Heretic’s Fervor
Heretic’s Fervor Lore: For some, the Drift never ended. Eido took a modest sip from the Ether rebreather, then passed it back to Variks. Though she was savoring the silent hiatus from her research, something from a previous conversation with Eramis weighed on her mind. “Is machine-made Ether really so different?” Eido asked. “It’s chemically identical to the naturally occurring product on Riis.” Variks shrugged his lower arms dourly. “You have been raised in machines. Fed by them. You can no longer separate their spirit from yours.” “My mother was a Ketch!” Eido quipped. Variks responded to the familiar joke with a pensive chitter. “During the Long Drift, Eliksni were thankful for our machines. They were saviors in an age of grief and survival.” “But in time,” Variks continued, “Ketches became prisons. Servitors became jailers. None felt this more than Fikrul.” “Is that why he spoke against the Servitors?” “He spoke against Eliksni dependency,” Variks corrected her. “And against the traditions that bound us to a dead world.” “That is why so many supported him,” the Vandal continued. “Even those hatched during the Drift. A song in their blood told them that we had forgotten our natures. That we were diminished by our worship of the machines.” Variks returned the rebreather with a slight bow. “Yes, machine-made Ether is chemically identical to that of Old Riis,” he concluded. “But the spirit…” He trailed off into a pensive chitter. “I think I understand,” Eido murmured. She took another sip of Ether, and for the first time, tasted the metallic tang she had never realized was there. 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
Tomorrow’s Answer (Adept)
Tomorrow’s Answer (Adept) Lore: Could you please repeat the question? Yara slammed a rocket into her launcher. “These crates really skimp on quantity.” “Sadhij is down.” Trestin turned to Yara. “This one’s alone.” The words had barely escaped her when a Warlock brimming with Void Light Nova Warped past them. Yara turned and launched a rocket over Trestin’s head. The opposing Warlock concentrated her aura of Void energy into her hand and unleashed a supernova blast. The two projectiles collided; void and flame ripped through each other and burst outward, sending all three fighters in different directions. Yara groaned as her vision began to clear. Her head sang a familiar tune of disoriented pounding and Auto Rifle fire. Fresh blood ran from rigid shrapnel protruding from her leg. “Trestin… check in.” No answer. Yara reached blindly through dust and particulate to recover her weapon, but found only scattered bits of stone and debris. Static streaked through her visor, throwing heat signatures directly in front of her through the swirling dust. She knocked the side of her visor to clear the interference. A violet shockwave pushed away the dust. Trestin knelt a few paces away, beaten. The Warlock bent her glowing hand into Trestin’s chest plate, lodging a vortex grenade into her armor. Yara met her eyes and saw the Void overtake her. She did not hear the scream, or the splitting armor. She only saw flickers of Trestin break apart and scatter as the vortex ate away at her. Yara shook the shock-hold on her mind and pulled her Sidearm. She snap-fired a round into the Warlock’s shoulder. The Warlock recoiled from the force and whipped an open palm of malformed Void at Yara, releasing unstable energy that shattered the pistol’s frame into ragged scraps. “No more of that.” “That was cruel. She didn’t deserve…” “None of us ‘deserve.’ It’s about what you can get.” The Warlock smiled and raised a hand of gnarled Void. “Brace yourself.” Discover More Weapons Here
Tomorrow’s Answer
Tomorrow’s Answer Lore: Could you please repeat the question? Yara slammed a rocket into her launcher. “These crates really skimp on quantity.” “Sadhij is down.” Trestin turned to Yara. “This one’s alone.” The words had barely escaped her when a Warlock brimming with Void Light Nova Warped past them. Yara turned and launched a rocket over Trestin’s head. The opposing Warlock concentrated her aura of Void energy into her hand and unleashed a supernova blast. The two projectiles collided; void and flame ripped through each other and burst outward, sending all three fighters in different directions. Yara groaned as her vision began to clear. Her head sang a familiar tune of disoriented pounding and Auto Rifle fire. Fresh blood ran from rigid shrapnel protruding from her leg. “Trestin… check in.” No answer. Yara reached blindly through dust and particulate to recover her weapon, but found only scattered bits of stone and debris. Static streaked through her visor, throwing heat signatures directly in front of her through the swirling dust. She knocked the side of her visor to clear the interference. A violet shockwave pushed away the dust. Trestin knelt a few paces away, beaten. The Warlock bent her glowing hand into Trestin’s chest plate, lodging a vortex grenade into her armor. Yara met her eyes and saw the Void overtake her. She did not hear the scream, or the splitting armor. She only saw flickers of Trestin break apart and scatter as the vortex ate away at her. Yara shook the shock-hold on her mind and pulled her Sidearm. She snap-fired a round into the Warlock’s shoulder. The Warlock recoiled from the force and whipped an open palm of malformed Void at Yara, releasing unstable energy that shattered the pistol’s frame into ragged scraps. “No more of that.” “That was cruel. She didn’t deserve…” “None of us ‘deserve.’ It’s about what you can get.” The Warlock smiled and raised a hand of gnarled Void. “Brace yourself.” Discover More Weapons Here
Crowning Duologue
Crowning Duologue Lore: The stage is yours. It took a full seven minutes before Lord Shaxx stopped pretending that the screen in front of him was transmitting a live Crucible match and not a looped recording. He finally let out an aggrieved sigh and folded his arms across his chest. “Forge.” “If you can spare a few moments,” Lord Saladin said, with grim humor, “I wanted to talk.” Shaxx leveled his helmet in Saladin’s direction. Saladin returned his stare. “Fine. It isn’t a matter of wanting. We need to talk.” Saladin braced himself. “About Twilight Gap.” Shaxx turned to face Saladin, arms sliding down to his sides. His chest expanded as he filled the great bellows of his lungs. “You made the right call,” Saladin said, quickly. There was a muffled, choked sound from beneath Shaxx’s helmet. “We’ve always known that much.” Saladin’s mouth twisted unhappily. He turned his gaze to the City’s horizon, feigning interest in a flooded crater near the outskirts. “Even if I refused to admit it.” “You saw hope where I couldn’t. I told myself your defiance was grandstanding.” Saladin laughed ruefully. “I’d given up. But you—you and your fireteam bought us time. Enough time for all of us to change.” Shaxx stood unmoving. They both waited in protracted silence. At last, Saladin sighed. “After all these years, after everything… I trust your judgment. I just wanted you to know that.” Shaxx’s helmet shifted, just slightly. “Before the end?” “Before whatever comes next.” Shaxx nodded slowly. “You know, I had a host of incredibly scathing comments prepared for this moment.” Saladin smiled. “I bet you did.” Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharma bro wtf bro
Faith-Keeper
Faith-Keeper Lore: Never falter, never break. ACCESS: RESTRICTED DECRYPTION KEY: 73XK5V2PG1$AUN-326 REP #: 18020-VIP-2029 AGENT(S): IKO-006 SUBJ: Eliksni Quarter VIPs 1. We’ve intercepted an internal communication within the Eliksni Quarter between VIP #1889, the Spider, formerly known as the Baron of the Tangled Shore, and prior to that, Rakis of the House of Wolves, and VIP #4143, Eido, Scribe of the House of Light and adoptive daughter of VIP #3987, Mithrax, “Kell of Light.” The conversation regards VIP #2029, Eramis the Shipstealer. 2. This communication between #4143 and #1889 took place over an encrypted connection between a Botza District terminal and a personal datapad owned by #4143. It was not difficult to access. Security protocols should be reviewed and relayed to #3987 to avoid any future external data breach. 3. Communication has been transcribed below. Background noise and nonverbal communication is described in annotations. SPI: Scribe. EID: Spider. SPI: Well, now that we’ve gotten the pleasantries out of the way… Note: Here the recording captures two seconds of muffled noise and an indistinct sound, possibly of several large, heavy objects dropped on a tile floor. EID: Now’s not a good time. SPI: I don’t care. I know what you’re up to. You’re not covering your tracks, and the Vanguard won’t like you looking into Eramis’s whereabouts. Note: Here the recording captures approximately three seconds of silence. EID: W-Well… I can’t imagine the Vanguard would like what you’re doing, either! Shall I tell them? SPI: Hah! Is this your first blackmail? Very sloppy, little Scribe. Come now, we’re past this. You know I have your best interests at heart. Note: Here the recording captures one second of short, barked laughter from VIP #4143. EID: I don’t believe— SPI: That’s not my problem. Why are you looking for Eramis? I’ve told you she isn’t listening. EID: Eramiskel has lost a great deal of support— SPI: Yes, yes. Her House is in shambles. What else? EID: I had hoped— SPI: This again? EID: I had HOPED— SPI: She’s gone. For good this time. No House, no Witness. And from what I hear, even Xivu Arath has given up on her. EID: That’s precisely why— SPI: Do you know your father talked to me about this obsession of yours? He wants this to stop, but he also knows you won’t listen to him. EID: What? But she saved his life! SPI: And the debt is paid. Give up, Eido! It’s pathetic. She doesn’t care about you. She never has. Note: Here the recording captures eleven seconds of high-pitched wheezes punctuated by a staccato clicking noise from VIP #4143. SPI: Don’t—I didn’t— EID: You might not see the good in people, but I do. And I will never give that up. I don’t want to live in a world where no one can change, and nothing can get better. Eramis needs to know that, and I won’t stop trying to tell her. Note: Here the recording captures two seconds of a rolling, filtered sigh from VIP #1889. Communication ceases. 4. I advise continuing to monitor #4143’s personal logs. Any unauthorized and unsupervised contact with House Salvation could have dire consequences. 5. Additionally, I advise approaching EKS-443 for greater cultural context on Eliksni non-verbal communication. MESSAGE ENDS Discover More Weapons Here
Dragon’s Breath
Dragon’s Breath Lore: Burn the world. Burn it all. “You buying?” asks the bored clerk. Ariadne isn’t listening. She scowls at the display case. “Look at this thing, Enoch. How is it a dragon? It’s barely a shark. Crux should have called it Shark’s Breath.” “Shark’s Breath doesn’t sound dangerous. Unless you’re underwater, I guess,” Enoch says. At his side, Marcus studies the case. “Exactly! While my dragon has been legally recognized as cool.” Ariadne points to the gleaming crimson dragon painted along the side of her Sparrow. “No contest.” “Could be a contest,” Marcus says. He looks to the clerk. “Do you do samples?” Ariadne’s eyes light up. Twenty minutes later at the City’s outskirts with waivers signed, Enoch hoists the rocket launcher onto his shoulder. Its shark’s face grins at Ariadne. “You can do it,” says Didi. She and Ghost hover above the group, ready to record. “Ari, you get five seconds head start so you’d better gun it,” Marcus says. “And… Go!” Ariadne’s Sparrow screeches away as Enoch counts, fires, and lowers the rocket launcher. “You really think this is a race Gris can win?” Enoch asks. The rocket arcs towards her, bright in the sky. Marcus leans in and claps his shoulder. “Not a chan—” A ball of flame rises from the landscape as the rocket impacts the Sparrow. “Now that’s cinema,” Didi says, satisfied. 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./span>
Sleepless
Sleepless Lore: “I see our path ahead, full of despair and hardship, and I will walk it with joy in my heart.” —Sjur Eido Sjur snorts and coughs as she wakes herself up from a sound sleep. “You were drooling,” Mara says. She’s perched in a divan nearby. There are books open all around her. She has dog-eared dozens of pages. “I was dreaming,” Sjur says, wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand. “I saw you on a great black triangle. You split it in two with your bare hands.” “Mm.” “And I was dead, I think.” She cracks her neck with a deliciously loud pop. “Or… trapped? Like in a maze. But pretty close to figuring my way out.” “Mhm.” Sjur stands up to stretch. She does not mind that Mara is not listening. Let her read. “And there was another woman with you.” “On the triangle,” Mara murmurs. “Mm. Yeah. She was helping. Then your brother showed up, and…” She shakes out her arms, frowning thoughtfully. The dream is already fading. “He said, ‘Tropaea.’ Or maybe it was, uh, ‘Tropical.’ Anyway.” 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
Crux Termination IV
Crux Termination IV Lore: Partnership between opposites generates tremendous force. 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.
Semiotician
Semiotician Lore: Interpret the signs. Eido of the House of Light, Scribe log Epsilon-2-12A I have received a gift from Eris Morn! It is a collection of Hive tomes on the nature of their runes and the rituals that they compose. I delved into the tomes immediately. They were very useful once I was able to decipher her notes, neaten the pages, and remove her blank bookmarks—which I hope were not placed there for some purpose. I could not find a pattern to their insertion, even when they had arrows pointing to underlined passages. At this point in my studies, I believe I have some insight into the way that these runes affect their magic. As Eris has explained to me, each rune is a logogram that encompasses many, and at times, contradictory meanings. Curiously, some denote the particular Light energies used by Guardians and predate the acquisition of the Light by Savathûn’s brood. The style employed in inscribing the runes is unique to their practitioner. For instance, the runes that Eris writes follow concentric circles, while Savathûn composes long, tangential strings of runes. Runes also adorn many Hive weapons in long columns. I understand that Eris is now devising a ritual that requires the composition and empowerment of many Hive runes. I must remember to wish her luck. 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
Crowning Duologue
Crowning Duologue Lore: The stage is yours. It took a full seven minutes before Lord Shaxx stopped pretending that the screen in front of him was transmitting a live Crucible match and not a looped recording. He finally let out an aggrieved sigh and folded his arms across his chest. “Forge.” “If you can spare a few moments,” Lord Saladin said, with grim humor, “I wanted to talk.” Shaxx leveled his helmet in Saladin’s direction. Saladin returned his stare. “Fine. It isn’t a matter of wanting. We need to talk.” Saladin braced himself. “About Twilight Gap.” Shaxx turned to face Saladin, arms sliding down to his sides. His chest expanded as he filled the great bellows of his lungs. “You made the right call,” Saladin said, quickly. There was a muffled, choked sound from beneath Shaxx’s helmet. “We’ve always known that much.” Saladin’s mouth twisted unhappily. He turned his gaze to the City’s horizon, feigning interest in a flooded crater near the outskirts. “Even if I refused to admit it.” “You saw hope where I couldn’t. I told myself your defiance was grandstanding.” Saladin laughed ruefully. “I’d given up. But you—you and your fireteam bought us time. Enough time for all of us to change.” Shaxx stood unmoving. They both waited in protracted silence. At last, Saladin sighed. “After all these years, after everything… I trust your judgment. I just wanted you to know that.” Shaxx’s helmet shifted, just slightly. “Before the end?” “Before whatever comes next.” Shaxx nodded slowly. “You know, I had a host of incredibly scathing comments prepared for this moment.” Saladin smiled. “I bet you did.” Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor.
