Buried Bloodline

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Buried Bloodline
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Production overview


Scorn (originally Fallen)

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Special ammo


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Service history




"Shallow graves give way to old vendetta and hungry claims."
— Weapon flavor text

Buried Bloodline is an Exotic Sidearm added in Season of the Wish. It can be acquired by random drop from the Warlord's Ruin dungeon, and the drop rate can be increased by completing dungeon triumphs.


  • Intrinsic Perk: Hungering Quarrel
    • Double fire tracking bolts. Landing bolts leeches health from the target.
  • Hard Launch: This weapon's launch barrel optimized for projectile speed. Greatly increases projectile speed, decreases stability, slightly decreases handling speed.
  • Flared Magwell: Optimized for fast reloading. Slightly increases stability, greatly increases reload speed.
  • Violent Reanimation: Multiple final blows with this weapon grants Devour to the wielder.
  • Hand-Laid Stock: This weapon has a versatile dual-purpose stock. Slightly increases stability, slightly increases handling speed.


The catalyst can be acquired from a chest after defeating Primeval Thressia, Font of Blight in Hefnd's Cairn and upon upgrading it will gain the following perks:

  • Splitvein Lineage: While Devour is active, this weapon weakens on hit.


"And my vanquisher will read that book, seeking the weapon, and they will come to understand me, where I have been and where I was going."
The following is a verbatim transcription of an official document for archival reasons. As the original content is transcribed word-for-word, any possible discrepancies and/or errors are included.

Shallow graves give way to old vendetta 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."