Grimoire:Activities/Other Activities
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![]() The Other Activities subsection of the Grimoire covers subjects related to Patrols, Public Events, Bounties, Special Events, and the Transmission Incident. Note that the last is not found in the Grimoire database but from a special website called Owl Sector Records Bungie released before Rise of Iron. Contents
Patrols Introduction"These are our worlds...Take them back. Inch by inch. Bullet by bullet." Some Guardians roam the wastelands in search of adventure. For decades they have placed beacons across the frontier, so that our allies in the Tower can transmit requests to those out in the wilds. There are ancient mysteries buried in the ruins, great treasures of our Golden Age to seek. There are fearsome enemies to be slaughtered, their secrets and technology to be brought home and studied. Only Guardians can push through the Darkness to reach these contested areas, and this makes their particular expertise very valuable to those bound by the City's walls. Public Events Introduction"Trust me. You can't do this alone." Our enemies never rest. If the City is to reclaim its lost worlds, Guardians must band together to stop our foes from completing their objectives. The City trusts its Guardians to assess the situation - whether a Fallen extraction crew, a Cabal demolition team, a Hive ritual, a mysterious Vex behavior, or something stranger yet - and engage or retreat as you see fit. Every battle won is another victory against the Darkness. But our foes will send their strongest, and they may be too much to overcome alone. Guardians who band together will survive to tell stories of their triumph. Watch the skies. When the enemy moves, look to the Guardians beside you, comrades and strangers alike. Bounties Introduction
As we push against the falling Darkness, the Vanguard, Crucible, and other allies in the Tower and beyond, will continue to pry into lost legends and mounting threats, calling on Guardians with rewards to meet these dangers head on. Only a Guardian holds the power to reach out beyond the City and take on these charges, putting their Light on the line against whatever obstacle may face them. The Festival of the Lost
“To live is to experience loss,” Eva said. “My husband and child are dead. My friends, my neighbors, the children I watched over on our road to the City... all gone now. The festival celebrates their lives with both joy and sorrow.” “A fine tradition for the City,” Ikora Rey replied. “What meaning does it hold for the Guardians?” “A bit of Light in a dark time. That is enough.” “We have greater concerns. And this is no time for games.” “All Guardians were lost once,” said Eva. “We honor your spirits as well.” Crimson Days"Let me tell you the story of when the Guardians first encountered the Cabal. It was the first days back on the frontier, when we'd finally found a way to repower the old jumpships and explore what remained of the colonies. There were two Guardians. While both served the Light, in all other ways they were rivals. One spent his days searching forgotten places for lost treasures. The other sought ever-greater challenges in a ceaseless quest for glory. "One day, both Guardians detected a strange signal coming from a buried city on Mars. The Warlock, hoping to find forgotten caches, vowed to keep his secret until he alone had a chance to explore the site. The Hunter, seeing a chance to earn the renown she craved, also told no one." Thus both Guardians walked into peril alone and unprepared. It was not long before their paths crossed. The Warlock mocked his rival’s pride. The Hunter ridiculed her rival as a dirt-grubber. In their anger, they turned on one another ...and never saw danger approach. The Sand Eaters came in force. The Centurions jumped into range before the Guardians could react. The steps of the Colossus shook the ground. The Phalanx’s shields created a wall that no weapon could penetrate, and the Legionaries moved in for the kill. Faced with certain destruction, the Guardians did the only thing they could. They fought. Back to back, they battled the Cabal for a day and a night. Black oil soaked into the sands until the ground was slick with death. The shields and armor of the dead littered the battlefield, but still the Cabal came. The Guardians died, revived, and died again. Still they fought, protecting one another. With his last bit of strength, the Warlock used the Void to destroy their enemies. With her last bullet, the Hunter saved her friend from the Colossus. At last, the battlefield fell silent. Only the Guardians stood. Abandoning their quests, they returned to the City to warn the Vanguard of the threat rising on Mars. From that day to this, the pair have been the closest of companions. In their journeys together, they have found both riches and renown. But these things mean nothing unless they are shared." "Wait, I thought I’d heard this story before, but it was about two Guardians and the Hive?" "No it wasn’t. It was about the Vault of Glass." "Whoever said there was only one story?" SRL: Sparrow Racing
Ever since the proliferation of the Sparrow, racing is a long-standing tradition among Guardians, but only in recent years have the races moved from an underground attraction to an organized sport. Under the direction of the SRL, Redjacks and Guardians clear hostile zones and mark the race courses. Residents of the Tower and the City eagerly wait for news of the sport and follow the exploits of their favorite racers. SRL Record Book
The SRL is making a concerted effort to track race results. As a part of this program, Eververse is offering rewards for skilled racers who can provide proof of exceptional results on the circuit. SRL: Campus Martius
The massive turbine assemblies that serve as Campus Martius's most distinctive obstacle are a relic from a lost Golden Age facility. The SRL uses them to power needed equipment for the races, but there are signs that some energy is being diverted to an unknown location. SRL: Infinite Descent
Some might see racing through the heart of Vex territory as foolhardy. When Shaxx sent his Redjacks to mark up the SRL track on Venus, however, he ordered them to find a location worthy of bravest and most skilled of Guardians. Brilliance 3.2Owl Sector Internal, OS-I6 1 SHU: How long since we last convened? ________________________________________ Owl Sector Internal, OS-I6 2 SHU: Berriole's deployed on Mars, Quist is whimpering in the corner— ________________________________________ Owl Sector Internal, OS-I6 3 RAM: Berriole found a trove of laboratory notes in a locked section of the Dust Palace. Some dead scientist named Shirazi. Some forgotten experiment under the auspices of Willa Bray. ________________________________________ Owl Sector Internal, OS-I6 4 QUI: Did you see this dispatch of Berriole’s?
RAM: If that's the effect on civilians— ________________________________________ Owl Sector Internal, OS-I6 5 QUI: I’d forgotten how heavy and sweaty these were.
QUI: Wait, what are you doing? Shun, where are your gloves? ________________________________________ Owl Sector Internal, OS-I6 6 QUI: He's been transferred to the hospital wing. Stable for the moment.
RAM: There's hope, then. ________________________________________ Owl Sector Internal, OS-I6 7
________________________________________ Owl Sector Internal, OS-I6 8 RAM: Ikora Rey has granted the Owl Sector full use of the Hidden's resources. We have opened negotiations with Petra Venj for assistance from the Techeun Witches. ________________________________________ Owl Sector Internal, OS-I6 9 RAM: Promising notes from Berriole. Mid-experiment, this Dr. Shirazi changes course. Her logs describe the development of a cure. A complicated, lengthy, but noninvasive cure. ________________________________________ Owl Sector Internal, OS-I6 10 QUI: Good to have you back, you hair-grayer, you cleft of the Traveler. Don't do that again. ________________________________________ Owl Sector Internal, OS-I6 12 RAM: Welcome back, Berriole. We're closing this incident. Glory 2.1Owl Sector Debrief to Ikora Rey, OS-I6 1 IR: So what you're telling me is that an unknown substance or virus or curse is spreading among our Guardians. ________________________________________
SHU: We are in agreement, then. ________________________________________ Owl Sector Debrief to Ikora Rey, OS-I6 3 IR: Your team is observing strict sterilization, firewall, and decontamination procedures, I hope. ________________________________________ Owl Sector Debrief to Ikora Rey, OS-I6 4 SHU: Have you seen this?
IR: You wished to introduce me to your Golden Age analogue? ________________________________________ Owl Sector Debrief to Ikora Rey, OS-I6 5 IR: Restricted leave? What did you do? ________________________________________ Owl Sector Debrief to Ikora Rey, OS-I6 6 IR: Welcome to the Underwatch, Acting Liaison Ramos. How is Shun? Why are you laughing?
________________________________________ Owl Sector Debrief to Ikora Rey, OS-I6 7 IR: Any change?
________________________________________ Owl Sector Debrief to Ikora Rey, OS-I6 8
IR: So she has a conscience. ________________________________________ Owl Sector Debrief to Ikora Rey, OS-I6 9
RAM: The Hidden, the Witches, and our research corps may have had a breakthrough, using the information that Berriole has unearthed. We think we can neutralize this mite. The only problem is, we might kill Shun in the process. ________________________________________ Owl Sector Debrief to Ikora Rey, OS-I6 10 ________________________________________ Owl Sector Debrief to Ikora Rey, OS-I6 13 IR: Sometimes I wonder if anything good came from Clovis Bray. Their halls are bright, and yet their records can be so dark. Splendor 2.6Records of the Vanguard, OS-I6 1 CY6: I don't see the harm in it. A little mysterious fun, some ka-ching to our usual pew-pew. Didn't you take candy from strangers, when you were newborn in the Light? ________________________________________ Records of the Vanguard, OS-6I 2 CY6: All right, what's the next option? ________________________________________ Records of the Vanguard, OS-6I 3 ZAV: All Guardians are observing the prohibition on City visits. Ikora reports that appropriate crisis protocols are in place in the Owl Sector. ________________________________________ Records of the Vanguard, OS-I6 4 Transmitted from Owl Sector's Bypass Authority, Dust Palace, Mars.
________________________________________ Records of the Vanguard, OS-I6 5 IR: Was that Saladin who just stormed out? He’s been on edge lately. ________________________________________ Transmitted from Owl Sector's Bypass Authority, Dust Palace, Mars.
________________________________________ Records of the Vanguard, OS-I6 6 IR: This mite now affects a third of our Guardians. While it appears to do no substantial harm to Guardians, we have one civilian casualty. ________________________________________ Records of the Vanguard, OS-I6 7
ZAV: Doubt in Clovis Bray communications? That's rare. ________________________________________ Records of the Vanguard, OS-I6 8
ZAV: She's been dead for hundreds of years, but I can imagine her standing here with us. ________________________________________ Records of the Vanguard, OS-I6 9
IR: Strange. I do not remember so much as a lone protest against Clovis Bray in our histories. ________________________________________ Records of the Vanguard, OS-I6 10 IR: Neutralization is ongoing throughout the Tower. We should be clean soon. ________________________________________ Records of the Vanguard, OS-I6 13 CY6: This Shirazi character had such promise. All the potential of humankind at her fingertips. Then, scruples. Poor Clovis Bray. Poor Willa. How human. Magnificence 2.0Report of Bypass Authority Berriole, OS-I6 1, for Owl Sector records, assigned to incident TRANSMISSION. I have been tasked with returning to the Dust Palace on Mars, which as far as we know is the only link between the Guardians first affected by these overrides. Appropriate contamination equipment has been requisitioned, although specs are for the Dawn Calamity and have not been adjusted. The Owl Sector has determined that our acutest need is information. Which is where I come in. The area of interest includes former Clovis Bray buildings, so I expect my skills in cryptography, biosignature falsification, and historical architecture to be thoroughly exercised. ________________________________________ Report of Bypass Authority Berriole, OS-I6 2, for Owl Sector records, assigned to incident TRANSMISSION. Nothing unusual to report during approach and landing. Standard Cabal and Vex presence, still in conflict, and easily evaded. I was drawn to signs of disturbance in a section marked as unexplored. Following those signs, and unlocking the doors in my path, I climbed five floors to a derelict laboratory with a view of the rosy plains and a computer half buried in dust. Jackpot. I love these vintage rigs. So graceful. So elegant. Mementos of a brighter time. They tend to be banged around a bit before I get my hands on them, but this one was pristine. I powered it up, ran a few traces and queries, and brought up the last authentication: one Dr. Shirazi, a scientist, working for Willa Bray. Something secret. The hashed password is twice the average length. I will submit my next report when I have cracked it. ________________________________________ Report of Bypass Authority Berriole, OS-I6 3, for Owl Sector records, assigned to incident TRANSMISSION. Quist, Shun, I'm hearing the strangest things from you. Is everything shipshape? At any rate, Dr. Shirazi's password was a combination of musical tones and a Persian phrase that loosely translates as "Remember who watches you." Her entries are individually locked. The first is below, and more will follow.
________________________________________ Report of Bypass Authority Berriole, OS-I6 4, for Owl Sector records, assigned to incident TRANSMISSION.
________________________________________ Report of Bypass Authority Berriole, OS-I6 5, for Owl Sector records, assigned to incident TRANSMISSION.
________________________________________ Report of Bypass Authority Berriole, OS-I6 6, for Owl Sector records, assigned to incident TRANSMISSION. Shun, Quist, you've gone silent and I don't know why. I am alarmed, but in the absence of updated orders, I am remaining on site to finish extracting the Shirazi logs. I hope that you and the City remain in good health.
________________________________________ Report of Bypass Authority Berriole, OS-I6 7, for Owl Sector records, assigned to incident TRANSMISSION. Along the sides of this abandoned laboratory sit locked metal cabinets, cut or melted open. Some piles of freshly broken glass, not yet sandblasted. I would venture that whatever Dr. Shirazi stored in these cabinets for the last few centuries was recently released to the world. I would also venture that we know what that is.
________________________________________ Report of Bypass Authority Berriole, OS-I6 8, for Owl Sector records, assigned to incident TRANSMISSION. After a long silence from home, Ramos finally came online. "Acting Liaison Ramos," she said. I didn’t need to hear more. Almost took off my respirator, it was so wet. But that would put two principals of the Owl Sector in the hospital wing. And I need to be out here. Looking.
________________________________________ Report of Bypass Authority Berriole, OS-I6 9, for Owl Sector records, assigned to incident TRANSMISSION.
________________________________________ Report of Bypass Authority Berriole, OS-I6 10, for Owl Sector records, assigned to incident TRANSMISSION. Overjoyed by your last communication, Ramos. Almost at the end of the Shirazi logs, which I will finish transmitting for completeness of Owl Sector records.
________________________________________ Report of Bypass Authority Berriole, OS-I6 11, for Owl Sector records, assigned to incident TRANSMISSION. I set everything in order and sealed the room. Left the computer in there, lovely as it is, after clearing sand from the crevices. A monument. On my way out, I looked again at the tracks I followed into that room. Clawed. Fallen, I'd say, but there are no Fallen on Mars. Odd. Closing mission and coming home. Fortitude 3.1Report of Geographer Quist, OS-I6 1, for Owl Sector records, assigned to incident TRANSMISSION. Current assignment is to quarantine and monitor the group of Guardians carrying overrides, care for any casualties, and so on. Easy peasy. No off-world missions and a dozen Guardians with flickering vision. My kind of job. ...Sorry, Shun, what was that? Make that two hundred, then. Manageable. ...or a thousand. ...or ten thousand. Oh Traveler... ________________________________________ Report of Geographer Quist, OS-I6 2, for Owl Sector records, assigned to incident TRANSMISSION. Quarantine failed shortly after institution. Note to self: Corralling sick Guardians is one thing. Healthy, rambunctious Guardians, armed to the teeth and impatient to go back starside... They threw things. Shun modeled the outbreak for me after we retreated in disgrace. We are on track for total saturation of the Guardian population, excluding those off-duty, inside of a week. Should any complications arise—which, since we're talking about a mysterious invasive technological override, is likely—the Tower will stand undefended, and the City will be helpless and vulnerable to attack. Traveler's shadow, they're going to blame me. ________________________________________ Report of Geographer Quist, OS-I6 3, for Owl Sector records, not that anyone reads them, assigned to incident TRANSMISSION under protest. In consultation with the Vanguard, the Owl Sector decided to restrict travel between City and Tower. Checkpoints have been installed. Landing clearances have been revoked. We can fly as far as the stars, but we can't walk under the Traveler. This will last as long as it takes to determine cause and cure. All Tower residents fall under this restriction. Guardians. Civilians. The sick and the well. When I joined the Owl Sector, I pledged to uphold and support the Tower and its Guardians, our best and last defense against the Darkness, no matter what threat arose. No matter the cost. I am forbidden to go home. ________________________________________ Report of Geographer Quist, OS-I6 4, for Owl Sector's mountain of records, on the everlastingly awful incident known as TRANSMISSION. I can call my children on a screen and sing them to sleep, but I can't hold them or help them up when they stumble. I observe, I monitor, I wait, I read Berriole's communications.
________________________________________ Report of Geographer Quist, OS-I6 5, for Owl Sector, on TRANSMISSION. The Tower bubbles and seethes. No one sleeps. The Guardians rejoice, competing to infect each other, without a care in the world. The City glows in the distance. I sit alone in the Owl Sector observatory, at the highest point of the Tower, and watch the numbers on my monitor rise and rise. Shun is usually here with me, late at night, drinking tea and mocking my simulations. It's quiet without him. ________________________________________ Report of Geographer Quist, OS-I6 6, for Owl Sector, on TRANSMISSION. We don’t know what this tech mite can do—travel along communications lines and in data packets, say—so the Owl Sector has decided to cut all but two emergency connections between City and Tower. My screens are fixed on the transmission map and no longer can be pointed toward home.
________________________________________ Report of Geographer Quist, OS-I6 7, for Owl Sector, on TRANSMISSION. Shun, you Shank-chasing, Mote-thieving Traveler-hugger, I wouldn't be in the Owl Sector if it weren't for you. Now you bail on us? I'm going out of my mind because of you.
________________________________________ Report of Geographer Quist, OS-I6 8, for Owl Sector, on TRANSMISSION.
I too am eating less and losing weight and hair. Bah, friendship. It makes us worry more and age faster. Bah, family. Same thing. ________________________________________ Report of Geographer Quist, OS-I6 9, for Owl Sector, on TRANSMISSION.
If they don't kill you with whatever mess of poisons they're mixing up, Shun, I will. I've never slept so little in my life. ________________________________________ Report of Geographer Quist, OS-I6 10, for Owl Sector, on TRANSMISSION.
Our own disaster, meanwhile, has been averted. The Owl Sector relaxed the comms prohibitions today. I called my children and told them I'd be home tonight. They look no worse for the time apart. Guardians are being treated at the Tower as they arrive, much to their disappointment. And Shun— ________________________________________ Report of Geographer Quist, OS-I6 12, for Owl Sector, on TRANSMISSION. Quiet? In the observatory? I miss it already. It's his birthday, Shun says. Or it feels like it. To celebrate, he brought, of all things, an arcophone. I wish he were unconscious again. Ascendant RaisinsLong ago, a legend foretold the ascension of the Raisins. Find the three-eyed one, it said. Disperse among the bearers of Light. And wait. If you are worthy, if you are patient, if you are not lost or thrown away, you will ascend. And the Raisins waited quietly. Now they rise. Festival of the Lost: Underwatch"Eri-i-i-is. Oh, Eri-i-i-is." "Do you have my ship for me, Cayde?" "No, but—" "Then go away." "No ‘Happy Festival of the Lost!’ for me, Eris?" "Happy—? Count what I’ve lost. My companions: Eriana, Sai, Omar, Vell, Tarlowe, Toland. My eyes. My Ghost. My ship. And who was it who lost my ship?" "Speaking of which—Kadi's confiscated a smuggled shipment, just in time for the Festival. A sweet treat. Well, a treat, at least. Some people even like it. First person I thought of was you. Since, well, I owe you." "Begone." "You'll like it." "I will not like it." "It’s perfect for you." "Don't come back until you have my ship." The Dawning“Pass me those lanterns, would you?” Eva said. “And that wrapping paper. There’s so much left to do.” “They drive their Sparrows on the edge of the abyss, not looking at that Darkness... laughing....” “Laughter can be better than food. We must make time to celebrate, even when we are surrounded by Darkness. Or we lose hope. And hope is important: it brings us together and keeps us marching through the freezing cold.” “So much pretending, Eva. I can’t pretend. Those days are gone.” “Do you think I spent a week coaxing Ikora into making the Dawning Crystal just to pretend? Who will save us from the Darkness? The despairing Guardian or the joyful one? Love and joy, Eris—that will save us. This is how I show my love.” “Then I wish you a happy Dawning, Eva.” “I wish that for all of us.” Dawning FortunesFortune telling at the start of a new year is one of many traditions refugees brought to the Last City. Each Dawning, Guardians open mysterious boxes containing paper fortunes, hoping for luck and good news. Haakon Precipice"Hey! Who left this forklift in the middle of the track?" Cayde-6 The steep mountain pass known as Haakon Precipice was once used by some of the more thrill-seeking Iron Lords. Redjacks have cleared brush and dug through avalanches to make the track passable again, but the increased activity has attracted the attention of the Devil Splicers. Expect some “speed bumps.” Shining Sands"OK. I’ve been hearing a rumor that a racer went through a portal and ended up in another dimension. Not true." Amanda Holliday The twisting track known as Shining Sands is located in a region of Mercury almost completely overrun by Vex. There are multiple paths through the course, but SRL officials warn that not all of these routes have been mapped by the Redjacks. The League is not responsible for reality alterations. |