Path of Least Resistance
Path of Least Resistance Lore: No charge greater. Eramis always looks Scorn in their eyes. “She does it to assert dominance,” she once heard one of her subordinates say. Rather than correct them, she let the rumor take root, and grow wild and fierce. There is no one left that she trusts enough to share the truth: Eramis always looks Scorn in their eyes because she’s desperate to see some faint flicker of the Eliksni they were before. The first time the Witness presents her with Phyris—with whom Eramis fought alongside in life—she wills her expression into something that resembles Human steel. “A gift,” claims the Witness, but Eramis cannot find her voice—not even to feign gratitude. She reaches up, grazes claws against the side of the Eliksni’s face, and searches for any sign of her friend. Yet all she sees in Phyris’s eyes is her own reflection, glassy and alien. Eramis wants to scream; part of her is grateful when Phyris sinks teeth into the flesh of her forearm, giving her an excuse. One that doesn’t make her appear weak. 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.
Hollow Denial
Hollow Denial Lore: “Never forget what is taken from you.” Kethiks, the Yet-Proven, had spent three lunar orbits surveying the small village. He was not the first Captain to strike here, but while others had come for killing or labor, his clutch of Vandals came for something else. A Lightbearer resided in the village—a demon who had killed many of his friends. A demon who had shattered the Captain whose place Kethiks had taken. It was Kethiks’s duty to seek revenge, to hunt this demon, and clear the death debt. Those were the words House Devils had sent with Kethiks. But to Kethiks, this demon’s life paid more than vengeance. Its life paid glory. The same glory Kethiks’s father, Ykriis, claimed when he felled a Lightbearer in single combat, took its tiny machine and drank of its divine Ether. Soon that glory would be Kethiks’s as well. Soon his position would be recognized for more than its circumstance. Vandals crept on either side of Kethiks, maneuvering through tall grass with quiet anticipation. Where the grass died off to tilled soil and log walls, they paused, waiting for Kethiks’s command. He would not launch flares to declare their strike. He would not give the Lightbearer time to plan. As the rear-guard Dregs joined the rest of his raiding party, Kethiks ignited an Arc spear and raised it against the night. The signal: attack! The raiders descended, expecting a paltry guard. They were soon met by stiff resistance. The Captain tore through to the heart of the village, hunting for the demon who commanded the defense. He spotted the demon in the midst of the fighting. Kethiks strode forward, seizing a defiant Human in his path with his lower arms and flung her through a burning wooden structure. “DEMON!” he shrieked in Eliksni, brandishing his Arc spear. Before he could advance, a young Human defiantly stepped between him and the demon and brandished a blade. Kethiks assessed the “warrior” and clicked his mandibles in laughter, easily knocking the boy’s curved blade aside. The Captain taunted the youth with half-hearted thrusts that threw the small Human off balance. When he was finished toying with his prey, Kethiks drove the spear point through him. Kethiks looked up from the pinned youth to the demon and snarled. His eyes met the demon’s crackling own. The Captain raised his spear to charge— Discover More Weapons Here
Ager’s Scepter
Ager’s Scepter Lore: “One day, you will mold the world to your liking, dear brother, as I always have.” —Queen Mara Sov Mara Sov watched her brother imitate a swooping bird as he entertained a semicircle of children. They flocked to him as if the stories he spun were confections. Uldren lurched to his feet—his shadow casting a heroic pose against a canopy of towering Baryon trees—and thrust a slender blade into the air. “Straight through the storm!” he howled as Awoken children shrieked with laughter and applause. “That’s right. The two kestrels were like blades sailing on the wind,” he said, sheathing the fine steel. “As long as they were together, nothing could stop them.” Mara turned to survey the Awoken flotilla anchored deep within their borders, suspended around a floating starport. Soon they would disembark. This night was for revelry. For families to enshrine in their memories should loved ones fail to return. In the morning, Saturn waited. Far-off asteroids groaned like thunder, sending the children into a frenzy of gasps. “Sounds like Ager’s having another battle,” Uldren said, stepping onto a bench to get a better view. He brought a hand to his brow, as if sighting an advancing stormfront. A young Awoken child, no older than six, stood. Uldren watched the worry well in her eyes. “Is he okay? Can you see them fighting?” “Oh yes,” Uldren answered. “Come here.” The child stepped forward. “If I’m not mistaken, your name is Erith, isn’t it?” Uldren asked. The girl nodded, awestruck. Uldren pulled a looking glass from his belt and placed it in her hand. “Look where I’m pointing.” Erith followed the prince’s direction to a spot in the sky that flashed with color. “I see Ager!” she proclaimed proudly. “I see Rega!” Uldren patted her shoulder and smiled. “As long as the two of them are together, nothing can stop them. Just like us. Stand with your cousins, and you’ll be all right.” Mara met his eyes and stepped forward. “That’s enough. The prince has a long journey in the morning, and he must rest. Run along now.” Once the children were beyond eyesight, Mara’s expression shifted to a glare. “These stories…” She leaned into Uldren. “Stop filling their heads with nonsense.” Discover More Weapons Here
Retraced Path
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Ruinous Effigy
Ruinous Effigy Lore: From the many wings of ruin blows a wind that will reshape this dead world. “That’s not right.” Banshee-44 taps a spectral analyzer against the Effigy’s frame. Commander Zavala turns, closes the lid on a small golden weapon case, and walks to Banshee’s side. “What have you found?” “Well, it’s not petrified wood, but it is organic.” “That’s troubling,” Zavala says and moves to run his fingers over the weapon’s frame. “I wouldn’t.” A shallow cold saps the heat from Zavala’s fingertips; he pulls back. “This wasn’t in Eris’s report.” His voice is thin and stark with disappointment, as if spoken through dead winter air. “Guardian doesn’t seem to notice either.” Banshee clinks the analyzer into a tool tray. “Leeches a bit, kicks out Void. Sig’s hazy, though. Wild.” Long quiet overtakes the workshop, imposed by shuttered windows and empty streets below. They stand over the weapon. Banshee stares down and nods along to the ambient static. “What were you saying?” The weapon master’s voice is framed in apology. Zavala puts a hand on Banshee’s shoulder, smiles, and gestures to the weapon. “Equipment that uses the wielder’s Light is not unprecedented.” “It doesn’t use it; it eats it. Thing’s got an appetite. Works almost like, uh… a converter.” “Is it dangerous?” “Nah. Guardian doesn’t even seem to notice. I’ll get you a write-up.” Discover More Weapons Here
Divinity
Divinity Lore: Calibrate reality. Seek inevitability. Embody divinity. Lisbon-13 looked back toward where they’d left Yardarm-4. Separating the team always felt wrong, but Rekkana needed uninterrupted time to confer with the Senior Sybil, and if the Vex had detected their crash landing in the Black Garden, Yardarm-4 would give them that time. “You’ll have to move quickly,” the Sybil said to Rekkana. Lisbon-13 shared her secret channel; Rekkana trusted him. “The Vanguard have discovered that our order persists, as Osiris predicted.” “They’ll send a fireteam after us, then.” “And after any other Cryptochrons they learn of. But your path is more dangerous than most. The Circle has foreseen many fireteams following in your footsteps. You can find the knowledge the order seeks at the Tree.” “Can? Not will?” For the first time, Rekkana sounded concerned. “The Circle has had limited success in piercing the veil that surrounds the Black Garden, so the order offers no certainties. They say that a group of Guardians will discover secrets about the origin of the Black Garden at the Tree. The Oneiromantic Circle foresees no reason why it will not be the Kentarch 3.” “Nor can I. But…?” “There is another thread in the tapestry, entwined with this one. The Vex, or some fractal faction of them, worship or honor a… divinity there.” “The Black Heart? It was destroyed.” “Yes, but this is something different. An object. Something like a sacred relic. It is important to the Vex for reasons that we have not yet fathomed. The Circle has determined that it is dangerous—” “A Vex weapon?” “Perhaps,” the Sybil sounded annoyed at the interruption. “Rekkana, the Circle concluded that it is a danger to you.” “To me? But then, why send me on this mission?” “When the Circle dreamed of the object, you were beside it.” “All right. We’ll see what fate we will find ourselves in. Sybil…” Rekkana paused a long while. “I don’t know that we’ll see each other again.” “The veil around the Black Garden, the influence of the Vex—they make such matters difficult to know. I choose to believe we will meet again.” “Then I won’t say goodbye,” Rekkana said and closed the channel. Rekkana stood, eyes closed, for a time. Lisbon-13 waited. “Lisbon, when we find it,” she said, opening her eyes, “you should carry it.” “The object? This divinity?” “I can think of no one whom I’d trust more with it than you.” Discover More Weapons Here
Wavesplitter
Wavesplitter Lore: Omolon’s newest breakthrough uses focused sonic waves to superheat electrons into a devastating energy beam. From the makers of the Coldheart comes the latest in breakthrough City Age technology: the Wavesplitter. Here are the three most frequently asked questions we get about our revolutionary weaponized sound system. Q: If the Wavesplitter fires sound waves, does it need ammo packs? A: The Wavesplitter does need ammo packs, but the onboard matter transmuter turns that ammo into electrical energy that powers the waveform emitter. Q: What does it sound like when you’re hit by it? A: Our Guardian testers give us many different answers. Some say it sounds like a scream you hear in your bones. Others say it sounds like a dying star. Still others say it reminds them of a knife shaped like a B flat. Q: Can the Wavesplitter be used as a musical instrument? A: The Wavesplitter was not designed to be a musical instrument. That said, we at Omolon are in the business of giving Guardians options, not taking them away. 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.
Prometheus Lens
Prometheus Lens Lore: “Cryptarchs made a crystal that starts fires? Get me one. I don’t care how you do it. Go!” -Cayde-6 How’s it work? Ha! The underlying principles are quite simple, really. The gun’s pyreliophorite crystal- Pyreliophorite? It’s an Ionian crystal which bears some resemblance to rudimentary perovskite, which is, as you should know, a crystal with unique photovoltaic properties- Photovoltaic? It means “regarding the conversion of light into electricity.” No, no, the gun doesn’t create electricity; the gun induces an external combustion reaction. It’s perovskite that- I just explained the perovskite! If you’d stop interrupting- Wait. I remember you. You’re one of Cayde’s Hunters! Get out of here! Shoo! The Cryptarchy wants nothing to do with 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.
Coldheart
Coldheart Lore: Leverages liquid fuel veins as self-coolant to keep onboard projection generator at biting sub-zero temperatures. The Golden Age. Our shining history. The height from which we fell. Once, everything we had was borrowed from the past. Since the Collapse we have struggled to reclaim even a scrap of what our ancestors once took for granted. Over the years, Omolon has perfected the art of salvaging Golden Age technologies and repurposing them into effective Guardian weaponry. But Coldheart is something new. We didn’t find Coldheart. We didn’t adapt it or recycle it. We created it. Its liquid ammo, which doubles as its coolant, is a game-changer on its own—never mind Coldheart’s first-of-its-kind laser-powered trace weaponry. With Coldheart, we at Omolon are saying: we want more than to simply reclaim the Golden Age. We want to surpass it. 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.
