of radiolaria with the same unerring purpose to which it approached all things. As directed, as designed. Its own mass of radiolaria crawled and coiled through its body like worms through the thick soil of Nessus. Its Mind was elsewhere, the great roots of thought buried deep into it and every other Vex enslaved beneath it. The soft shimmer of white enveloped the Vex up to its knee joint. Then a hand reached out to it. The Vex felt a press against its cranium. A thumbprint. An activation code. Biometric data. The radiolaria inside it lit up with activity and noise, burning through its metal body. Then, disarticulated. It trembled and fell apart; limbs unjoined, chassis cracked and curled. A globule of radiolaria disseminated throughout the lake, reclaimed. But something called it to rise. Then, rejoined. Its pieces slotted together and moved flawlessly. It rose steadily, balanced, formed with utter perfection. The radiolaria slid from its body in droplets that separated, reformed, separated, reformed. Each one a mind. Each mind a thought. The Vex felt the soft split of its own mind as that thought sharpened in its cranium. A burst of light. A sharp spark. A choice. It looked to its creator and bowed. 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,
Khvostov 7G-0X
Khvostov 7G-0X Lore: “You don’t know how long I’ve been looking for you.” Day 1. The world is dead, but there’s peace in the mortuary silence. I’m born into this dead world, where dandelions grow up through layers of ash blanketing miles of desolate road. Day 673. There is a stretch of land, a canyon through which water once flowed. A canal cut into the earth, bristling with derelict ships and countless dead. Flowers bloom in many desiccated carcasses. Each component of this world’s decomposition has a purpose: water flows, cities decay, flowers bloom. Yet still I search for mine. Day 1,857. Oceans are vast, lonely expanses. Though life flourishes in the depths, it’s not life that I’m looking for. I thrive on death—search for death. Perhaps my purpose lies below the water, but it’s dark, and lonely, and I… I don’t want to look there yet. Not when there’s so much more horizon. Day 6,231. I was careless and someone shot me from all the way across a field. The bullet only chipped my shell, but it spun me around and left me shaken. I don’t know who they were or even why I was targeted. I played dead, and no one came for me. I laid in the tall grass for nine days. It rained on the fifth. I acquainted myself with the ants. They are survivors. Day 36,725. This world is dead, but life is threatening a return. I don’t know when I’ll ever fulfill my purpose, but I know what I am. I’m a ghost haunting the grave of humanity. A Ghost with a calling. 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
Lethal Abundance
Lethal Abundance Lore: One can, indeed, have too much of a good thing. 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.
Veiled Threat
Veiled Threat Lore: Don’t let it hang over you. “Thank you for speaking with me, Ghost,” Saint said. The Exo was seated in the H.E.L.M., the Guardian’s Ghost floating in front of him. “Anytime, Saint. What can I do to help?” Saint leaned back in his seat, considering. “You and the Guardian have seen those Vex with the rings around their necks,” Saint continued, drawing a finger in a circle around his own neck. “‘Yokes,’ Osiris calls them.” Ghost nodded. “They are tethered to… something. And it is making them act strangely. Not like Vex at all! We do not know if it is a new Mind, or something else. Whatever crashed on Nessus seems to be the cause.” Ghost squinted, contracting his shell. Saint spoke carefully. “I wonder if it is the same as when the Witness spoke through you. Took control of you.” Ghost looked away, his central eye darting back and forth. He hummed in thought. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, though. Not even the Vex! It was horrible.” Ghost bobbed in emphasis, his shell shivering. Then he swayed sharply, as if shaking away the memory. “Did you speak with Osiris about it?” Saint-14 asked. “I imagine that you both share something in common in your individual experiences… him with Savathûn, and you with the Witness.” Ghost shook his shell in a sign of “no.” Saint looked at him quizzically. “I didn’t want to bring up any bad memories for him,” he admitted. “And it’s hard to talk about.” “I’m sorry,” Saint said. “You are safe with us now.” Ghost went quiet, contracting his shell flaps pensively as he looked down. “I know it will take time for you to feel safe again.” Ghost nodded. When he spoke again, his voice was low, and the trill of his shell was softer. “When it was just my voice, that first time on Europa, it was scary. It made me feel like I couldn’t trust myself. But when it happened again on Neptune, and then got so much worse with the Veil… I almost wished my Guardian had…” Saint was silent, listening intently. He gave a soft nod of encouragement. “Do you think what’s happening on Nessus is the same thing?” Ghost said, concerned. “I hope not,” Saint answered. He reached out and carefully patted Ghost on the edge of his shell. “But it is only the Vex! I am certain we have nothing to fear.” Discover More Weapons Here
The Riposte
The Riposte Lore: Bare your blade. 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.
No Hesitation
No Hesitation Lore: “He is the closest thing I will ever have to a son.” Aboard Empress Caiatl’s flagship, the Eligos Lex V, there is a community space of colorful cloth banners and solemn silence contained within a repurposed hangar bay. At the center of this area is a chunk of land harvested from a royal garden: a piece of the Cabal homeworld excised in haste on the day that Torobatl fell. Three gnarled trees, a bed of moss, spotted with tall grasses. “We’re initiating Operation Ahamkara.” As Commander Zavala’s voice booms over comms, Empress Caiatl rises from the moss and lumbers past gnarled wood, her meditation cut short. She is quick to descend the rocky stairs carved into the side of her fragmented world, past numerous handwritten messages from her people bound to twisting roots protruding from the soil, messages to those who were left behind. Pleas for forgiveness. Promises of revenge. “Empress.” There is a palpable tension in Valus Forge’s voice as he hurries into the hangar, breezing past Caiatl’s tusked honor guard as he does. “I heard,” Caiatl replies. “We ready our fleet for the signal to depart. As Valus, you will lead our ships into the breach the moment the commander gives the all clear.” Saladin Forge hesitates. His gaze drifts down, and Caiatl sees a foreign moment of vulnerability in him. For a moment, Saladin hears doors slamming shut. Sees Lady Jolder’s face consumed by fire. Caiatl stops beside Saladin, facing away, shoulder to shoulder. For a moment, she, too, hesitates. Her massive hand gently taps his shoulder. “I let him leave again.” Caiatl feels the weight in Saladin’s voice. The specter of Zavala’s past haunts this moment beyond the nightmares on the Leviathan. “I wasn’t there for him when Hakim died,” Saladin adds quietly. Caiatl watches him as he speaks his truth, looks into his eyes, sees him. She understands. “Zavala held on to that guilt like a bleeding wound,” she offers. “If he should fall, do not repeat his mistakes. It will not be guilt for you. It will be a battle standard you hold aloft for the universe to see.” Saladin’s gaze does not waver from Caiatl’s. She sees him. “I don’t want that day to come.” “I know.” Discover More Weapons Here
