Tinasha’s Mastery
Tinasha’s Mastery Lore: “We called her Ashraven for her flight, and the ruin she left in her wake.” —Lord Saladin 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.
Insurmountable
Insurmountable Lore: Mountains must be devoured one bite at a time. Life on the outskirts of the Tangled Shore was as desolate as ever, yet the few remaining Eliksni there heard the reports and knew: it was time to leave. “How much farther to the Ketch?” a Dreg gasped, a mountain of the crew’s effects lashed to his back and balanced in his arms. “We’d have been there by now if you hadn’t destroyed our last Pike,” a Vandal snarled at him. Suddenly, a soft cry lilted into the air. Loud and desperate. Almost childlike. The Dreg stopped in his tracks, listening. “Do you hear that?” He rushed ahead and found a lone hatchling, crawling and wailing a song of abandonment deep within a crater. “The hatchling is—is—surrounded by Dark Ether!” the Dreg exclaimed. The Vandal grabbed the Dreg by the back of his neck. “You fool! We have to go!” she yelled. But it was too late. A cluster of bloodthirsty Revenant Scorn descended on them, leaving nothing but their screams to echo across the landscape. *** A lone Legionary clad in blue followed a sound, a cry that lilted across the barrenness of the Tangled Shore. The sound became louder and more desperate. Almost childlike. He discovered a lone hatchling, wailing a song of abandonment deep within a crater. Carefully, the Legionary lowered himself into the fissure. He comforted the hatchling who quickly clung to him amid the Dark Ether that swirled around. A war cry erupted from above as a cluster of Revenant Scorn descended. The Legionary quickly dispatched one and shoved a grenade in its grotesque mouth before lobbing it back up toward its brethren. As it exploded, bits and pieces of the entire pack rained down around the Legionary and the hatchling, who cowered behind him. The last remaining Scorn attacked from behind, pinning the Legionary to the ground, sending his weapon flying. The putrid monster lashed out but stopped suddenly, howling in pain. The Legionary turned to see the chubby hatchling latched onto the Scorn’s leg, teeth lodged deep in its flesh. Without hesitation, he lunged for his sidearm and placed a bullet neatly in the Scorn’s head. He lovingly scooped up the unharmed hatchling, wiped the ooze and drool from its mouth, and bellowed with laughter. “You have just eaten the first of many mountains—a true Cabal from this day forward, little one!” Discover More Weapons Here
Anonymous Autumn
Anonymous Autumn Lore: A lesson in the art of falling. 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.
The Call
The Call Lore: “We go together.” A wheezy blast of smoke vents out of the Gray Pigeon’s engines. Its thrusters wind down, failing to initialize. “When was the last time you had this rust bucket serviced?” Osiris wonders aloud, running a hand along the pockmarked side of the jumpship. “Better yet, when was the last time you even flew it?” Saint-14 shouts indistinctly from the cockpit. Hammering follows, and then another weary whine from the engines before a dusty blast of smoke sputters from the exhaust. Osiris makes a soft sound in the back of his throat and ducks under one of the wings. “Don’t,” Saint blurts out as he emerges from the cockpit, stopping Osiris before he can set foot on the stairs. “You need a new ship.” “I say ‘don’t’ and still you criticize,” Saint grumbles, lumbering down the steps. “She is a good bird, flies well. It has just been a little while. She is… sleepy.” Osiris swipes a finger along the hydraulics. “She certainly is,” he quips while Saint glowers tenderly from nearby. “Didn’t you have Miss Holliday—” He stops and lowers his gaze. “Ah, yes…” “I am not one to easily trust another’s hands,” Saint says as he approaches Osiris, lacing their fingers together. “And… I have not had time to maintain the ship myself.” Osiris leans into the touch and presses his free hand to Saint’s breastplate. “But I have to be ready to answer Zavala’s call when the time comes.” Osiris shakes his head, looking up into Saint’s eyes. “We answer that call together. I will not leave you aside to wander off into another dimension without me again.” His hand at Saint’s chest curls into a fist. “Never again.” Saint wants to fight, but it is one battle he knows he will not win. Instead, he lifts the hand he holds to his mouth and presses a kiss to Osiris’s knuckles. “Never again.” Discover More Weapons Here
Breachlight
Breachlight Lore: It has been melted and reforged many times. 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.
Aberrant Action
Aberrant Action Lore: From thought to action, from threat to war. Baron Kalliks looked down on Nessus from the command deck of his Ketch, watching with suspicion. “There is something down there,” Kalliks said darkly. “The Vex respond to it. The entire planet responds to it.” The Vandal at his side looked at him, expecting a command. Kalliks narrowed his eyes, then turned to the console beside him. He had heard the older Eliksni of his House speak of the “Great Machine,” their voices full of hissed venom at its mention. Something had erupted from it, and House Dusk scavengers had seen the arc of light that trailed down to Nessus. How, then, to proceed? The Vanguard’s comms were near-impenetrable, but the Eliksni had scraped one word from them: “anomaly.” Kalliks drew one claw over the surface of the console’s screen, over the strings of data flashing across it. Orbital changes. Seismic disturbances. And worse, a surge of Guardians crawling through the Vex tunnels, likely stealing vital information. That pathetic AI in its broken body of a ship had begun sending teams of those machine-spawn on tactical operations. It had jammed House comms and disrupted their scavenging, wasting lives and resources. The Eliksni Baron turned sharply. The Dregs behind him jumped to attention under his gaze, then bowed with their two remaining arms outstretched, clacking their mandibles nervously. “Ready the cages,” Kalliks called out. “Arm the mines!” The Dregs scurried out of the room to obey his command. “What is your plan?” the Vandal at his side asked. Kalliks put one hand on the barrel of his scorch cannon. “Capture Vex, break apart their minds, and find out what they know. Look for the ones with rounded heads, or with the light around their necks. They’ll have what we need. This thing, this ‘anomaly’… We will find it first.” Discover More Weapons Here
Controlling Vision
Controlling Vision Lore: “Once you see how the balance is tipped against us—once you see doom coming, inexorable and cold—then you must act.” —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.
Buried Bloodline
Buried Bloodline Lore: Shallow graves give way to old vendettas and hungry claims. Fikrul stands on the bridge of a seized Ketch. Ravagers keep watch over a handful of Eliksni that remain to pilot the vessel. Five heavily armored Scorn kneel before Fikrul, their heads bowed in reverence. Fikrul steps forward. “Dark rumors whisper from the Dreaming City. The Reef hunts us. The Darkness claims us. And our father is not returning. But even without Uldren Sov, new Scorn still rise. Old Scorn still live, unseen.” Fikrul waits for silence before looking beyond the five armored Scorn knights to the greater horde that gathers. He turns and points his staff at the pilots. “These Eliksni, they speak of Scorn risen on Earth, where dead things will hunt them, or Darkness claims them.” “We serve only Scorn!” Fikrul raises his staff above his head. “We will bring them home. Open their minds, as I have for you. As I will for all Scorn!” The horde gnashes and cheers. “Rathil, Malaris, Vrysiks, Nymeks, Sirloks. Ascend!” commands Fikrul over the commotion. The five armored Scorn stand. “You, loyal-sworn, will be my knights.” Scorn move from behind them to present the knights with staves made in the image of their leader’s. “Go to Earth. Bring brothers and sisters home, before Darkness claims them.” The knights bow. “Rathil.” Fikrul places a hand on the center knight. “You, will lead.” ***** Rathil enters the quarters of the Ketch’s dead captain to see Fikrul gazing at walls of bound tomes filled with Eliksni scrawl. Rathil could not understand the contents of these books, but his father had learned much from them. With time, he would learn to unravel their secrets as well. “Father… You called me? We prepare to leave.” Fikrul turns, a polished steel case in his lower arms. “I have one last gift for you.” Fikrul opens the case to display a clean-looking weapon—a sleek bolt-caster. Rathil could see its original Eliksni design, twisted, broken, and refashioned into something stronger, as he was. “Claimed from Kings by Wolves… Modified. Scorn, now. Like us.” “I am honored,” Rathil says, gently lifting the weapon from its case and bowing. Fikrul looks upon his son with pride. “I send you to claim Kings, as we once did as Wolves. Carry our history with you. Claim it. Bring it home.” Discover More Weapons Here
Indebted Kindness
Indebted Kindness Lore: There is so little left. And the cost, so high… 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.
Heliocentric QSc
Heliocentric QSc Lore: What anchors you in the vast cosmos? 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.
