Igneous Hammer (Adept)
Igneous Hammer (Adept) Lore: Forged by fire and might. “You don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to,” Ikora said. “I’d understand.” From the other side of the library, Aunor scowled. She was perhaps the most diligent of the Hidden, having dedicated herself to the unpleasant task of hunting down tainted Guardians. But that was precisely what worried Ikora. Each time they met, she seemed a little gaunter than before. A little testier. Was this crusade beginning to take a toll? Was it a mistake to give her another assignment instead of a vacation? “I stand by my promise,” Aunor snapped before transmatting out. That had not alleviated Ikora’s concerns one iota . She let out a sigh and rubbed her temples. She couldn’t dwell on it for long, however. The air crackled again. When Ikora opened her eyes, Saint was standing exactly where Aunor had been, moments ago. “Ikora Rey, I am sorry to come unannou—” “How did you get in here?” she blurted. No one but the Hidden knew where her private library was. Or so she had thought. The Exo stared at her, confused. “I—I transmatted,” he said simply. He tried again. “I am sorry, but I must speak with you.” “No, I’m the one who should apologize. Please, sit.” She hurried to clear the books piled around a pair of armchairs. “I got your message. It’s unfortunate this has happened a second time.” Saint sat, his massive frame dwarfing the chair. “Unfortunate, yes. Disturbing too. I fear…” He paused, looking away. Out the window, the afternoon sun had turned golden and begun sinking in the sky. “In battle, I know what to do. There are no doubts. The Trials was the same. But now, I do not know.” “I understand. Sometimes, it feels like these incidents are designed to make us doubt everything, even our own abilities.” Ikora sat beside him. “But there’s no one I’d trust more to helm the Trials at a time like this.” “Not even the man they are named for?” Saint let out a sad laugh. “He does not wish to, in any case. I ask and right away, he says he is too busy to care. Told me to shut them down, if I was so tired.” “Well, he is busy. He’s almost acting as a third Vanguard with this whole Cabal conflict. Perhaps after we come to terms with Caiatl…” “You misunderstand. I am glad he is busy. Busy is good. It distracts him from his loss. But he is still…” “Different?” “No. Yes, but more than that.” He shook his head in frustration. “When I told him about the incident, I thought he would worry, like me. Instead, he tells me to take notes next time. Said the data would be useful,” he spat in disgust. Ikora looked at Saint, expecting him to say more. When he didn’t, she sat back in her seat, thinking. She wasn’t exactly surprised. Osiris was an experimentalist , after all, and not a particularly sensitive one. And though this comment was certainly more callous than usual, she didn’t understand Saint’s concern. He seemed agitated, almost like he was angry at Osiris… “That must’ve been upsetting to hear, after what you went through,” she began slowly. Saint looked away, confirming her theory. “But I think his heart’s in the right place. We know so little about the Darkness. More data would indeed be very useful.” Saint said nothing. The light through the window splashed orange across his helm. “But,” she pressed on, “We shouldn’t endanger Guardians to get it. However Osiris feels about them now, the Trials started as a way to train fireteams, and they’re going to stay that way.” She stood, placing a hand on the Exo’s shoulder. “I swear to you.” He nodded, eyes still fixed on the horizon. “Good.” Discover More Weapons Here
Igneous Hammer
Igneous Hammer Lore: Forged by fire and might. “You don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to,” Ikora said. “I’d understand.” From the other side of the library, Aunor scowled. She was perhaps the most diligent of the Hidden, having dedicated herself to the unpleasant task of hunting down tainted Guardians. But that was precisely what worried Ikora. Each time they met, she seemed a little gaunter than before. A little testier. Was this crusade beginning to take a toll? Was it a mistake to give her another assignment instead of a vacation? “I stand by my promise,” Aunor snapped before transmatting out. That had not alleviated Ikora’s concerns one iota . She let out a sigh and rubbed her temples. She couldn’t dwell on it for long, however. The air crackled again. When Ikora opened her eyes, Saint was standing exactly where Aunor had been, moments ago. “Ikora Rey, I am sorry to come unannou—” “How did you get in here?” she blurted. No one but the Hidden knew where her private library was. Or so she had thought. The Exo stared at her, confused. “I—I transmatted,” he said simply. He tried again. “I am sorry, but I must speak with you.” “No, I’m the one who should apologize. Please, sit.” She hurried to clear the books piled around a pair of armchairs. “I got your message. It’s unfortunate this has happened a second time.” Saint sat, his massive frame dwarfing the chair. “Unfortunate, yes. Disturbing too. I fear…” He paused, looking away. Out the window, the afternoon sun had turned golden and begun sinking in the sky. “In battle, I know what to do. There are no doubts. The Trials was the same. But now, I do not know.” “I understand. Sometimes, it feels like these incidents are designed to make us doubt everything, even our own abilities.” Ikora sat beside him. “But there’s no one I’d trust more to helm the Trials at a time like this.” “Not even the man they are named for?” Saint let out a sad laugh. “He does not wish to, in any case. I ask and right away, he says he is too busy to care. Told me to shut them down, if I was so tired.” “Well, he is busy. He’s almost acting as a third Vanguard with this whole Cabal conflict. Perhaps after we come to terms with Caiatl…” “You misunderstand. I am glad he is busy. Busy is good. It distracts him from his loss. But he is still…” “Different?” “No. Yes, but more than that.” He shook his head in frustration. “When I told him about the incident, I thought he would worry, like me. Instead, he tells me to take notes next time. Said the data would be useful,” he spat in disgust. Ikora looked at Saint, expecting him to say more. When he didn’t, she sat back in her seat, thinking. She wasn’t exactly surprised. Osiris was an experimentalist , after all, and not a particularly sensitive one. And though this comment was certainly more callous than usual, she didn’t understand Saint’s concern. He seemed agitated, almost like he was angry at Osiris… “That must’ve been upsetting to hear, after what you went through,” she began slowly. Saint looked away, confirming her theory. “But I think his heart’s in the right place. We know so little about the Darkness. More data would indeed be very useful.” Saint said nothing. The light through the window splashed orange across his helm. “But,” she pressed on, “We shouldn’t endanger Guardians to get it. However Osiris feels about them now, the Trials started as a way to train fireteams, and they’re going to stay that way.” She stood, placing a hand on the Exo’s shoulder. “I swear to you.” He nodded, eyes still fixed on the horizon. “Good.” Discover More Weapons Here
Warden’s Law (Adept)
Warden’s Law (Adept) Lore: Fight. Win. Li- Li- Li- Li- Li- FATAL EXCEPTION HAS OCCURRED AT 0028:C001E36 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.
Warden’s Law
Warden’s Law Lore: Fight. Win. Li- Li- Li- Li- Li- FATAL EXCEPTION HAS OCCURRED AT 0028:C001E36 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.
Malediction
Malediction Lore: The price of power. “I understand that getting through the portal is important—” Crow began. “It’s more than important,” Osiris interrupted. “It’s our best chance to prevent the final shape, however the Witness conceives of it. Beyond that, it’s a chance to study paracausality at a level we’ve never had access to before.” “I get it, I get it,” Crow interjected. The Hunter was overseeing the unloading of Spider’s ship in the Eliksni Quarter. House of Light workers ferried crates into warehouses on ingenious Eliksni-made trollies. Normally, such a task would be outside of Crow’s purview, but Spider couldn’t be trusted to stick to his manifests, so here he was. Osiris stood back and watched the bustle with detachment. “I’ve heard all the reasons,” Crow continued. “And they all make sense. It’s just…” He paused, trying to find a delicate way of broaching the subject. “Savathûn,” Osiris provided, his voice tinged with foreboding. “Yeah,” Crow replied. He shook his head in dismay. “We worked so hard to put her away. And after everything we went through—what YOU went through—we’re just going to… bring her back?” Under his mask, Osiris’s lips pressed into a thin, tense line. In truth, the situation pained him greatly, but he would not allow his gnawing doubt to infect the young Hunter. When he spoke, his voice came out as smooth and measured as always. “Guardians sacrifice more than their lives in defense of humanity. More than their friends. Or their Ghosts.” “We sacrifice our peace of mind. In many ways, it’s our greatest loss,” Osiris said, imagining Saint’s concern. “But it’s the price we pay for the knowledge we bear. For the power we wield.” “I know,” Crow sighed, recalling Amanda’s empty spot in the Hangar. “I know.” Discover More Weapons Here
Something New
Something New Lore: “It’s new to me.” —Banshee-44 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.
Targeted Redaction
Targeted Redaction Lore: “Who?” —Osiris The neon-saturated skyline of Neomuna pops bright against the starry night sky. On a rooftop overlooking an empty, tree-lined plaza, Saint and Osiris sit in contemplative silence. They are making time for one another in the margins of their lives, pushing responsibilities aside as much as they can. “So, is she doing any better?” Osiris asks, breaking several minutes of peaceful silence. “Sloane,” he clarifies. “Every day is small progress,” Saint explains. “And even small progress is something to be proud of.” Osiris nods, watching the glittering lights in the distance. “It’s nothing short of a miracle that she survived all that time on Titan. A portion of Asher Mir also seems to have survived his dive into the Pyramidion. Don’t lose hope in the darkness,” he says, joining his hand with Saint’s. “Yes. Perhaps there is even hope for Brother Vance.” Saint offers. Osiris stares at him in prolonged silence. “Who?” Saint coughs and politely changes the topic. 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.
Epochal Integration
Epochal Integration Lore: “It is a wonder that we are still here. Keep it that way.” —Osiris The Ishtar Collective’s researchers knew no bounds: amidst a sea of their data, I found schematics for a weapon using the Veil’s paracausal field as supplemental power. However, it appears the weapon project was abandoned early. I hoped I could finish what they started, and so I share the fruits of my labor with you, Guardian. Fusing Golden Age designs with modern necessity involved considerable guesswork, made worse by the lack of an extant prototype. I took liberties with the original schematic, choosing what to preserve, what to discard, and how to harmonize elements separated by centuries. The first fabricated pieces clicked into place, and abstraction became reality. But it was not what I envisioned. Too cold, impersonal, and utilitarian. I confess, I was sorely tempted to discard everything and start over. Yet I knew if I gave in to that familiar impulse, the hours would slip into days, and the days into months, while I strained for the vanishing limit of perfection in vain. In the end, I asked Saint if he could suggest the finishing touches. Engraving a pattern into the steel was his idea. I took his word for it; aesthetic flourishes are not a strength of mine. The result is this weapon: a synthesis of disparate elements into an unexpected shape. I am eager to see what you add to it, Guardian. —Osiris 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,
Nation of Beasts
Nation of Beasts Lore: I can show you how we were in our prime. You need only ask, o student mine. She held the handgun pressed against Liu Feng’s head. Ouros blinked through the sweat. Liu Feng held the handgun against Ouros’s head. She shivered. Across the river, as if in a mirror, another Liu Feng and another Ouros looked back at them. Two Liu Fengs. Two Ouroses. Four handguns. The Liu Feng that was cold opened her mouth. “I wish…” When the shooting stopped, only the Guardians still lived. They stared at each other from across the river. “How did you know?” Liu Feng asked. “I could feel the heat of the Forge on my skin.” Ouros shook her head. “You could not?” Liu Feng shook her head also. “Forget these tricksters. They can teach us nothing. And you have so much left to learn.” 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.
Combined Action
Combined Action Lore: Built with modular parts for fireteams out in the field. 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.
