Traveler's Chosen (Exotic)
This article is about the exotic-quality weapon. For the common-quality weapon, see Traveler's Chosen.
The Traveler's Chosen is an exotic sidearm in the Season of Arrivals that can be acquired by completing both parts of the Exodus quest. It is an exotic version of the weapon of the same name, the first weapon acquired in Destiny 2 prior to the release of Shadowkeep. It does not appear as pristine as the weapon it is based on, nor as worn as the damaged version.
Intrinsic: Gathering Light - Final blows with this weapon grant stacks of gathering light. Hold [Reload]: Consume stacks, granting melee, grenade, and class ability energy based on the number of stacks.
Column 1: Sight - Quickdot SAS - Agile sidearm sight.
Column 2: Magazine - Armor Piercing Rounds - Rounds cause extra damage to combatant's shields and over-penetrate targets.
Column 3: Trait - Gift of the Traveler - Each stack of gathering light improves this weapon's reload, handling, and target acquisition.
Column 4: Stock - Short Action Stock - This weapon is especially easy to grip.
All we have left now is our faith.
I push into my ossific den and he is there.
I see him looking over the side, toward his Traveler, head bent. He is speaking softly, but I can hear him. Anyone who was listening could.
He waits for a response and I do as well, tense, curious. He stands attentively, this loyal dog of a man. It is no time at all for me, but for him, the hours creep by in silence.
I am ready to choke the voice of his Traveler if it answers him, but there is nothing. He tightens his grip on the railing.
I feel something shift inside him and a new possibility presents itself.
Again, I press against the sockets. The net creaks softly with my eagerness.
Someone approaches and he turns his back to his Traveler. There is an exchange, obscured by the rubicund thrash.
He is given reports. Hope bleeds from him. He gives the messenger a token of his faith. They accept it without understanding its meaning.
He watches as they leave. There is a hollow place in his center. It is beautiful.
I return warily.
I do not see him, but I hear him. He speaks to all with a voice thick with grief.
I must learn how far I have been set back. I reach to him tentatively. Strength. I push—and feel only sweet, soft rot.
I am delirious with pleasure. It gave them no answers; it was a reflex, the spasm of dumb muscle.
A song of joy rises within me.
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