Axion Bolt A bolt of Void Light which forks into smaller bolts on impact, seeking out enemies. Movement Modes. Double Jump Bend momentum to jump again in mid-air. Leap to even greater heights, or make a quick adjustment while airborne to disorient your foes. Glide Break the bonds of gravity and convert your jump into a long, smooth glide. Cross dangerous terrain and float from perch to perch to keep the high ground. Blink Rip a hole in space and leap from point to point. Master the Blink, and you will be a fearsome killer - a spectral force, hard to evade and impossible to pin down.
Lift Leap into a powered jump. The long, slow arc makes you a target, but used carefully, it's a superb way to break contact, gain control of the high ground, or set up devastating ambushes. Super Abilities. Fist of Havoc Leap forward and smash the ground, obliterating everything nearby. You will be a thunderbolt - but use your fury carefully. If there are survivors, you will surely draw their wrath. Ward of Dawn Open a pocket in the universe, an impregnable fortress for you and your allies.
The mighty Ward allows Guardians to hold key points and gather their strength in the face of overwhelming opposition. Golden Gun Draw a hand cannon burning with Solar Light and loaded with three rounds of sunfire. Aim steady and keep your wits about you. You are a Gunslinger, and this is what you live for.
Arc Blade Set aside your weapons and lose yourself in the blade trance. Arc Light galvanizes your armor and hastens your movements, and when your knife finds a target it discharges a snap of annihilating current. For as long as the trance lasts, you are the very shadow of death. Nova Bomb Channel the Traveler's Light into a bolt of energy with the power of a collapsing star. The devastating Nova Bomb scours the battlefield with ethereal fire - but be careful in its use. It takes precious moments to summon, and it must be aimed precisely to avoid obstacles.
Radiance Open yourself to the Light. Glimpse, for a few rapturous moments, the truth beyond the powers you wield. A Warlock in a state of Radiance threatens to slip beyond the bonds of the material, shrugging off physical harm, channeling a torrent of abilities. Some may learn to elevate nearby Guardians, gifting them with power. Others, entranced by the Ghosts' power to reach beyond death, may learn to pluck themselves out of nothingness like the phoenix of ancient myth.
Primary Weapons. Stability is key to controlling fully automatic weapons. Style as a hallmark of victory. Suros engineers designed the Regime using recovered Golden Age schematics. Forced out of production by a crippling shortage of smartmatter, the few remaining models are cherished by those Guardians fortunate enough to wield them.
Hard Light Ionized polymer synballistic attack platform. The system's lethality is dynamically robust across tactical spaces. As the City's understanding of Golden Age methods expands, foundries continue to push the cutting edge of tactical armament. The Hard Light prototype is a showcase, built with the rarest recovered materials and the most computationally demanding design methods.
The design team included several specialist Exos and at least one Warlock thanatonaut. In its current iteration, the Hard Light design fires a superheated polymer round with exotic capabilities. Monte Carlo There will always be paths to tread and methods to try. Roll with it. Originally designed as a showpiece, the Monte Carlo's sleek demeanor and intricate firing system make it more than a fashion statement.
In the right hands, this beauty puts all the risk at the wrong end of its bayonet. Favoring accuracy above all else, the Scout Rifle packs increased stopping power to counter its low rate of fire. Entrenching tool. Avionics trawl. Troll smasher. Stellar sextant.follow url
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List continues. Few weapons are balanced this precisely. Once you get a feel for the Multi-Tool it will sit weightlessly in your hand. Firing it will feel less like an action and more like an extension of your will. The Fate of all Fools The wise man knows his fate. The fool merely finds it. The weapon gathers data on the target from the impact and spall of solid body shots, setting up a devastating final hit.
Three-round bursts provide added punch with reduced recoil compared to fully automatic weapons. Skilled shooters often walk the burst from the target's center of mass onto the head. Bad Juju "If you believe your weapon wants to murder all existence, then so it will. There must be. But none has been found.
Red Death Vanguard policy urges Guardians to destroy this weapon on sight. It is a Guardian killer. Only rumors tell of the mad Guardian who fashioned this butcher's tool. But its power is undeniable, and fear is a formidable weapon. Their low rate of fire and modest accuracy is more than made up for by their ease of handling and superior stopping power.
Hawkmoon Stalk thy prey and let loose thy talons upon the Darkness. The Hawkmoon is a true gunslinger's weapon - a smooth sidearm that makes every bullet count The Last Word "Yours Of course, some might say that time has come again. The facts won't sync with the reality, but they'll be close, and there's no one to say otherwise, so for all intents and purposes, this will be the history of a settlement we called Palamon and the horrors that followed an all too brief peace. I remember home, and stories of a paradise we'd all get to see some day - of a City, "shining even in the night.
We'd settled in the heart of a range that stretched the horizon. Wooded mountains that shot with purpose toward the sky. Winters were harsh, but the trees and peaks hid us from the world. We talked about moving on, sometimes, striking out for the City. But it was just a longing. Drifters came and went. On occasion they would stay, but rarely.
We had no real government, but there was rule of law. Basic tenets agreed upon by all and eventually overseen by Magistrate Loken. And there you have it I was young, so I barely understood. I remember Loken as a hardworking man who just became broken. Mostly I think he was sad. Sad and frightened. As his fingers tightened on Palamon, people left. Those who stayed saw our days became grey. Loken's protection - from the Fallen, from ourselves - became dictatorial.
Looking back, I think maybe Loken had just lost too much - of himself, his family. But everyone lost something. And some of us had nothing to begin with. My only memory of my parents is a haze, like a daydream, and a small light, like the spark of their souls. It's not anything I dwell on. They left me early, taken by Dregs.
Palamon raised me from there. The family I call my own - called my own - cared for me as if I was their natural born son. And life was good. Being the only life I knew, my judgment is skewed, and it wasn't easy - pocked by loss as it was - but I would call it good. Until, of course, it wasn't. Until two men entered my world. One a light. The other the darkest shadow I would ever know. I was just a boy, but I'll never forget his silhouette on the empty trail as he made his slow walk into town. I'd never seen anything like him. Maybe none of us had. He'd said he was only passing through, and I believed him - still do, but life can get in the way of intent, and often does.
I can picture that day with near perfect clarity. Of all the details though - every nuance, every moment - the memory that sticks in my mind is the iron on Jaren's hip. A cannon that looked both pristine and lived in. Like a relic of every battle he'd ever fought, hung low at his waste - a trophy and a warning. This man was dangerous, but there was a light about him - a pureness to his weight - that seemed to hint that his ire was something earned, not carelessly given.
I'd been the first to see him as he approached, but soon most of Palamon had turned out to greet him. My father held me back as everyone stood in silence. Jaren didn't make a sound behind his sleek racer's helmet. He looked just like the heroes in the stories, and to this day I'm not sure one way or the other if the silence between the town's people and the adventurer was born of fear or respect.
I like to think the latter, but any truth I try to place on the moment would be of my own making. As we waited for Magistrate Loken to arrive and make an official greeting, my patience got the best of me. I shook free of my father's heavy hand and made the short sprint across the court, stopping a few paces from where this new curiosity stood - a man unlike any other. I stared up at him and he lowered his attention to me, his eyes hidden behind the thick tinted visor of his headgear. My sight quickly fell to his sidearm. I was transfixed by it.
I imagined all the places that weapon had been. All of the wonders it had seen. The horrors it had endured. My imagination darted from one heroic act to the next. I barely registered when he began to kneel, holding out the iron as if an offering. But my eyes locked onto the piece, mesmerized. I recall turning back to my father and seeing the looks on the faces of everyone I knew. There was worry there - my father slowly shaking his head as if pleading with me to ignore the gift. I turned back to the man I would come to know as Jaren Ward, the finest Hunter this system may ever know and one of the greatest Guardians to ever defend the Traveler's Light And I took the weapon in my hand.
Not to use. But to observe. To imagine. To feel its weight and know its truth. That was the first time I held "Last Word," but, unfortunately, not the last. Thorn "To rend one's enemies is to see them not as equals, but objects - hollow of spirit and meaning. Its jagged frame hints at a sinister truth: a powerful connection to the unutterable sorceries of the Hive. The legend of Thorn is bound to the rise and fall of Dredgen Yor, a Guardian whose name is remembered with disgust and shame.
The weapon was thought destroyed And the people looked to him. For he was a beacon - hope given form, yet still only a man. And within that truth there was great promise. If one man could stand against the night, then so too could anyone - everyone. In his strong hand the man held a Rose. And his aura burned bright. When the man journeyed on, the people remembered.
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In his wake hope spread. But the man had a secret fear. His thoughts were dark. A sadness crept from the depths of his being. He had been a hero for so long, but pride had led him down sorrow's road. Slowly the shadows' whisper became a voice, a dark call, offering glories enough to make even the brightest Light wander. He knew he was fading, yet he still yearned. On his last day he sat and watched the sun fall. His final thoughts, pure of mind, if not body, held to a fleeting hope - though they would suffer for the man he would become, the people would remember him as he had been.
And so the noble man hid himself beneath a darkness no flesh should touch, and gave up his mortal self to claim a new birthright. Whether this was choice, or destiny, is a truth known only to fate. In that cool evening air, as dusk was devoured by night, the noble man ceased to exist. In his place another stood. Same meat. Same bone. But so very different. The first and only of his family.
The sole forbearer and last descendent of the name Yor. In his first moments as a new being, he looked down at his Rose and realized for the first time that it held no petals: only the jagged purpose of angry thorns. Three  unidentified [u. Made it. Helluva touch you got then. You a 'smith? Now, about that piece. You been? With that attitude.
The way you're just dismissin' us like you we're nothing You ain't near as rock solid as you figure. Fact is, special's only special 'til it's not. Was only making conversation. But experience has its advantages. You keep it up, we'll see just how loud you like to get. Guess he knows his place, boys. Or just thick? This world?
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Universal Remote To the untrained eye this beast is a junker. To the trained eye, however, this junker It took great care, and an incredible feat of fine-tuning, to craft a weapon that packs a close-quarters punch, yet has the range of a precision rifle.
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Universal Remote is that weapon. Invective "I tried to talk them down. They made a grab for my Ghost. After that it was a short conversation. An ideal fallback for situations that can't be solved by wit, quick talk, or pure intimidation, this modified shotgun uses a self-replicating magazine to keep its owner well-stocked for any and all trouble that waits beyond the City. The first implementation of this technology comes in the form of the Fusion Rifle. Users must hold the trigger down for a few moments to charge the weapon before firing. Pocket Infinity You cannot shake the feeling that this is less a weapon than a doorway.
Fireteam Tuyet died in the Ishtar Sink, hunting the secrets of the Vex. They must have come too close to something precious, for the Vex descended on them with their typical inscrutable, thorough violence. But their sacrifice was not in vain. The data they gathered helped forge the Pocket Infinity. Properly modified, the weapon should be capable of devastating output on just a single charge cycle. The Infinity's mechanisms have proven difficult, if not impossible, to replicate en masse. It is conceivable that the weapon draws its energy from the Vex networks So be wary with it.
Plan C Good fighters have contingency plans. Great fighters don't need them. Sharp reflexes keep you alive on the frontier - but no matter how fast you are, a fusion rifle can only charge so quickly. Enter the Plan C. When you draw the weapon, fast-rise capacitors and a smart induction system prime for firing. The 'ready fire' state only lasts a few moments - but in a gunfight, those moments matter.
Vex Mythoclast Some legends live forever. Others are overwritten - reshaped by the sheer will of those who believe that any ordeal can be conquered, any foe vanquished, any god cast down. The Mythoclast is a Vex instrument from some far-flung corner of time and space, mysteriously fit for human hands. Its origins, mechanism of action, and ultimate purpose remain unknown.
Perhaps it will reveal itself to you, in time The accuracy and power of the Sniper Rifle offers the best option for precise ranged attacks. Caliber and make differ, but a good sniper can always remove key threats. Patience and Time If you've got it, they'll never see it coming. Patience and Time is an assassin's dream. Enhanced sensor integration allows for target tracking while aiming down the sight, and those who work with the weapon and explore its deeper capabilities will find light-bending camouflage systems ready to interface with a Guardian's armor micromaterials.
Meant as an exploration of Golden Age weapon technology, the project was scrapped after only a single weapon reached the testing phase. The prototypes for the project's lone weapon are considered dangerous and unfit for field duty by the Vanguard. This hasn't stopped daring Guardians from seeking out the Ice Breakers - death, after all, is an occupational hazard. Heavy Weapons. There is no better battlefield equalizer.
Skilled users often aim for the ground beneath nimble targets. Gjallarhorn "If there is beauty in destruction, why not also in its delivery? Gifted to the survivors of that terrible battle, the Gjallarhorn is seen as a symbol of honor and survival. Truth " Smart warheads calculate and understand the user's intent upon firing. There may have been a time when warfare in the solar system was dominated by lightning-quick AI weapons and swarms of autonomous munitions. If so, that time is past. The Traveler's Light has given rise to an age of heroes with undreamt power.
But there is still a place for cleverly designed machines - and as the City's foundries reclaim the technical prowess of the Golden Age, our machines will become cleverer still. Thunderlord "They rest quiet on fields afar The weapon's history and mechanism are both shrouded in ritualistic awe. Each round fired is another word in the legend - and the Guardians who bear the Thunderlord will be immortalized in song. Super Good Advice This weapon is full of it. This machine gun's incredible mechanism hints at the wonders of Golden Age technology. Smart rounds report their trajectories to the weapon, and a micro-transmat protocol recalls missed shots directly to the magazine.
Engineers decry the idea that all smart systems spontaneously develop personalities and awareness The truth may lie in the weapon's connection to the legendary Hunter Pahanin, who witnessed the fall of Kabr and became terrified of traveling alone. Damage Types. Arc "A spark can give life Complex matter is bound together by deep forces - and in the study of this binding lies the secret of Arc Light.
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Solar "Sometimes the only answer is to burn it all away. Energy is carried by quanta, tiny messengers of change. In the understanding of these messengers lies the secret of Solar Light. Void "It's fitting, then, that we have weaponized the unknown. Beneath the world of light and matter lies the vacuum, and the vast dark secrets that it contains.
In the understanding of this vacuum lies the secret of Void Light. Guardian Vehicles. We must reclaim the stars. Only in recent years have the Tower's shipwrights begun working to build new hulls from the keel up. The City's factions are also keen to develop flight capability, whether through salvage or their own shipbuilding projects.
Today, it falls upon each individual Guardian to find and maintain their own craft. Those skilled enough to acquire a ship with off-world capabilities join the front line in the long war to retake what is ours. Quick, quiet, and simple to transmat, Sparrows enjoy surpassing popularity among Guardians working in the field. Glimmer The programmable matter called 'Glimmer' serves as one of the City's basic currencies. With the right inputs and an energy source, Glimmer can be transmuted into nearly anything. This makes it precious to the City's industries and artisans. That value, in turn, makes Glimmer a useful means of exchange - especially with those who venture beyond the City's walls.
Glimmer passes through an economic life cycle. New Glimmer comes from reclaimed Golden Age caches and technology - whether a tiny mechanism or an underground lode seeded by ancient machines. This expansion of the Glimmer supply drives down the value of Glimmer. But Glimmer is also constantly used by the City's industry, which converts it into necessary components and materials. This sink helps keep Glimmer scarce, and therefore valuable. Between this inflow and outflow lies the pool of liquidity - Glimmer used as trade currency.
Master Rahool in the Tower, for example, sells recovered matter engrams in exchange for Glimmer, since he knows he can use Glimmer to acquire new engrams and keep them flowing to Guardians. Newborn Guardians often complain that they should be issued high-quality gear for free - are they not, after all, fighting for the future of the City? Unfortunately, this gear requires resources to manufacture. Guardians must bring in enough Glimmer and other staples, like spinmetal and relic iron, to keep the engine of the City's economy turning. If good times lead to a resource boom, that surplus may help mass-produce advanced gear.
These elite veterans coordinate the reports of roaming Hunters, the analyses of cloistered Warlocks, and the instincts of grizzled Titans into a single plan of action. And when Guardians fight as part of that plan, the Vanguard rewards them. Vanguard Marks are tokens of favor that earn a trusted Guardian access to the Tower's armories. Listen carefully to the rumblings of Lord Shaxx, and you might come to believe that this system was meant to keep vital warfighting supplies from being wasted in the Crucible.
Talk to Commander Zavala, and he will reassure you that the Vanguard Mark system exists for one reason: to get the best equipment into the hands of those who get the best results. Guardians eager to win Vanguard Marks would do well to participate in Strike missions organized by the Vanguard. Competition thrives on risk and reward, so Lord Shaxx has seen fit to dispense Crucible Marks to those who excel.
Guardians with a name in the Crucible can spend these Marks on elite gear. Shaxx considers it fitting that the best should earn the best. The City's factions, fond of using the Crucible as an arena to advance their own interests, will also accept Crucible marks in exchange for their equipment. Guardians eager to win Crucible Marks should fight in the Crucible, with particular attention to those challenges Lord Shaxx deems important.
But he happily accepts these Motes, points of Light willed into being by an exercise of a mighty Guardian's power. Some say they will one day become the souls of new Ghosts. Others believe they feed the intricate machinery that the Speaker tends. Whatever the case, the Speaker will happily reward donors with patterns and signs from his collection - more out of gratitude than any mercantile impulse. These could buy incredible things, in the right hands.
Whispers say the faceless creature who sometimes comes to the Tower covets them above all else. Upgrade Materials As Guardians buy or salvage new equipment, they learn to tinker and improve. This work requires Glimmer and other material. Some can be recycled from unneeded gear. Titans favor plasteel, which can be found by disassembling old equipment. Hunters unspool discarded armor into sapphire wire.
Warlocks extract hadronic essence from dismantled fieldweave robes. And any Guardian with a sense for weaponry can disassemble old ordnance into weapon parts. Other materials need to be scavenged on site, generally in the course of Patrols. The Cosmodrome in Old Russia is rich with spinmetal, a fantastically light and strong composite created by rogue colonies of Golden Age machinery that escaped storage.
Solar coil systems on the Moon still generate helium filaments. The baffling, possibly Vex-influenced flora of Venus grow spirit blooms. And the surface of Mars offers deposits of ultra-dense relic iron. The most powerful Guardian equipment transcends ordinary science, entering the realm of Golden Age secrets and the Traveler's power itself. This wargear demands Ascendant Energy and Ascendant Shards - burning fragments of the universal fundament, earned through mighty acts of heroism.
Look for them in daily Story challenges and Raids. The Traveler. The Traveler Everything changed with the coming of the Traveler. It gave us gifts that transformed the solar system and the nature of human life. It ushered in the Golden Age, a time of miracles. But it never shared its deepest secrets. Where did the Traveler come from? Why did it offer us so much?
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It may be dying. It gave everything it had to save us. And now its power lies with us, its Guardians. But you have no recollection of ever wanting worship or even thanks from those blessed by you. But memory is heavy now. It feels like lead and neutronium and electroweak matter fashioned into a moon-sized ball that you must carry as you move. Now, your flight is rapid, your vast mind infected with such dread and toxic doubt that you find yourself afraid of the simple act of thought. And it is your children you must turn to now, in time of need. This will be the place you will fight. Fight and win.
But do you really know why you go where you go, and where this journey is taking you? The chase leads you where you need to be, you believe. And you were giant, powerful and swift. But the knife pinned you. Cut your godly flesh away. Very little was left, you are sure, because you feel insignificant now.
The hard slick heart of your soul: That is what remains. A body small as a river stone, and just as simple. You picture yourself as a piece of indigestible grit, a nameless nothing hiding among other nameless stones. Perhaps you glitter like a gem, yes. Pride makes you hope so. If only you could see yourself. But you have no eyes. Not the dimmest sense survives.
What lives is memory, and what slim portion of these thoughts can you trust? The knife stole much more than your body. Tower Allies. In all the centuries of the City's history, the Speaker's great work has never changed - to guide new Guardians, heal the Traveler, and raise our crippled protector from its slumber. Titan Vanguard Commander Zavala "Basho knew.
We struggle after. His life bends under the double weight of honor and duty, each act of service more exhausting, each victory more costly. Zavala continues anyway. He has never had time for anything softer than iron. Hunter Vanguard Cayde-6 Cayde-6 was a daring Hunter with a fast ship, a quick gun hand, and an eye on the legendary Vault of Glass.
Of course he couldn't say no to a challenge - not even the notorious Vanguard Dare. He lost the bet, to his immense regret. Now, following in the footsteps of his fallen friend Andal Brask, it is Cayde's turn to oversee his far-flung brethren as the Hunter Vanguard in the Tower. He works dutifully, but longs for a chance to get back into the fight. As an iconoclastic new Guardian, she made a reputation in the Crucible and in the halls of Warlock scholarship as an outspoken, unrelenting opponent with no patience for dogma or etiquette.
That reputation became a burden, and Ikora chose to travel alone, flying reconnaissance across the worlds of the inner solar system. Shot down again and again, she and her Ghost survived against all odds, apparently preferring the wilderness to the company of her fellow Guardians.
When Ikora finally returned to the City to rest, her hard-won knowledge and seasoned temperament commanded the respect of her fellow Warlocks. She now serves in the Vanguard as a mentor and leader, carrying the memory of her wandering days as a link to rising Guardians. Fearing that another full-scale assault would be more than the City could repel, Shaxx chose to stay in the City to mentor Guardians in the Crucible. One day Shaxx vows to return to the war beyond the City, but only after he is confident the fires of the Crucible have forged a new generation of warriors.
Her origins are unknown; her appearance in the City was abrupt. She courts select Guardians for initiation into the higher mysteries of the Future War Cult, espousing a brutal philosophy of endless struggle. Those who can tolerate Lakshmi's mocking hints and bloody-minded philosophy find her surprisingly good company. She seems to take genuine joy in her work, as if the secrets she guards have taught her to treasure every moment. Critics accuse Dead Orbit of nihilistic fatalism - and Jalaal would be the first to agree that Earth is lost, the City a fatal trap.
The Arachs have no time for sentiment. Only an alien miracle prevented human extinction during the Collapse. Jalaal dreams of a diaspora to come - humanity ascendant, scattered across the stars, too far-flung for any single threat to reach. Jalaal's utilitarian practicality drives him to bend laws and break rules in the name of Dead Orbit's great project. When the ultimate goal is human survival, any sacrifice can be justified. Since he moved from plasteel manufacturing to the New Monarchy, he has been less forthcoming about his business and less free with his funds. But as one of the public faces of the Monarchy, he speaks with genuine passion and conviction about the possibilities of a united future.
Postmaster Kadi Stationed in the Tower Plaza, Kadi welcomes Guardians home from the frontier, delivers urgent messages, and tracks lost items. Kadi has adopted a colloquial repartee with the Guardians who frequent the Tower. Whether this is the function of intricate sub-programming or a learned behavior is unknown. Cryptarch Master Rahool Master Rahool's insatiable curiosity drove him to the Tower, where, as resident crypto-archaeologist, he can work directly with Guardians returning from the frontier. He decrypts matter engrams as a free service, and when he builds trust with a particular Guardian, he is happy to offer rare engrams for sale - although the scarcity of these artifacts forces him to ask for Glimmer in compensation.
Rahool's true love is history. He treats each new find as a chance to understand the glory of the Golden Age or the terrible truth of the Collapse. Listen carefully to his murmurings: he may be the first to understand. Special Orders Tess Everis Tess earned her place in the Tower working as a troubleshooter - a fixer with a solution to any kind of problem. Her connections go everywhere. It is difficult to make her speak about her monographs in abstract algebra, or the string of peculiar jobs she's worked, but a word in her ear can open doors in surprising places.
Guardian Outfitter Eva Levante Eva Levante provided services to the Tower long before she actually took a place in it. Guardians would call for her work again and again, looking for marks of distinction, both new and old, and she began to craft emblems and shaders for the bold and discerning. These days she has set up shop in the Tower, taking quiet pride in the Guardians who train, fight, and fall under her signs.
Shipwright Amanda Holliday Born on the road, daughter of pilgrims, Holliday grew up fixing and scavenging - maintaining the vehicles that saved her family from the wilderness. Her talent for engineering and her familiarity with Golden Age relics made her a leader among the Tower's Shipwrights. The terrors of Holliday's childhood galvanized her. She knows and respects the dangers that press against the City's walls, and her drive to rebuild the City's aerospace capabilities is driven as much by pragmatism as by her love of flight. Gunsmith Banshee Few merchants of the Tower serve as vital a function as Banshee His knowledge of weapons is encyclopedic - but don't ask him where it comes from.
Banshee's mind and body have absorbed incredible punishment over the ages. He grapples with fragments of memory, the shrapnel of ancient ordeals that return to haunt him. He accepts his own currency, in service of his own enigmatic goals - or those of equally cryptic masters. Mysterious, too, is the nature of his presence in the Tower. Does he have some arrangement with the Vanguard or the Speaker?
Or have all efforts to control his comings and goings simply failed? Saladin remains close to Zavala, though his relationship with Shaxx has been strained since the Twilight Gap. The Iron Banner seeks great champions to lead the fight against the Darkness. It was born to honor the Iron Lords and their efforts in the earliest days of the City. Though she has long made the Tower her home, it is no secret where her allegiance lies. Although not equipped with true general sentience, they are nevertheless useful for cleaning, maintenance, and service tasks.
Frames do have the ability to learn, and many develop quirks of personality and behavior over long lifespans. Vanguard Quartermaster Roni As trustworthy as frames come, Roni was designed to smooth troubled waters. Cayde has spent long hours trying to evoke any hint of frustration in his distant machine cousin, but Roni remains exquisitely composed.
Crucible Quartermaster Arcite "No discounts, big shot. When he chose to remain in the City to oversee the Crucible, Shaxx had Arcite's combat systems deactivated and rebooted with the Tower's more civil vendor protocols. Arcite's memory banks still remember the battles he has seen. This knowledge makes Arcite uniquely qualified to equip Guardians for combat.
His outward disdain for untested Guardians is a combination of learned behavior - a byproduct of years in service to Lord Shaxx - and personal experience. His systems may have been reprogrammed, but the love for combat still pulses within his circuitry. Bounty Tracker Xander There are many threats beyond the City's walls.
To help track and eliminate these dangers, the Vanguard has initiated a bounty system to reward Guardians who take the fight to the City's enemies. Lord Shaxx, not to be outdone, lays out his own bounties for performance in the Crucible. Xander , a recent product of the City's foundries, tracks every Guardian's progress and dispenses rewards. City Factions.
By most calculations. Power struggles threatened to shatter an already tenuous existence. The following conflicts, known as the Faction Wars, brought the City to its knees. When the chaos grew intolerable, a gathering of Guardians fought to end the conflict.
The new peace brought a new order: the City Consensus and the Speaker ruled together, and the surviving great factions worked through civil channels to pursue their agendas. That order still holds, but as the City reaches out into the frontier, the factions see new opportunities everywhere - and a chance to win over Guardians to their cause. No truth but war. Though their secrets are vast, they have proven indispensable in our struggle against the Darkness, earning them power and respect in the City Consensus and among Guardians.
Admitted to the Inner Circle at A promising postulant - I regret to say he performed poorly. He was administered the standard medication but refused to enter the Device. Aren't people unpredictable? I suppose there'd be no point if they weren't, would there? He knows to keep silent. A clever girl from the Core District; an artist, before she joined the War Cult. At she reported a sensation of floating. At , a sensation of lights within the darkness of the Device. Between and she reported these lights variously as white, golden, and blood-red. At she reported a sensation of someone taking her hand; a stranger, but also herself.
Twelve subjects have reported similar experiences. At seven she began screaming. Brainscans near-death. Removed from the Device at She believes without question that the Device granted her a vision of the future, and that it was one of utter Darkness. She thanked me for this enlightenment. She says it will make her stronger. Little Ghost, there in the corner of the Sanctum - I see you blinking. Are you listening? Visions of war and the City in flames. Subject twenty-nine worked the supply channels on the Slip before he joined the War Cult.
Novarro found records of a prototype of the Device at a Golden Age laboratory in Tibet, and Hari's team retrieved what was left of it. We are the first to see it operational in who knows how long. Too many subjects come back damaged. We are grasping at straws. What do you think, little Ghost? Twenty-three babbled madness. No wonder the Device was abandoned. The human mind is too weak for it. Too weak to look into the Future, or to understand what it sees.
What the situation calls for, little Ghost, is a better sort of witness. We found you in pieces in Siberia, and repaired you as well as we could. What do you say? Are you well enough to travel? Another future lies out among the light of other stars. Now their focus is on the building of a starfaring fleet, cobbled together from the ashes of our past and the spoils of war.
Are you Wake up little Ghost, wake up. Just please give me some sign that you're listening. All right. I don't need I know you're listening. Why would you be out here if you weren't here to It's a miracle I found you out here. On this thing. I didn't know the Traveler sent its Ghosts out this far from home.
Poor little lost thing. Please wake up. I am an Arach of Dead Orbit. I am the last of the crew of the Sophia. And this place is We called it A How long have you been here, little Ghost? Why did you come? We came here on behalf of the Fleet. We were scavengers. Sixty-one days ago a Dead Orbit scout detected an unknown presence in stationary orbit about Ceres.
Looked Golden Age, by the signatures. You have been taken. Discover no more. There is no need to expand your knowledge. True wisdom lies within. What light commands you? What power is left for you to find? You are empowered with self renewal and void and spark. But this is weakness. Behind your fiery haven, behind your void gleam and arc showers, you fear you may be vulnerable for your lack of might. You need never to feel weak again There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [bear the impenetrable]. Take up the knife.
Clothe yourself in new skin. Take your new shape. Fortress of the guardians. Champion of your Tower. You have conquered through your strength. Set down your hammer. Keep your weapons at bay. Your fight has not yet begun. True strength awaits you. What pledge beckons you? What keeps you fighting with worlds against you? You fear failure. Even as you erase your enemies from existence, even as you bask in the glory of countless victories, you know that one day you might fail. And your years of being a protector will come to an end. So you build up your strength to hold the ground you have bled for to obtain.
You betray the instinct of your own two fist. You discard the carnal desire to kill, to dismember, with your bare hands. Why be a protector of a few when you could be a destroyer of worlds? You need to turn away from your allies in exchange for true self strength. There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [speed of shadows]. Embrace what you cannot see. Scavenger of the guardians. Stealthy and lethal and devout in your search for dominance. Stop searching. Give up your hunt for more. Your prowess has been found. You will be enlightened now. What is your search? What do you desire?
That you are a shadow. That you may, with stealth and precision, kill to secure the riches of your dreams. That you might lead a solitary life of longevity and lethality. But you are weak and fragile. You live in shadow and strive for glory.
Attainment eludes you. You need stamina. It is shaped like [engorged mass]. Feed your ambitions. Instead of fighting the shade of oryx inside the "mist" during the oryx fight, I think it would be cool if oryx teleported each player into a different "mist" bubble where they have to fight their prospective class taken version. This would essentially be oryx's attempt to "take" us. The fight would simply be a representation of us resisting from within. Once you defeat your own taken guardian, you are brought back to the fight against oryx as your normal self, but if you die while fighting the taken guardian, you will return to the oryx fight as a taken guardian.
You will have no control no matter how hard you try. You will simply get to witness in third person like it looks when you are torn as your guardian tries to kill the remaining members of your fireteam. The only way you can return to normal is for your teammates to kill and revive you. There will be no revive timer, so you can be revived as soon as you are killed. Each taken guardian hunter, Titan, or warlock will have their own mechanics on how to take them down. If you don't take them down in time, you will become taken.
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