Pantheos Resplendent Suit

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Pantheos Resplendent Suit
Specifications

Rarity:

Legendary

Class:

Hunter
Titan
Warlock

 

Thriving Survivor Suit is a Legendary Armor set introduced in Monument of Triumph. It can be acquired from the Pantheon

Set Bonus[edit]

  • Well Prepared: Picking up ammo grants Armor Charge. Grants a bonus to Health stat per Armor Charge you have. (2 Piece)
  • Down the Line: Sustained damage on minibosses, Champions, and bosses increases weapon damage versus base and powerful combatants. Weapon final blows consume one stack each. (4 Piece)

Lore[edit]

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"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.

Pantheos Resplendent Helmet[edit]

"Cast down your greatest foes."

Ikora. I'm sure you're wondering at my choice to involve myself further with the Drifter's business, Dredgen that he is. Was. Our relationship has changed, of course—the reports from the Barant Imperium incidents have more detail.

I don't know if I'd call it friendship. Bluntly, our association has gone on far longer than I meant it to. I find I now respect him, though I can hardly believe I'm writing that.

I am not blind. He's charismatic. Many would go so far as to call him likeable, in a roguish way. Gambit sustained its popularity for many good reasons: the material gain, the testing ground for dangerous weapons, but also for the Drifter's…

Charm. Fine, yes; I admit there's charm. That's not the point.

I want to keep the Drifter close. He's touched by the Nine, and a valuable ally to boot. We have to maintain some kind of tie with him, formal or not.

So, we're working together to prepare Guardians, coaching them through the toughest of battles in a controlled setting. Details are attached for your review.

Even then…

I fear it may not be enough.

Pantheos Resplendent Gauntlets[edit]

"Now, do it again."

About the atmospheric changes on Earth. Examples from the Cosmodrome alone include: Seemingly random balance changes in the oxygen to nitrogen ratio in mid-size patches. Inert noble gases replaced with highly-reactive alkali metals then sublimating to gas (explosively)—not widespread, mercifully. For some time these incidents seemed to increase, but the rate has stabilized. See also the similar material anomaly occurrence rates reported from the Last City and nearby environs.

Taking these as a whole, it's likely that there are more of these anomalies across the planet than can even be measured or reported. What we observe is a bellwether. The number of anomalies must be widespread; but equally, the condition across the Earth may be stabilizing. No worse… though no better, either.

Other issues related to the Nine—

The Nine-touched report having strange dreams. Orin implied they were a by-product—something about the warp of gravity in sleep. Investigating those affected bore it out, but when I pressed them for details, they all refused to explain. These are all people who are well aware of the practical value of information; that they will not elaborate tells us that either there's nothing of value to elaborate, or that they CANNOT elaborate. I don't know which is worse.

Dimensional disturbances have cropped up across the system. Distortions in space and time… the forces involved indicate they are caused by the Nine—the Outer Nine, most likely. They are resolvable, with Guardian assistance… for now. At least that much is hopeful.

And then there is the Traveler.

You're not asking me to prove anything, Ikora, I know. But I think that just as the Nine's nature has warped existence, the Traveler works to stabilize it. I haven't confirmed with my own eyes yet, but there are reports from trusted sources of new terraforming, in the vicinity of the worst of the anomalies. It feels connected.

"Feels" is no proof. And yet perhaps…

I continue to train Guardians, regardless. It is all I can do.

Pantheos Resplendent Chest Armor[edit]

"Mastery is written in a thousand repetitions."

I sought Xûr, the "Jovian"—he whose will is not his own, belonging only to the Nine. A sad puppet of a thing, marked by the passage of time and wounds poorly healed. His company is difficult to bear.

I tried to coax some information from him on the off chance there might be an indication of the Nine's plans, but… nothing. Or a wall, a barrier placed somewhere within his mind. I asked of the will he does carry, of how he sources his weapons, of where he is from. I think there was almost something. A word, or two, a sentence begun…

…And then all he had to say was that his will was not his own. He offered me a Jötunn, a duplicate of the infamous tinderbox crafted by the Black Armory. I didn't take it.

I wonder if there could be merit in seeking out the Jovians. Do they still exist? Our records have nothing about people like this from the Outer planets.

Lodi came from nowhere, too. Or would have seemed to, if he couldn't tell us of his origins.

Always questions. Never answers.

Pantheos Resplendent Leg Armor[edit]

"You know that you will fight forever."

In my continued efforts to prepare, I pursued other interventions of the Nine, known and unknown.

"Unknown" being the bigger problem. Mysterious disappearances are difficult to investigate, as you might imagine, and proving a negative isn't easy. There are always other explanations.

There are a few interventions that I can confirm. Orin, of course. I spoke with her of her Ghost and the Red War, but not much new to learn there.

There is Lodi. There is also, potentially, Sjur Eido. Queen Mara is convinced her death was also written by the hand of the Nine. She knows it, she says, "carved in starlight and weregild," and in Lodi she now has some measure of proof.

The intervention of the Nine is like using a rocket launcher to erase a drawing. The goal will be attained; what happens because of it, they either don't know or don't care. Or both. They are expansive beings, greater in scale than any mortal or immortal foe.

(I am forced now to wonder what disaster Lodi's disappearance from his own time foretold.)

Any great catastrophe might represent their hand, including those they have not seen fit to let us witness. My only conclusion is that we cannot know for certain.

I don't like it.

Pantheos Resplendent Class Item[edit]

"Here is your heart's desire."

Things have changed, haven't they, Ikora? I, no longer the rigid Praxic exemplary; you, no longer the untouched icon of the Warlocks.

But you are still an icon.

We are mired in it, Darkness and intrigue, but it has always been thus—the only difference being the tools in our hands and the wisdom that guides us. The Pujari Position we set aside; the Praxic Creed we revisit.

We try again.

This second potential apocalypse—not much like the first, the Witness's work. Existential, yes; potentially devastating, yes, those apparent similarities. Is there reasonable difference between unmaking and destroying? To doom something to having never existed… what is that? Mourning potential? Would there be a wound left to show the absence? Would anything be left at all?

Could it remain to us only as an imagining? Think of a world where we rebuilt many cities, where the Last City is first among her siblings. The people and the networks and the shining thing we rebuilt out of the Collapse.

Could it exist? Did it ever exist? Is that what our losses might be now—just what-ifs we tell each other by firelight? You find me, Ikora, caught between the old and the new, mired in the brutal indecision of which way to move forward. Certainty, my old friend, deserts me. All I know is this: We must be ready.

And I know we cannot be ready.

We must try anyway.

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