Neoteric Kiyot Armor

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Neoteric Kiyot Armor


Neoteric Kiyot Armor





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Eververse Trading Company


Tess Everis


Neoteric Kiyot is a Legendary Hunter armor set that could be acquired from Eververse Trading Company during Season of the Drifter. It was later turned into a set of ornaments that could be used to change the appearance of any set of Legendary armor.

Neoteric Kiyot Mask[edit]

"If us Hunters don't look good, what hope do the rest of you have?"
Therin Vai

Neoteric Kiyot Grasps[edit]

"The Dark Age was different times. Classes didn't exist back then."
— Therin Vai

Neoteric Kiyot Vest[edit]

"Find your people. Your fireteam's the only thing that matters."
— Therin Vai

Neoteric Kiyot Strides[edit]

"Some day, I'm gonna leave this desert. Hike north. Catch a boat over to the Chukotka."
— Therin Vai

Neoteric Kiyot Cloak[edit]

"I knew my name the instant my Ghost found me."
— Therin Vai


Therin Vai is astounded by his own good luck.

After days of staggering through an inhospitable desert with nothing but his name, his Ghost, and his armor, he has found salvation in the form of a small band of friendly Risen. They welcome him into their lean little camp. They feed him: clean water, unseasoned rabbit, a tiny dipper of honey. They entertain him: rumors, jokes, an epic that takes more than an hour and a half to tell. These are the first Risen he has ever met, and he quickly decides he wants to be just like them.

There is one woman among them that stands out. Her skin is like his. As the fire dies down and people go off to sleep or stand watch, he finds an excuse to sit next to her. He is shy; he does not know what to say. As she chips dried viscera off the head of a maul as tall as she is, she glances up for a moment. "How long since you were rezzed?" she asks.


"Sorry—since your friend woke you up." She juts her chin at his Ghost, then goes back to cleaning her weapon.

"Oh, uh..." He looks to Ghost.

"Six days," Ghost supplies.

"How long was he dead?" she asks Ghost. Therin turns to look, waiting for the answer. That question didn't even occur to him.

Ghost spins her shell, thinking. "It's hard to say exactly. Not long. Perhaps a month?" She nudges his cheek affectionately. "You were disgusting."

The woman nods thoughtfully, then reaches out to rub the corner of his cloak between thumb and forefinger.

"Why?" Therin asks after a moment.

"Never seen clothes like yours, is all," the woman shrugs. She lets go, looks back to Ghost. "You pull him out of a shipwreck, maybe?"

Ghost nods. "Yes."

Therin squints, puzzled. Seeing that, the woman points the end of her war hammer up to the sky. "You and me, we come from the same people. And those people are up there."

"Yeah? What do you know about them?"

The woman shakes her head. "Not much. I know that we must have left them for a reason. Don't worry about them so much." She pats his knee. "You gotta figure yourself out first. You know who you are?"

"Therin Vai," he says, confidently.

She smiles. "Therin Vai," she echoes, and the confidence in her voice makes the name sound more legitimate, more real, than when he shared it with just Ghost.

They fall quiet again. A log in the fire snaps.

"You think I can stay with you all?" he asks eventually, full of cautious optimism.

The woman looks at his tattered cloak, his knives, his lean build. He is not one of them, not by a long shot, and she knows it even if he doesn't yet—but he doesn't sense that judgment in her voice. He hears only kindness when she says, "Of course. Stay as long as you want."