Alethonym
Alethonym Lore: I know your name. “Oh, I’ve always liked this one,” Petra says. She reads: “They say Nedhi was the first to try and chart the world. Her descendants would later number among the Gensym Scribes and the Corsairs of the salt glades, but in those early days Nedhi had one reigning obsession, which was to exhort the sixth tenet of the Awoken. To know and love the cosmos, she must find and name everything within her universe. “Nedhi held a Sanguine faith in our own crystalline and enduring perfection, and in the nobility of the observer. To record the existence of the Other must, like a mirror, reflect the Self. And so, in naming all that comprised the world she would describe how best to be Awoken. “She gave names to flora and fauna, to tectonic forces and tidal currents. To new, immortal terrors, and to the hidden purposes of unseen actions. In the end she cultivated great fame unto herself, and visitors began to make pilgrimages. Any indescribable emotion, Nedhi could make plain for you. Your problems, your fears, your maladies—in speaking them aloud, Nedhi made them bearable. Constrained by ontology.” Eido chitters eagerly. “But this is all metaphor,” she guesses. Petra shrugs, smiling. “Hard to tell, isn’t it? How can we be sure, unless someone was there to write the truth?” 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,
Wicked Sister
Wicked Sister Lore: The bad influence in the family. 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.
Liturgy
Liturgy Lore: It makes a circle. it pins the screeb quivering pustules it chants iirsoveks – di it cuts skin pain shriek spurt of dark ether squirming shas’ki iirsoveks it fastens chain to chain to chain to chain di di di it claws pustule tear skin shriek shriek shriek iirsoveks – di di di di skull crack silent it pries open shas’ki iirsoveks to chain to chain to blade it makes a circle di di di alive now a flicker of flame 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
Acosmic
Acosmic Lore: How may we endure the desolation of the absolute? The noise of the Bazaar was a background hum, the seemingly electric energy pulsating all around Sloane as she wandered among the Festival of the Lost vendors. A Human sold delicate pottery beside Eliksni weavers showcasing their intricate fabrics. There were platters of stuffed figs and mugs of Ether Fizz. A Bracus tended a flame below a spit. The charring meat sizzled with each turn, and war beasts lapped at the fat that trickled to the ground. Two Awoken Corsairs shared a roasted artichoke, both warming their fingers on the coal-blistered petals. Human and Eliksni children darted past, their laughter and chittering carried on the wind. Everything here struck Sloane’s senses as ruefully foreign and strangely dissonant. She’d missed so much. Her grief caught in her throat as the spiny shell of a Hive Ghost glided into view, and Sloane felt her jaw drop. She mentally noted even more questions for Zavala. Rehnpeir’s Drunken Noodle caught her eye up ahead, the sign blissfully familiar, and she sighed with relief for a moment. Aisha and Shayura waved her over to a table. “You made it,” Shayura said, affection laced into the edge of her voice. “I’m glad you’re here too,” Sloane said. “Both of you.” Aisha handed a steaming bowl to Sloane and put another in front of an empty chair. Aisha’s gaze followed Sloane’s. “Reed will always have a seat at our table,” Aisha said. Shayura nodded and offered a supportive but strained smile, and Aisha gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. Sloane looked down again at the bowl in front of her. Swirls of noodles and slices of meat soaked in the creamy broth, and the egg’s golden yolk pooled around the bok choy nestled beside it. She stared at her meal, as if to commit every noodle to memory. “Are you planning on eating it or painting it?” a voice teased from behind. Sloane turned to see Zavala standing beside her. A small laugh escaped from her lips. “I just… I’ve been waiting—wanting—for this for so long. Now that I have it, I… I almost don’t want this moment to end.” “We know how you feel,” Aisha said. “However, there’s good news,” Zavala quipped. “What’s that?” “You can savor the next bowl too.” Sloane grinned and lifted the first noodles to her lips. She savored the umami flavors, surprised by the complexity. “How is it?” he asked. “It’s different. But… still good.” A look of understanding passed between them, and Zavala gave her a reassuring smile. Discover More Weapons Here
Bitter/Sweet
Bitter/Sweet Lore: The ravenous chorus sings through my veins. Tristak howls as he tears the head off the offending Vandal. The other prisoners retreat to the corners. Still-twitching mandibles drip warm fluid down his armor. “None of you are worthy of the House Salvation banner!” Even the other warriors flinch. The civilians sob or throw up, the hopelessness of their situation becoming clear. “We fought for FREEDOM, we fought for JUSTICE, and you cowards betrayed your House!” Rage boils in Tristak’s throat, his fervor growing as the other prisoners pack themselves ever tighter. A rush of cold air sucks Tristak’s antennae backward. He cannot feel the presence of anyone behind him, but Tristak sees the terrified eyes of his fellow prisoners fixed far above his dripping plate. “RECKLESS YOUTH SMELLS SO SWEET, BUT I WILL VINT YOU TO YOUR TRUE POTENTIAL.” Tristak does not turn. He refuses to show fear. His neck snaps back. A single chord resonates within his thorax, and every molecule attunes to its bitter pitch. This melodic intoxicant soaks through Tristak’s muscles. The cacophony that follows fills him with fresh strength, writhing in harmony with its echoing pulse. “MY SWEET TONIC WILL BEAR YOU FORWARD. AND YOU WILL BEAR MORE, TO ME.” Tristak breathes in new life. The fog of his old ideals sloughs away as his focus is made sharp. The prisoners cry anew as he opens his slick mandibles wide to drink in their stench. Delicious. 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
Ignition Code
Ignition Code Lore: “I can decode anything with a grenade launcher.” —Saint-14 Ahrrha hauled a metal crate from the drop ship toward the haphazard Eliksni settlement. He moved slowly, matching the pace of his malnourished workmates. Though he had fasted during his trip, Ahrrha knew that his solid frame still made him stand out. He feared it would reveal him as the imposter and infiltrator he was, even while dressed as a House Salvation deserter. During the approach to Earth, Ahrrha had been overawed. The Last City looked like a perfect ripple of Light from above, dropped from the impassive form of the Great Machine. Ahrrha wondered for the first time in his life if the Spider was wrong about the Guardians. But his misgivings evaporated as soon as he emerged from the drop ship. Rather than living in a gleaming city of crystal, the Eliksni were packed into the bombed-out ruins of a former war zone. The area they’d been “given” appeared to be on the verge of collapse. Ahrrha sneered inwardly. Did the Guardians really believe that the Eliksni could be pacified so cheaply? That they were content to live under the boots of the Vanguard, gnawing at scraps? Perhaps it was true for fools like Misraaks, his Awoken-raised hatchling, and cowards like the Empty Weaver. But the Spider’s acquiescence would not be so easily bought. In fact, Ahrrha thought, the Spider could probably own this settlement within a year. The generosity and goodwill of House Light would soon crumble to greed and hubris, as they all did. And once Spider’s syndicate had a foothold, they would make the Vanguard pay. In Glimmer, weapons, Ether, and blood. Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravid
Lost Signal
Lost Signal Lore: “I think I’ve had a little too much peace and quiet.” —Failsafe The fireteam had made headway into a deeper part of Nessus, following a cave system that had opened up after seismic disturbances hit that sector of the planet. Failsafe followed their progress, keeping track of their location via a local feed. She saw what they saw and heard what they heard. They were a stoic bunch, Failsafe thought to herself. Didn’t talk much. She kinda liked that. But only kinda. She always felt as if she had to fill the silence. Was she annoying? Did she talk too much? Failsafe reviewed every fireteam feed she had ever recorded, running a thousand queries simultaneously, each one as useless as the last. Look at yourself, she said, pushing aside a barrage of query results that put strain on her processor. An AI with anxiety. Only the Golden Age could have produced something as ridiculous as that. “A large Vex force is amassing ahead,” she said helpfully. The fireteam signaled an acknowledgement but said nothing. Another set of notifications and queries began processing, and she turned her attention to them, reviewing and dismissing each one individually. The fireteam should have engaged the Vex by now, she thought. But there was no audio. It had suddenly dropped to silence. Concerned, she tried to pull up a visual on the fireteam leader’s location, but was met with a patchy network connection and the pitch-black interior of some long-forgotten cave. Losing connection to a feed felt like dropping a bowl of soup. That’s the way she described it to Ikora, who had looked at her curiously before changing the subject. Failsafe had seen many bowls of soup dropped when her crew was alive. The cautious, careful adjustment as the soup gets too close to the lip of the bowl. A hissed expletive as a splash of hot soup hits skin. The involuntary jerk as the bowl tips over and crashes to the floor. Then no more soup. Just a spill that needed to be cleaned up. A smear of incomplete data in need of deletion. The soup was too close to the lip of the bowl. She adjusted her sensors, widened her parameters. Balanced the data stream. There was nothing. Just nothing. “Fireteam leader,” she called out. “Please reestablish uplink to the H.E.L.M.!” The visual feed stuttered. Waves of static dissolved into an empty, grey wall of noise. Panic. “Fireteam leader,” Failsafe chirped. “Please respond!” There was no answer. She let the silence linger for too long. The connection was failing completely. She felt it hiss and spit. A power surge. Then it was over. Just a smear of data and a blank feed. “Hello?” The AI called into the empty feed, her voice small. No answer. Quietly, she retreated from the silence and the dark and back to the bright lights and familiar hum of the H.E.L.M. Discover More Weapons Here
Truthteller
Truthteller Lore: “If we wish others to accept the grim reality, we must break through every comforting illusion.” —Arach Jalaal 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.
Martyr’s Retribution
Martyr’s Retribution Lore: That which returns from the void will always seek revenge. “There seems to be no end to them. No matter how many I destroy, there are always more. An infinite, ceaselessly multiplying array of circuits and fluid. New units replace their ruined predecessors, forming out of sapphire transmat clouds. They want me dead. They won’t stop until I meet my demise. They persist. “For all their vast knowledge, they seem to have one blind spot. They should know by now, I also want them dead. “And I won’t stop either.” —Saint-14 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
Undercurrent (Adept)
Undercurrent (Adept) Lore: The river embraces all. Struggle is futile. 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.
