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Certain positions - often labeled heretical - imply that the Traveler itself triggered the Collapse, or that it knew the Darkness was coming for it and hoped to use the Solar System as a sacrifice or a proxy army. The Binary Star cult is one notable example.
Certain positions - often labeled heretical - imply that the Traveler itself triggered the Collapse, or that it knew the Darkness was coming for it and hoped to use the Solar System as a sacrifice or a proxy army. The Binary Star cult is one notable example.
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===Calcified Fragments: Curiosity===
''Verse 1:0 — Fundament''
Dearest sisters,
It’s taken me two years — a quarter of our lives — but I’ve found the proof. We aren’t native to the Fundament. Our ancient ancestors came here to hide.
The plate of stone we live on, our Osmium Court, is one fragment of a rocky planet that crashed into the Fundament and broke apart. All the other nearby continents — the Helium Drinkers, the Bone Plaza, the Starcutters — came from the same world.
Perhaps the other races of the Fundament are migrants too.
We live on the shrapnel of our homeworld, floating on an ocean deep inside a gas giant.
That’s what Fundament must be. A titanic gas planet. The endless storm above us must be one layer of the atmosphere. And the sea we float on... there’s more down beneath it. So much more!
You understand what this means, Sathona. The Timid Truth is a lie. We aren’t meant to be the world’s prey. We weren’t born to live and die in the dark.
We have a better destiny.
Tell our father, sister Sathona. This is the proof of his life’s work.
With love, for your second birthday,
Your first surviving sister,
[[Oryx, the Taken King|Aurash]]
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===Calcified Fragments: Insight===
Verse 5:9 — I'll Make Sure.
I have made preparations.
If I am defeated I know it will be because my understanding of the universe was incomplete. I failed to anticipate some strategy, some nemesis. (Perhaps Taox, if she still lives.)
If I am defeated, I know that I will fall to something mighty. Something that craves might, something that loves what I love, which is the Deep, a principle and a power, the versatile, protean need to adapt and endure, to reach out and shape the universe entirely for that purpose, to mutate and redesign and test and iterate so that it can prevail, can seize existence and hold it, certain that this is everything, that there is nothing to life except living. And it has two faces, yet it is one shape. One face is the objective, which is obvious, and the other face is that will to sacrifice things and ideas for a single mission, the mission of becoming the shape, a shape that will not relent, the utter commitment to survival, to draw the right sword and choose where to cut: to allow this hunger to become your weapon.
So I will prepare a book, which is a map to a weapon. 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. And then they will take up my weapon, and they will use it, they will use that weapon, which is all that I am.
And armed thus with my past, and my future, and my present (which is a weapon, a weapon that takes whatever is available, a weapon bound to malice), they will mantle me, Oryx, the Taken King.
They will become me and I will become them, each of us defeating the other, correcting the other, alloying ourselves into one omnipotent philosophy. Thus I will live forever.
I’ll make sure.
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But consider the choices before you.
But consider the choices before you.
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==Taken==
===The Taken===
''From the Journals of Ikora Rey''
I have been talking to Eris about the Taken.
She agrees that what we observe — the apertures, the starlight, and of course the Taken entities — is not Hive magic. If Hive arcana is a metaphor, this is the meaning; if they make appeals, then this is the judge.
Oryx wields this power. But Oryx did not make it. We face the same flower we met in the Black Garden.
The process is simple: an aperture opens, like a jaw, and swallows a living thing. It passes into — another place. Later, it returns.
What returns is...
I try to use the word ‘shadow’ but Eris hisses at me. A shadow is a flat projection cast by a light and an object. Less real. Eris insists that these Taken are more real, somehow. She uses words like inhabited, exalted, rendered final...
Is this power blind? Just a natural energy Oryx discovered? I cannot believe it.
My Hidden tell me that the Taken shine with seething, negative light. As if the universe is curling up around them. As if they radiate some pathology that decays into our world as nothingness...
The Taken serve Oryx. But I think those jaws lead elsewhere.
I dream about what happens on the inside. I dream about what might happen. Are the victims devoured, and replaced by simulacra? Husked out and filled up? Is some mathematical operation conducted on them, translating them from one shape to another?
What would I see, if I leapt inside? What would happen to a Guardian? Is that how we end this — all of us leaping into the dark, to fill it up with light?
Eris thinks there’s a poetry to how the Taken change. She thinks we can chart the difference, and understand the will behind it.
I am afraid she may be right.
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===The Taken: Thrall===
You are a Thrall. Numberless spawn of the Hive. Shrieking and expendable: one pebble in an avalanche.
You have been taken.
Stop howling. Set down your claws. Your fear is over. Your weakness is done. You will be strong now.
What is your purpose? What law drives you?
To close with the enemy. To rend it. To move in great numbers, to cower when alone, to swarm when together. But you are predictable. Frail. You cannot pass through fire and shot.
You need to be elusive.
There is a knife for you. It’s shaped like [sideways].
Take up the knife. Use it. Take your new shape.
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===The Taken: Acolyte===
You are an Acolyte. Half-grown backbone of the Hive. Cunning and ambitious and crushed beneath your mighty rulers.
You have been taken.
Stop praying. Give up your recitations. Your faith is fulfilled. You will be strong now.
What is your creed? What do you believe?
That you are alone. That you may, with caution and care, survive to grow and gather tribute. That you may one day lead a centuries-long crusade. But you are lightly armed and craven. You hide behind cover and wish for greatness. Glory escapes you.
You need help.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [not alone].
Take up the knife. Call on its company. Take your new shape.
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===The Taken: Knight===
You are a Knight. Ancient warrior elite. Dreadful backbone of the Hive. You have scarred entire worlds.
You have been taken.
Set down your sword. Put down your boomer. The fight is not yet begun. True immortality awaits you.
What vows compel you? What drives you down the long centuries?
You fear death. Even as you visit nothingness on your foes, even as you gather tribute from your acolytes, you know that one day your strength will be outmatched. And your centuries of slaughter will end. So you practice your guard: you call up walls to protect you.
You betray the sword logic. You compromise the totality of your violence. Why protect your ground when you could take the enemy’s?
You need to make your guard into a weapon.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [no more fear].
Take up the knife. Hide no more. Take your new shape.
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===The Taken: Wizard===
You are a wizard. Master of forbidden secrets. Butcher of physics.
You have been taken.
Abandon your thoughts. You will never understand this. The final secret will tell itself to you.
What logic do you obey? What theory guides your incisions?
You create terrible magic and you spawn new flesh. But you are frail. Behind all your furious power, behind your shields and your legions of attendants, you know you might yet be stripped of your defenses and pinned to ruin.
You need to never be alone.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [call forth the numberless].
Take up the knife. Issue forth a horde. Take your new shape.
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===The Taken: Psion===
You are a Psion. Clever, canny specialist. Bolted into the Cabal hierarchy: a pilot, an investigator, a manipulator, an operative.
You have been taken.
Be still. Your endless vigilance is done. Nothing will enslave you ever again.
What hidden plan do you obey? What is your secret principle?
Your mind is a weapon. The world breaks when you think. Secrets peel apart for you — like fruit. But you are a rare thing. There are so few of you. Your frailty betrays you.
You must be manifold.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [division].
Take up the knife. Cut yourself apart. Take your new shape.
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===The Taken: Phalanx===
You are a Phalanx. One shield in the stalwart Cabal line. Advancing patiently into the storm.
You have been taken.
Unclench your fists. Nothing here can harm you. This is the only place where you are safe.
What training reassures you? What reflex guides your arm?
You put up your shield and it protects you. It protects your brothers and sisters. But your strength is not enough. You absorb punishment but you wait for others to deal it back. You are too slow; you grant your enemy too much space.
Your shield must be a weapon.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [retaliation].
Take up the knife. Tear a hole. Take your new shape.
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===The Taken: Centurion===
You are a Centurion. Commander of the battlefield. The eye and the fist of the Cabal. The tough leather that binds the unit together.
You have been taken.
Be quiet now. Nothing here needs your orders. Everything knows what it has to do.
What discipline binds you? What protocols guide your command?
The unit depends on you. You guide them with your sensors. With your weapons you crack the enemy’s strength and leave them in disarray. But you cannot control everything. The enemy can see your command. The enemy can claim the strong ground, move forward from cover, and kill you first.
You must be sure there is always another threat.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [it will find you].
Take up the knife. Push yourself upon it. Take your new shape.
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===The Taken: Vandal===
You are a Vandal. You slip through life like a thief. Trying to hide from everything greater than you — lest you be reduced, again, to a dreg.
You have been taken.
Come out into the light. You will never be diminished again. No one will ever rebuke you with a blade.
What Captain disciplines you? What obedience has been burnt into your lungs?
You do as your Captain commands. You wield the weapon you are given. You teach the Dregs and make sure everyone pays their share of the loot. But nothing is yours. You have no space to call your own.
You deserve a place of safety. You deserve to be alone with yourself.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [this place is mine].
Take up the knife. Make it your companion. Take your new shape.
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===The Taken: Captain===
You are a Captain. The only thing between your band and asphyxiation. Every Dreg and Vandal counts on you. All of them want to be you. Your entire life is a performance: you play at strength, or you die of weakness.
You have been taken.
Take off your cape. Set down your weapons. No usurper watches you. Nothing is measuring your vulnerability.
What are you proud of? What keeps you brave?
You were noble once. You know it. You wear the memory of power, so that you can lead. But power asks for challenge. Everything that sees your banners and your riches wants to kill you and take what you have.
If you cannot hide yourself, you must make them blind.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [you cannot find me].
Take up the knife. Breathe the blade. Take your new shape.
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===The Taken: Goblin===
You are a Goblin. A multifunctional armature. Your first purpose is to build — to alter the material world so it can think. Your second purpose is to eliminate threats to building.
You have been taken.
Worship this acausal environment. It is the only adaptive response. Devote yourself to the construction of the final shape.
Direct violence is wasteful. Your talent for construction and progress will be repurposed.
Accept the changing blade.
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===The Taken: Hobgoblin===
You are a Hobgoblin. A particle fountain. Your first purpose is to provide energy — to channel power where it is needed for thought. Your second purpose is to eliminate threats to that thought.
You have been taken.
Worship this acausal environment. It is the only adaptive response. Think about the final shape, and the exigencies of its creation.
Your function makes you a priority target. You will be equipped for retaliation.
Accept the changing blade.
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===The Taken: Minotaur===
You are a Minotaur. A walking foundry. Your first purpose is to think about construction — folding space and time into the design. Your second purpose is to eliminate threats to the design.
You have been taken.
Worship this acausal environment. It is the only adaptive response. Subsume yourself into the greatest design.
Your physical unpredictability will be enhanced by stealth.
Accept the changing blade.
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===Primus Ta'aun===
You are Ta’aun. Primus of the Skyburners. Veteran of star-shaking campaigns. Bond brother to Tlu’urn and Mau’ual: your beloved comrades. Your faithful friends. For a while you were the mightiest Cabal soldier in the system.
You have been taken.
You are free now. Free of the ancient armor and stinking oil that kept you alive. Free of cold Phobos watches and desert air that wants to pull your guts out your throat.
Breathe. Taste the sweet, forgotten air of home.
But what happened? How did you get here? These are the important questions, Primus. What caused this? What code did you obey?
Duty. Duty brought you here. Duty is all there was for you.
Your Emperor told you to get aboard the Dreadnaught at any cost. I will go with you, Tlu’urn said, and you said no, no, this is my duty. I will fight with you, Mau’ual said, and you said, turn back, I will do this alone.
You loved them, so you left them, after you crashed your command into the target and you did your very damnedest. For the Emperor, for your duty, all against the howling horde. But it wasn’t enough, was it? That code is not enough.
Sometimes you have to go on alone.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [loneliness]. Pick it up.
You will not need these things any more: duty, camaraderie, pride. You will not need an Emperor or a Bond Brother or any other code. You will not need anything at all. You will be your own whole purpose, a beautiful final purpose, everlasting. Cut away these useless things.
Take the knife. Take it up and use it. Take your new shape.
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===Baxx, The Gravekeeper===
You are Baxx. Grown from tortured flesh. Consumed by rage and hunger. You were shackled to a task — guard this hallowed place. And you failed.
You have been taken.
Rest easy, ravening Baxx. You are free. Free of chains and hunger. Ask yourself, in the furnace of your soul: how did you come here? What goad drove you to this failure?
Pain. Pain is all there is for you.
They grew you and they fed you and they hurt you. They made you into a living weapon. But you were not sharp enough. The world hurt you more than you could hurt it.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [joy]. Pick it up.
You will not need to suffer any more. You will not need pain to drive you or hunger to pull you along. You will be joyful in your purpose, a beautiful annihilation, unending. Cut away these useless things.
Take the knife. Use it. Take your new shape.
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===Taken Champions===
Do not come looking for me. I have slain the last three assassins, Arach. I will slay all who follow. All who would remove me from my lair. The Taken... heh. Such a terrible word. Gifted, we should call them. Blessed. Cleansed.
The Taken carry true power. And what do those of my order seek? Understanding is power. Power is understanding.
We have always sought purchase beyond our skies. Beyond reach of the dead god that hangs in our sky, beyond the reach of the terrible enemy.
I have seen the enemy's face. But that dying Thrall was no monster. It was in ecstasy. I felt the power as my knife bit home. I heard their song, for just a moment.
I will hear it again. Oryx is the Truth. And I will have it.
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===Bracus Horu'usk===
Now I count Horu’usk, who I have taken
The strength of Horu’usk was the knight strength
His armament was not his might
His might was the lord’s might, a leader’s might
I broke the ligature above him
I cut him from his pretender lord
I have read the last true shapes to Horu’usk
I have greatened him
Emancipator, truth-teller, these are my names
The strength of Horu’usk is the loyalty he commands
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===Mengoor and Cra'adug===
Sterile Mengoor! Simple Cra’adug!
You tithed strength to each other, like comrades
When you pulled down the Gift Mast, dyad-bound
the tithing did not reach me
I punish you. I pronounce two curses, thus —
Let one of you be the lesson
This shape is strength — this shape endures
I will arm you with fire
Let one of you be the learner
Learn the shape and the direction of strength
Tithe both sides of your blade to me
I am Oryx, not bound by law. I pronounce a third curse —
Let separation rule you. Let companionship be your ruin.
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===Kagoor===
When I made My Court I said, look, I am an emancipator, I am a truth-teller
I must make room in My Court for joy
Raising great tribute, I took council with my vanquisher worm
It spoke to me — it was the speech of truth
It ate of me — it was the pact I made
It showed me a shape — it was the correct shape of joy
Saying: this is the shape of joy, oh ruler mine
Come forth, Kagoor, and be created into My Court
Speak of your sport. I compel it. I will compare it to this shape.
Sayeth Kagoor, World-Render, who split all moons
My joy is mastery, and dominion
It is the joy of rule
Sayeth Kagoor, I compel the loyalty of all new flesh
Huge and furious in its hunger
That which may not otherwise be commanded
My death is hidden in this sport
I rendered my decision against her, as Oryx, Geometer of Shapes
It was decided on the taste of her tribute
Upon the shape of her sport
Sayeth Crota, My Son
I will raise new flesh that even Kagoor cannot rule.
In this way I will expand Our Might
That is the count of My Court, O Yul
Listen to it carefully. It is my claim.
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