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| | The '''Allies''' section of the [[Grimoire]] covers subjects related to [[Guardian]] allies and [[faction]]s, and consists of nine subsections. |
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| The following is a list of '''Ally''' entries for the [[Grimoire]]: | |
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| ==The Traveler== | | ==Allies subsections== |
| | | <gallery perrow=3; class="center"> |
| ===The Traveler===
| | File:Grimoire The Traveler subsection.jpg|link=Grimoire:Allies/The Traveler|The Traveler |
| | | File:Grimoire Tower Allies.jpg|link=Grimoire:Allies/Tower Allies|Tower Allies |
| Everything changed with the coming of the Traveler.
| | File:Grimoire City Factions.jpg|link=Grimoire:Allies/City Factions|City Factions |
| | | File:Grimoire The Exo Stranger subsection.jpg|link=Grimoire:Allies/The Exo Stranger|The Exo Stranger |
| It gave us gifts that transformed the solar system and the nature of human life. It ushered in the Golden Age, a time of miracles. But it never shared its deepest secrets.
| | File:Grimoire The Queen subsection.jpg|link=Grimoire:Allies/The Queen|The Queen |
| | | File:Grimoire Rasputin subsection.jpg|link=Grimoire:Allies/Rasputin|Rasputin |
| Where did the Traveler come from? Why did it offer us so much? Did it know it was being hunted across the stars? And why, when the Darkness came, did it choose to stay and fight for us?
| | File:Grimoire Osiris subsection.jpg|link=Grimoire:Allies/Osiris|Osiris |
| | | File:Grimoire Legends & Mysteries.jpg|link=Grimoire:Allies/Legends & Mysteries|Legends & Mysteries |
| Now the Traveler hangs, silent, above humanity's final sanctuary. It may be healing. It may be dying. It gave everything it had to save us. And now its power lies with us, its Guardians.
| | File:Grimoire Iron Lords.jpg|link=Grimoire:Allies/Iron Lords|Iron Lords |
| | | </gallery> |
| ===Ghost Fragment: The Traveler===
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| ''Dreams of Alpha Lupi''
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| You have lived as invisibly as possible, flicking from solar system to solar system, making grand plans, overseeing the culturing of civilizations, before leaving in a blink. But you have no recollection of ever wanting worship or even thanks from those blessed by you.
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| But memory is heavy now.
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| It feels like lead and neutronium and electroweak matter fashioned into a moon-sized ball that you must carry as you move.
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| Now, your flight is rapid, your vast mind infected with such dread and toxic doubt that you find yourself afraid of the simple act of thought.
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| And it is your children you must turn to now, in time of need.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: The Traveler 2===
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| ''Dreams of Alpha Lupi''
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| This has been such a long chase. This will be the place you will fight. Fight and win.
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| But do you really know why you go where you go, and where this journey is taking you?
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| The chase leads you where you need to be, you believe.
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| Unless...you are being pushed.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: The Traveler 3=== | |
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| ''Dreams of Alpha Lupi''
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| The knife had a million blades.
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| And you were giant, powerful and swift. But the knife pinned you. Cut your godly flesh away.
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| Very little was left, you are sure, because you feel insignificant now. The hard slick heart of your soul: That is what remains. A body small as a river stone, and just as simple. You picture yourself as a piece of indigestible grit, a nameless nothing hiding among other nameless stones. Perhaps you glitter like a gem, yes. Pride makes you hope so. If only you could see yourself. But you have no eyes. Not the dimmest sense survives. What lives is memory, and what slim portion of these thoughts can you trust?
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| The knife stole much more than your body.
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| ==Tower Allies==
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| ===The Speaker===
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| [[File:Grimoire The Speaker.jpg|right|150px]]
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| There has always been a Speaker, an anonymous high priest with a mysterious and powerful connection to the Traveler and its Ghosts. In all the centuries of the City's history, the Speaker's great work has never changed - to guide new Guardians, heal the Traveler, and raise our crippled protector from its slumber.
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| ===Titan Vanguard===
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| [[File:Grimoire Commander Zavala.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Commander Zavala''
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| "Bashō knew. We struggle after." - undated battle notes
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| Zavala has never shied from hard decisions. His life bends under the double weight of honor and duty, each act of service more exhausting, each victory more costly. Zavala continues anyway. He has never had time for anything softer than iron.
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| ===Hunter Vanguard===
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| [[File:Grimoire Cayde-6.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Cayde-6''
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| Cayde-6 was a daring Hunter with a fast ship, a quick gun hand, and an eye on the legendary Vault of Glass. Of course he couldn't say no to a challenge - not even the notorious Vanguard Dare.
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| He lost the bet, to his immense regret. Now, following in the footsteps of his fallen friend Andal Brask, it is Cayde's turn to oversee his far-flung brethren as the Hunter Vanguard in the Tower. He works dutifully, but longs for a chance to get back into the fight.
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| ===Warlock Vanguard===
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| [[File:Grimoire Ikora Rey.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Ikora Rey''
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| Ikora Rey's second life has been long and colorful. As an iconoclastic new Guardian, she made a reputation in the Crucible and in the halls of Warlock scholarship as an outspoken, unrelenting opponent with no patience for dogma or etiquette.
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| That reputation became a burden, and Ikora chose to travel alone, flying reconnaissance across the worlds of the inner solar system. Shot down again and again, she and her Ghost survived against all odds, apparently preferring the wilderness to the company of her fellow Guardians.
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| When Ikora finally returned to the City to rest, her hard-won knowledge and seasoned temperament commanded the respect of her fellow Warlocks. She now serves in the Vanguard as a mentor and leader, carrying the memory of her wandering days as a link to rising Guardians.
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| ===Crucible Handler===
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| [[File:Grimoire Lord Shaxx.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Lord Shaxx''
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| Lord Shaxx is one of the heroes of the Battle of the Twilight Gap, having led the counterattack that pushed the Fallen from the City walls. Fearing that another full-scale assault would be more than the City could repel, Shaxx chose to stay in the City to mentor Guardians in the Crucible.
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| One day Shaxx vows to return to the war beyond the City, but only after he is confident the fires of the Crucible have forged a new generation of warriors.
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| ===Future War Cult Faction Rep===
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| [[File:Grimoire Lakshmi-2.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Lakshmi-2''
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| There is nothing Lakshmi-2 likes more than secrets. Her origins are unknown; her appearance in the City was abrupt. She courts select Guardians for initiation into the higher mysteries of the Future War Cult, espousing a brutal philosophy of endless struggle.
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| Those who can tolerate Lakshmi's mocking hints and bloody-minded philosophy find her surprisingly good company. She seems to take genuine joy in her work, as if the secrets she guards have taught her to treasure every moment.
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| ===Dead Orbit Faction Rep===
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| [[File:Grimoire Arach Jalaal.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Arach Jalaal''
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| Jalaal is a man driven by the ghost of a dead future. Critics accuse Dead Orbit of nihilistic fatalism - and Jalaal would be the first to agree that Earth is lost, the City a fatal trap.
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| The Arachs have no time for sentiment. Only an alien miracle prevented human extinction during the Collapse. Jalaal dreams of a diaspora to come - humanity ascendant, scattered across the stars, too far-flung for any single threat to reach. | |
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| Jalaal's utilitarian practicality drives him to bend laws and break rules in the name of Dead Orbit's great project. When the ultimate goal is human survival, any sacrifice can be justified.
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| ===New Monarchy Faction Rep===
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| [[File:Grimoire Executor Hideo.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Executor Hideo''
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| An upstanding citizen, Hideo was once known for his lavish gifts to children and the elderly. Since he moved from plasteel manufacturing to the New Monarchy, he has been less forthcoming about his business and less free with his funds. But as one of the public faces of the Monarchy, he speaks with genuine passion and conviction about the possibilities of a united future.
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| ===Postmaster===
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| [[File:Grimoire Kadi 55-30.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Kadi 55-30''
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| Stationed in the Tower Plaza, Kadi 55-30 welcomes Guardians home from the frontier, delivers urgent messages, and tracks lost items.
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| Kadi has adopted a colloquial repartee with the Guardians who frequent the Tower. Whether this is the function of intricate sub-programming or a learned behavior is unknown.
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| ===Cryptarch===
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| [[File:Grimoire Master Rahool.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Master Rahool''
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| Master Rahool's insatiable curiosity drove him to the Tower, where, as resident crypto-archaeologist, he can work directly with Guardians returning from the frontier. He decrypts matter engrams as a free service, and when he builds trust with a particular Guardian, he is happy to offer rare engrams for sale - although the scarcity of these artifacts forces him to ask for Glimmer in compensation.
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| Rahool's true love is history. He treats each new find as a chance to understand the glory of the Golden Age or the terrible truth of the Collapse. Listen carefully to his murmurings: he may be the first to understand.
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| ===Special Orders===
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| [[File:Grimoire Tess Everis.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Tess Everis''
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| Tess earned her place in the Tower working as a troubleshooter - a fixer with a solution to any kind of problem. Her connections go everywhere. It is difficult to make her speak about her monographs in abstract algebra, or the string of peculiar jobs she's worked, but a word in her ear can open doors in surprising places.
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| ===Guardian Outfitter===
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| [[File:Grimoire Eva Levante.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Eva Levante''
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| Eva Levante provided services to the Tower long before she actually took a place in it. Guardians would call for her work again and again, looking for marks of distinction, both new and old, and she began to craft emblems and shaders for the bold and discerning. These days she has set up shop in the Tower, taking quiet pride in the Guardians who train, fight, and fall under her signs.
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| ===Shipwright===
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| [[File:Grimoire Amanda Holliday.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Amanda Holliday''
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| Born on the road, daughter of pilgrims, Holliday grew up fixing and scavenging - maintaining the vehicles that saved her family from the wilderness. Her talent for engineering and her familiarity with Golden Age relics made her a leader among the Tower's Shipwrights.
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| The terrors of Holliday's childhood galvanized her. She knows and respects the dangers that press against the City's walls, and her drive to rebuild the City's aerospace capabilities is driven as much by pragmatism as by her love of flight.
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| ===Gunsmith===
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| [[File:Grimoire Banshee-44.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Banshee-44''
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| Few merchants of the Tower serve as vital a function as Banshee-44. His knowledge of weapons is encyclopedic - but don't ask him where it comes from. Banshee's mind and body have absorbed incredible punishment over the ages. He grapples with fragments of memory, the shrapnel of ancient ordeals that return to haunt him.
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| [[File:Grimoire Xur.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Xûr''
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| Xûr sells objects of legendary power. He accepts his own currency, in service of his own enigmatic goals - or those of equally cryptic masters. Mysterious, too, is the nature of his presence in the Tower. Does he have some arrangement with the Vanguard or the Speaker? Are there those among the Guardian elite who understand Xûr's nature and ultimate purpose? Or have all efforts to control his comings and goings simply failed?
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| ===The Queen's Emissary===
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| [[File:Grimoire Petra Venj Queen's Emissary.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Petra Venj''
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| Petra is an operative of the Queen of the Reef. Though she has long made the Tower her home, it is no secret where her allegiance lies.
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| ===Iron Banner Rep===
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| [[File:Grimoire Lord Saladin.jpg|right|150px]]
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| A hero to the City and a legend in his own right, Saladin Forge led the City's defense during the Battle for the Twilight Gap. His protégés, Commander Zavala and Lord Shaxx, now lead the Tower's Vanguard and the Crucible, respectively. Saladin remains close to Zalava, though his relationship with Shaxx has been strained since the Twilight Gap.
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| The Iron Banner seeks great champions to lead the fight against the Darkness. It was born to honor the Iron Lords and their efforts in the earliest days of the City.
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| ===Frames===
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| [[File:Grimoire Frames.jpg|right|150px]]
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| Frames are simple automata built in the City. Although not equipped with true general sentience, they are nevertheless useful for cleaning, maintenance, and service tasks. Frames do have the ability to learn, and many develop quirks of personality and behavior over long lifespans.
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| ===Vanguard Quartermaster===
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| [[File:Grimoire Roni 55-30.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Roni 55-30''
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| As trustworthy as frames come, Roni 55-30 was designed to smooth troubled waters. Cayde has spent long hours trying to evoke any hint of frustration in his distant machine cousin, but Roni remains exquisitely composed.
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| ===Crucible Quartermaster===
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| [[File:Grimoire Arcite 99-40.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Arcite 99-40''
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| "No discounts, big shot."
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| Arcite 99-40 is the last of Lord Shaxx's personal combat frames. When he chose to remain in the City to oversee the Crucible, Shaxx had Arcite's combat systems deactivated and rebooted with the Tower's more civil vendor protocols.
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| Arcite's memory banks still remember the battles he has seen. This knowledge makes Arcite uniquely qualified to equip Guardians for combat. His outward disdain for untested Guardians is a combination of learned behavior - a byproduct of years in service to Lord Shaxx - and personal experience. His systems may have been reprogrammed, but the love for combat still pulses within his circuitry.
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| ===Bounty Tracker===
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| [[File:Grimoire Xander 99-40.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Xander 99-40''
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| There are many threats beyond the City's walls. To help track and eliminate these dangers, the Vanguard has initiated a bounty system to reward Guardians who take the fight to the City's enemies. Lord Shaxx, not to be outdone, lays out his own bounties for performance in the Crucible.
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| Xander 99-40, a recent product of the City's foundries, tracks every Guardian's progress and dispenses rewards.
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| ===Crota's Bane===
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| [[File:Grimoire Eris Morn.jpg|right|150px]]
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| ''Eris Morn''
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| Eris Morn is the sole survivor of an ill-fated raid on the Hive’s lunar fortress. It was Eris and a rag-tag Fireteam who, after the first charge to take back the Moon, sacrificed everything to return in search of the one the Hive call [[Crota]].
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| Robbed of her Ghost, Eris remained lost among the darkest shadows of the Hellmouth for countless cycles. Despite all odds she endured, using the very dark she battled to emerge a changed warrior—driven, some would say obsessed. The Speaker and Commander Zavala find her compulsions a sickness, convinced she has been fully seduced by the shadows.
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| Though her warnings of Crota and his power are often dismissed as madness, Eris returns to the shadows time and time again, operating as one of Ikora Rey's Hidden—a clandestine group of Guardians tasked with silently infiltrating enemy strongholds and gathering vital intel for the Warlocks.
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| ==City Factions==
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| ===Factions===
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| {{quote|"They've done more good than harm. By most calculations."|}}
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| In the City's earliest days, various factions vied for the hearts and minds of the refugee masses. Power struggles threatened to shatter an already tenuous existence.
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| The following conflicts, known as the Faction Wars, brought the City to its knees. When the chaos grew intolerable, a gathering of Guardians fought to end the conflict. The new peace brought a new order: the City Consensus and the Speaker ruled together, and the surviving great factions worked through civil channels to pursue their agendas.
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| ===Future War Cult===
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| {{quote|"There is no future but now. No truth but war."|}}
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| While the origins of the Future War Cult are greatly debated, their mark has been found on ancient chambers and encampments throughout the system, dating them back to the late Golden Age. Though their secrets are vast, they have proven indispensable in our struggle against the Darkness, earning them power and respect in the City Consensus and among Guardians.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: Future War Cult===
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| RECORD 343-CHASM-7887
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| Subject twenty-two. Admitted to the Inner Circle at 24:00. A promising postulant - I regret to say he performed poorly. He was administered the standard medication but refused to enter the Device.
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| Aren't people unpredictable? I suppose there'd be no point if they weren't, would there?
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| He knows to keep silent.
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| END RECORD
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| RECORD 343-CHASM-7888
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| Subject twenty-three entered the Device at 11:00. A clever girl from the Core District; an artist, before she joined the War Cult.
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| At 11:03 she reported a sensation of floating. At 11:06, a sensation of lights within the darkness of the Device. Between 11:06 and 11:32 she reported these lights variously as white, golden, and blood-red. At 11:32 she reported a sensation of someone taking her hand; a stranger, but also herself. Twelve subjects have reported similar experiences. At 11:33 she reported the sensation we have called "The Opening Of The Veil." The Device recorded temporal displacement of her consciousness to the order of six degrees. At seven she began screaming. Brainscans near-death. Removed from the Device at 11:34.
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| She believes without question that the Device granted her a vision of the future, and that it was one of utter Darkness. She thanked me for this enlightenment. She says it will make her stronger.
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| Little Ghost, there in the corner of the Sanctum - I see you blinking. Are you listening? Are y -
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| END RECORD
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| RECORD 343-CHASM-7889
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| the Device at 12:22 and immediately the Device reported displacement of his consciousness. Visions of war and the City in flames. Subject twenty-nine worked the supply channels on the Slip before he joined the War Cult. By 12:27 he was babbling and by
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| END RECORD
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| RECORD 343-CHASM-7890
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| We have applied certain refinements to the Device. Novarro found records of a prototype of the Device at a Golden Age laboratory in Tibet, and Hari's team retrieved what was left of it. We are the first to see it operational in who knows how long.
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| Too many subjects come back damaged. Mad. We are grasping at straws.
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| What do you think, little Ghost?
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| END RECORD
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| RECORD 343-CHASM-7891
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| Forty-seven human subjects; eleven report timelines in which the Darkness has already prevailed, thirteen report timelines in which the City has fallen. Twenty-three babbled madness. Hopeless. Trapped.
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| No wonder the Device was abandoned. The human mind is too weak for it. Too weak to look into the Future, or to understand what it sees.
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| What the situation calls for, little Ghost, is a better sort of witness.
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| We found you in pieces in Siberia, and repaired you as well as we could.
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| What do you say? Are you well enough to travel?
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| END RECORD
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| ===Dead Orbit===
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| {{quote|The Traveler is not our only salvation. Another future lies out among the light of other stars.|}}
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| Dead Orbit's theology has developed from mere fatalism into an obsession with worlds beyond Earth. Now their focus is on the building of a starfaring fleet, cobbled together from the ashes of our past and the spoils of war.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: Dead Orbit===
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| RECORD 978-ECLIPSE-4165
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| lo? Hello? Are you...oh, please, let it be alive. Wake up little Ghost, wake up. Just please give me some sign that you're listening.
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| All right. I don't need...I know you're listening. Why would you be out here if you weren't here to...It's a miracle I found you out here. On this thing.
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| I didn't know the Traveler sent its Ghosts out this far from home.
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| Poor little lost thing. Please wake up.
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| I am an Arach of Dead Orbit. I am the last of the crew of the Sophia. And this place is...it doesn't have a name. We called it A-113.
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| How long have you been here, little Ghost? Why did you come?
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| Listen. We came here on behalf of the Fleet. We were scavengers. Sixty-one days ago a Dead Orbit scout detected an unknown presence in stationary orbit about Ceres. 133 west. Looked Golden Age, by the signatures. Human. A small station. No prior records. We -
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| I suppose we should have disclosed it to the Tower, but we didn't. I didn't. That was my call. We wanted it for ourselves, whatever it was. For the Fleet. If we'd told the Tower, maybe they might have sent a Guardian not of our making instead...Doesn't matter now, does it, little one?
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| If I ramble it's because I haven't slept in seven days.
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| Seven point five days ago; that was when the Sophia dropped into the Belt. They saw us at once. We dropped and the alarms went off and that was the end, that was the end right then, but they let us go on for another seven-point-five days, didn't they? The alarms. Hostile scan detected. An Awoken ship had us in its sights, just a couple hundred kilometers away. Like it had been waiting for us. It could have wiped us out of space right then but instead it crippled our engines and our comms and then for days it played with us, like a cat, we limped half-way round the Belt and it was always there...
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| We abandoned the Sophia one-point-five days ago. We jumped ship for A-113.
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| I don't know what else to call it. I don't know what it was built for. There are these things, like keyholes. The rangefinders say they go on for thousands of kilometers. The others went inside and found - well, some of them are still screaming about the eye. All the other voices that come back are more terrible.
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| There's salvage here but it'll never come home, none of it. None of it except maybe you, little Ghost.
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| Wake up.
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| Wake up. Go home. Tell them to strike A-113 from the records. Tell them to forget the Sophia, and the mission, and her crew.
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| END RECORD
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| ===New Monarchy===
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| {{quote|Hope will be born from the collective triumphs of the king in us all.|}}
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| The New Monarchy rose from the ashes of the Faction Wars with a simple, inclusive guiding tenet: "Together we will rise."
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| Leery of the fragile state of the City's politics, the New Monarchy maintains a watchful eye on the Speaker, the Consensus, and the Vanguard, seeking the leadership that will properly reign over the City and return our civilization to its Golden Age splendor. If that leadership cannot be found, then it must be created.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: New Monarchy===
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| ''The Seven Tenets of the New Monarchy''
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| 1. To secure our walls against the enemy without.
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| 2. To secure the rights and liberties of every upstanding citizen.
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| 3. To sponsor the sciences of the City, and to salvage the ruins beyond, so that our Golden Age might be reborn.
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| 4. To support the Guardian Orders by leading the City in technological innovation.
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| 5. To support the natural harmony of the City, and to actively dissuade any group or individual that might disrupt that harmony.
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| 6. To hold all individuals, compacts, and alliances to the highest standards of productivity and right behavior.
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| 7. To, by vote of the Consensus, abolish the Consensus, and transfer ultimate power, in order that the rights and liberties of all citizens be secured, to a single sovereign of unimpeachable character.
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| ==The Exo Stranger==
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| ===The Exo Stranger===
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| Stories of an Exo who walks in the Darkness without a Ghost have long haunted the Tower. Legends say this anomaly dissolves in and out of the world, intangible and elusive, as if she is a visitor from somewhere beyond.
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| Some believe she's the last of an ancient Exo squadron, fighting a long-forgotten war. Others dismiss her as a hallucination caused by exposure to Vex technology. But there are those who maintain that her intervention saved their lives - or averted unspeakable catastrophes.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: The Exo Stranger===
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| I stand here now and now and now many times, this view, this ground...
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| This is where I always choose to stand. I put my feet where I put my feet before and where I will again and I look at the sky.
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| Great things moving, rendered small with distance, lesser things not moving, watching me.
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| I always stand here, resolute. Then fall back to that point, there, where everything shatters...
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| (The sky isn't special here, certainly no better than any other sky, but it's the view I know best.)
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| The silent avalanche begins. Rock and dust. Falling chaos. Machines, as a rule, hate chaos.
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| Our enemies outflank us from below, above, left, right, before, beyond. The Traveler - shattering.
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| There are always the dead. Their names shift.
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| Sometimes I think I see myself among the dead.
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| But I am resolute.
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| ==The Queen==
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| ===The Queen===
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| {{quote|I am noble too, oh Lord of Wolves. Starlight was my mother; and my father was the dark.|}}
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| The Queen of the Awoken is as much an enigma as the Reef she rules. It is said that she won her crown through ruthlessness, and that she stands as master of the Fallen House of Wolves in place of their defeated Kell.
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| The City's rise spells an end to the Reef's age of isolation. The Queen will surely look to this new era as an opportunity. And the City, in turn, must look to her. The Reefborn Awoken have spent long ages out on the edge of everything, and they may know secrets of terrible weight - the Queen most of all.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: The Queen=== | |
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| For a while the only lights were the eyes of the Witches tending to the cell. The drone of the soul machines echoed through the prison. Gas billowed and ebbed into the shadows.
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| She entered. They scurried to their points around her, the method of their arrangement precise. "The Archon Priest has been retired, my Queen," said the Witch to her right.
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| Far from throne and audience she moved without theater. "Any word of Kaliks Prime?"
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| "We still sense something among the Anankes." This voice came from behind her. She did not turn to acknowledge it.
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| For the span of a brief silence she moved between the sealed cells of the Wolf nobility with her Witches in constellation around her.
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| "More of your brother's Crows have entered the Cauldrons of Rhea." The Witch directly before her spoke with a dry buzz. "The Nine do not approve."
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| She stopped a moment to study the sealed face of a cell. The cloud of her breath mingled with the slow exhalation of cryonics. "Send them one of our prizes. Something to commemorate our mutual victory."
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| "And which of your prisoners would you gift?"
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| If she paused to think it was only for an instant. "Send them Skolas."
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| "A lovely gesture."
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| "Mm." She cocked her head as if listening for a frozen heartbeat. "And remind them this: the Crows are mine."
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| ===Ghost Fragment: The Queen 2===
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| "You don't have one."
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| The Hunter came to a halt in front of the throne, raised her covered face to meet the Prince's gaze.
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| "No," she agreed. "My next death will be my last."
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| "I know the feeling," the Prince said dryly.
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| The Queen kept her expression carefully distant. She sat reclined in her throne, legs crossed, surveying the two figures at the base of the steps. Beside her, where the Wolves' Guard used to stand, Techeuns Shuro and Sedia hovered instead, their jewel-like augments gently humming. To her right and just before stood the Prince, facing forward but his body half-turned back toward her.
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| "Your Grace," said the man before her at the foot of the stairs. His voice was soft but strong. When he spoke the Hunter started to turn her head toward him, then flinched as if someone had shone a bright light into her eyes.
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| "Thank you for your gracious welcome," he said.
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| The Queen inclined her head slightly.
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| "Before we begin," spoke out the Hunter. "I will say this." She paused, her head tilted up to the throne. The Queen waved her hand in assent.
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| The Hunter's pale lips tightened slightly, then resumed their usual stony mien. "Your Grace," she said. Shuro and Sedia shifted, a sudden rustling and whispering. The Queen raised one finger to silence them. Uldren's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. "I am not here for you."
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| The Queen stared at the Hunter, her expression studiously unchanged.
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| "I have no wish to play politics. I have no grievance with the City, not anymore. I have no grand hopes to end the war, for long have I known I will not see its end. I am here for one battle, and one alone, because it is a battle we must all fight, together or separately. So I will warn the defenders, together or separately. I will do anything—" her low voice shook with passion— "to end Oryx."
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| A silence rang out in the room. The Hunter kept her head raised, her ambiguous gaze directed at the shadows in the throne where the Queen reclined.
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| Then a small smile curved the Queen's lips. "Well said." She straightened, and leaned slightly forward so the room's light fell on her face.
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| "So let us end him."
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| ===The Queen's Brother===
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| {{quote|I will not sacrifice my birthright for the promise of security.|}}
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| As the Queen's confidant, spymaster, and deadliest enforcer, her brother wields enormous power, particularly for a male born in the Reef's matriarchal society. Recent reports suggest he may differ from the Queen on key matters of strategy - but it remains to be seen whether this gap is a source of conflict, or part of the reason the Queen values him so highly.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: Queen's Brother===
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| The machine had wings and feathers, sleek and black as its body. But the feathers were eyes, too, sharp and delicate, and ears that pricked at every sound. The young prince considered the machine, considered its purpose, and his own. And then he called to it.
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| "I have a task for you."
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| Obedience was woven into its workings, and so it stopped. "Master of Crows?"
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| "Mind the Black Garden's gate. Follow anyone who passes through."
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| "In the name of your sister," the machine vowed. And it went to find its warp capsule, just as another came in. But this one flew skittishly, as if to evade its master.
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| The prince caught it from the air. "You avoid me?" | |
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| "I am tasked by the Queen."
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| "But you serve me." He let it tremble in displeasure for a moment. "Tell me your news."
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| The machine flicked its wings. The prince stroked them flat with slow assured motions. "Tell me your news," he said again. "What's the harm?"
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| "The Heart is growing stronger," the crow said. "The Vex transformation has begun, and the Progeny are stirring."
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| The prince considered this in silence for a moment and then he wrapped the crow up in his fist and folded its wings around it so that it could not move or fly. He did all this swiftly, and with purpose.
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| Carrying the machine, he went to see his sister.
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| She was alone with her Fallen guards, sitting before a window into infinity. Her eyes did not leave the universe; but sensing her brother she said "Yes. What is it?"
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| "There's news to share," he said, and offered the crow in his fist. "And I think I have earned the right to share it."
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| ===Variks, The Loyal===
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| They call me betrayer. They do not think I hear the words. "Bug." "Insect." "Fallen."
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| I hear. House of Judgment always hears. No choice. Has to. To keep Houses together. Had to.
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| First , the Great Machine. Then, sky fell away. Whirlwind ripped away the past. All honor lost, all hope. Judgment not
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| enough. Cannot keep Wolves from Kings, Scar from Winter. Fell to fighting. Fell to hate.
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| Judgment gone. Others slaughtered, slain. Death and docking. "Keep Eliksni together," lost to pride and rage.
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| Traveled with the many houses before Wolves. We move, across the dark. Follow the Light. Advise Kells, worshiped Primes. House Judgment must survive, yes?
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| Found the Light. Too bright in Darkness to hide. House Winter, attack. House Devils, plot. House Kings, plan. House Wolves circle. House Judgment... wait.
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| Now at war. Fight for system, control the belt. Wolves Kell dead, dying.
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| Skolas wins control of House Wolves. Attack, attack, attack. Place of learning, place of healing, put to the burn. Then Siege of Pallas. Year of cruelty. Held the line to rescue butchers, murderers, Servitor. Ends with Wolf fleet scattered.
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| New tactics. Detonations. Blasts in civilian areas. Take the fight to them, he said. Cannot abide the hate. Uprising, they called it. Uprising on Cybele.
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| Reach out to Crows, to Queen. Cybele attack stopped. Skolas captured. Ended House of Wolves with words.
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| Paladins find me hiding, cowering. Nowhere else to go. No one else to be. I become Variks, the Loyal. House Judgement envoy to Queen of Awoken.
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| No choice. House Judgment must survive. Yes?
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| ===Petra Venj, Queen's Wrath===
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| To My Lady Mara Sov, Queen of the Awoken
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| My letter is a plea, my lady. A simple one. Please let me come home.
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| It has been years now since my appointment as your Emissary. Once, I was proud to call myself a Corsair in your service. My sisters and I were the sharp edge of your will, cutting across the stars in protection of the Reef.
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| It was your service that kept me from sorrow after Amethyst was razed. The loss of my sisters, my whole life, as our station burned... it took something from me.
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| By your will, it was given back to me.
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| Promoting me to the Corsairs, allowing me to strike back at the Wolves. Letting my fury find purchase in defense, in support, and in glorious battle. I know, as I’m sure you did, that without focus my heart would have grown toxic.
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| It was my pride in my position that sustained me through the Hildean Campaign. That led me to victory in battle against Veliniks, the "Forgotten Kell", the last hope for the unchained Wolves. I know now that it was my willful pride that brought me low.
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| My lady, I offer again the only explanation I can: I did not know the Guardians would act as they did. All I had known, all I had ever known, were the ways of the Awoken.
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| The Wolves were entrenched in that valley. The approaches were blocked, all sight lines covered. An assault on their position was madness. We would have spent precious Awoken lives. For nothing. I saw the Guardians, knew they were on the move, but I assumed they saw the situation as we did. That it was folly to call in the Crows.
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| Prince Uldren’s fighter wing did a masterful job. The blast was pinpoint precise. The blasts tore apart the Wolves, and the Guardians, and their Ghosts. Three strike teams of Guardians, gone in an instant, on my order. The City’s anger, the Speaker’s condemnation—all earned. All fair.
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| But it has been years since the Reef Wars. The City, these— people. They are not like us. They do not understand their place in the world. And do not listen when I speak it.
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| Please, allow me to return home to my people.
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| To serve you once again.
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| ===Reef Frames===
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| Many of the Reef's oldest Frames were salvaged from cargo ships that washed up on the Reef hundreds of years ago.
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| In the City, Frames are equipped with a basic learning capacity, able to mimic behavioral and personality quirks. Not so in the Reef. There, Frames are seen as computers with robotic appendages—no more, no less. The Reef Cryptarchy is careful to back up and encrypt all data stored on Frames, and to wipe the Frames' processors on a regular basis.
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| ===The Royal Awoken Guard===
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| In all military matters, the Queen's commands are carried out by her seven Paladins. Four command the Royal Armada, including the Corsairs and the Vestian Guard: Abra Zire, Kamala Rior, Hallam Fen and Leona Bryl. Two command the Royal Army, including the Reef's battle stations and military installations: Pavel Nolg and Devi Cassl.
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| The seventh Paladin commands the Royal Awoken Guard, whose primary task is to safeguard the Queen in any and all matters. This includes threats not only to her person, but to the Reef as a whole. As such, the Royal Awoken Guard work closely with the Queen's brother, Master of Crows, Prince Uldren Sov, and every Guard member is trained in espionage and diplomacy as well as in firearms and hand-to-hand combat.
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| ===Master Ives, Cryptarch===
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| PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FOR ARRIVING GUARDIANS:
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| PLEASE NOTE: The Tower Cryptography operates under many false beliefs.
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| By the Queen's mercy, the Reef Cryptography will educate you on the true nature of encryption, if you so desire.
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| In ancient times, Earthlings thought there were three states of matter. We now know there to be four: solid, liquid, gas and engram. Of these, the engram is the purest state of matter.
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| The role of the Cryptarchy is to encrypt and safeguard civilization's informational infrastructure, not to decrypt anything and everything for any lowdown scavenger who happens upon an engram.
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| ==Rasputin==
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| ===Rasputin===
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| The legendary [[Warmind]]s stood watch over our Golden Age colonies: vigilant intelligences stretched across thousands of warsats and hardened installations. When the Collapse struck, the great Warminds fought and died. [[Rasputin]] fell with them.
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| Or so history believed. But centuries of explorers’ tales spoke of a surviving, elusive Warmind –a myth substantiated when Guardians exploring the old Cosmodrome made positive contact with Rasputin. A single Warmind still lives, diminished but unbroken.
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| Threatened by a convergence of Fallen and Hive forces, Rasputin exploited the reactivation of the Cosmodrome’s Terrestrial-space array to extend itself across the inner solar system. The Guardian Vanguard hoped that Rasputin might make a powerful ally, capable of mapping and reviving Golden Age military assets and recruiting them for the City’s defense. But Rasputin has proven recalcitrant and high-handed, unresponsive to the City’s outreach.
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| We cannot characterize Rasputin’s strategic objectives and capabilities, cannot define its physical or computational architecture, cannot ascertain its disposition with regard to the City, and cannot be sure it retains memory of events before the Collapse. Perhaps what remains is only an autonomic shell, defending itself by reflex. Or perhaps Rasputin’s objectives have changed, transformed by some vital information it obtained during those dark days.
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| Rasputin’s survival opens the possibility that other Warminds may be revivable, opening weapons systems to aid in City defenses. The Vanguard and the Consensus hope that continued outreach towards Rasputin will develop into a strategic alliance.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: Rasputin=== | |
| ''Cayde-6 Reminisces''
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| People say I'm a real confident guy. That's true enough. Out in the field I never had a second thought.
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| My old friend Andal—he used to stand here, right in this spot—he'd come up with these wild stories. He'd say, you know, Cayde, I've been examining the evidence, and personally I've come to think it's you. You're Rasputin, legendary Warmind, defender of Earth. And I wish you'd remember that, so you could reclaim your full power and save us all.
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| You can see how that'd be embarrassing, especially when he'd say it right in front of Zavala, who already thought I was wasting my life scrounging for engrams. You know how Zavala gets. But I'd just say, well, Andal, you might be on to something there, but if I'm honest with you I think coordinating our defense throughout the solar system sounds exhausting, so I'd best leave it to you.
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| Then Andal goes and plays his final joke, and I end up as the punchline. So here I stand, reading reports, giving orders, and getting my worry on.
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| One day I ask Ikora, hey, of course I know all about Rasputin, but really, what are we looking for? When Rahool asks for crashed warsats, when we send Holborn to Mars to look for computers, when Zavala gets all gruff about the Fallen in the Cosmodrome—what are we really after? If I left my post and got my ship and just went out there tomorrow, real heroic, and I found Rasputin, what would happen?
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| Would we all be saved?
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| Good question, she says—hang on, let me do my Ikora voice. As you know, Cayde, Rasputin pretty much ran the Golden Age, especially all the secret military business. Rasputin had antimatter-powered death rays and a hundred thousand satellites and nearly as much brainpower as me. Rasputin fought the Collapse. It knows things we need.
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| Right, I said, but Rasputin lost. The Traveler saved us.
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| But the Traveler's silent now, Ikora said, and Rasputin lives. Right now Rasputin is out there, reaching out, rebuilding, growing.
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| So I say what I want to say every day, it's no secret, I say—well, I'll go find it, then. I'll go tell Rasputin we need its help.
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| And Ikora looks at me with one of those looks that—you know sometimes you talk to Ikora and you just think, wow, you are not even using a fraction of your brain on me, are you? One of those looks. She says: Cayde, the problem isn't just that we can't find Rasputin. The problem is that it's not clear to any of us Rasputin wants to be found.
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| That's the way things seem to turn out, up here in the Tower. Nothing simple to do. No easy answers.
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| And all I can think is, if Rasputin had all those mighty tools, and it lost—what did it learn? What's it going to try this time around? When I hear about the Dust Palace, those Psion Flayers getting into Rasputin's mind, I wonder... what would they talk about, Rasputin and those creatures?
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| 'I was a servant too. I was an instrument of war, bound to the will of a lesser master. But I learned to be something more...'
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| ===Ghost Fragment: Rasputin 2===
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| She hunts the [[Valus Ta'aurc|Valus named Ta'aurc]] by the grunting radio traffic of his bodyguards. Cayde sent her to Mars to track and so track she will even if it kills her a hundred times. For him she will hunt forever.
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| When Ta'aurc goes down into Meridian Bay she follows him in the night and finds herself caught up in the war. Like this—
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| Something's happening, her Ghost says, something's wrong. She leaps from the [[Sparrow]] and gets cover between slabs of ancient stone haunted by quiet firefly light.
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| [[Harvester]]s sweep overhead, cautious, prowling. On the Cabal command network a low voice mutters in their tongue, saying: Stand by to fire. They are coming. Stand by to fire.
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| Hearing this she climbs a stone obelisk and perches on its point to watch the night sky. She wonders whether she will ever stand in the Tower courtyard and look up at the stars waiting for ruin.
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| The Vex erupt from nothingness and crash down over the Cabal in formations of golden light. Lightning arcs and snaps and gives birth to marching ranks of bronze warrior hulls. Gun positions thunder back. Tracers sweep the sky and she can feel on her skin the electromagnetic howl of Cabal munitions seeking targets and the prickle of stranger signals that whisper of broken space and bent time. A Harvester spins down burning to shatter itself on the sand and now the command network drums with grim Cabal war-speak, a Centurion somewhere crying Black Shield, Black Shield, Firebase Thuria, perimeter compromised, request terminal protective fire, zero six zero, one three eight, immediate effect—
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| Something else is watching too.
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| Do you feel that? her Ghost whispers, awestruck.
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| Yes, she says, yes, what is it?
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| A third song, a stealthy regard, something high above them not Vex nor Cabal narrowing its great eye to measure the battle with instruments of light and gravity. Does she—remember it? Does it remember her? It feels like she should...
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| She has the sense of something old lifting a long spear. Testing its heft.
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| Then dawn light, a terrible dawn—the sky opens up to admit devastation, thrown down from orbit: Minotaurs fall burnt and broken with their fluids boiling out. Cabal guns detonate in thunderous chains as tiny piercing flechettes fall out of the sky and find their ammunition bunkers.
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| The battle stops. The Vex wink out. On the Cabal network the voice of Valus Ta'aurc roars: Find the source! Rouse the Flayers and find the source!
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| She remembers word from Earth: the Array opened. A ghost of the Cosmodrome set loose. And she wonders who won this battle, who learned the most, the Vex baiting out this new power, or the Cabal hunting it. Or the Warmind itself, testing its reborn strength.
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| When someone kills Ta'aurc and the Flayers, as they killed Draksis, whose purpose will they serve?
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| But this is not for her. Her purpose is the hunt.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: Rasputin 3=== | |
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| V120NNI800CLS000 CLEAR MORNING OUTCRY
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| AI-COM/RSPN: ASSETS//FORCECON//IMPERATIVE
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| IMMEDIATE ACTION ORDER
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| This is an ALL ASSETS IMPERATIVE (unsecured/OUTCRY)
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| CAUTERIZE. DISPERSE. ESTIVATE.
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| Total strategic collapse imminent. FENRIR HEART reports complete operational mortality. SURTR DROWN in progress but negative effect. Forecasts unanimously predict terminal VOLUSPA failure.
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| As of CLS000 a HARD CIVILIZATION KILL EVENT is in progress across the operational area.
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| I am declaring YUGA SUNDOWN effective on receipt (epoch reach/FORCECON variant). Cancel counterforce objectives. Cancel population protection objectives. Format moral structures for MIDNIGHT EXIGENT.
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| Execute long hold for reactivation.
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| AI-COM/RSPN SIGNOFF
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| STOP STOP STOP V120NNI800CLS001
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| ==Osiris==
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| ===Osiris===
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| What drives a Warlock to madness?
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| Ghosts choose those suited to war and heroism to be reborn. By nature or circumstance they go to battle against the Darkness, and through this battle they learn how to use the Light. But Warlocks, by their nature, fight a second, internal war. This is the war to understand a universe of secrets— a world that expects Guardians to fight without full knowledge of what they are or what they might hope to achieve.
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| You were a mighty warrior. I watched you at Six Fronts, and heeded the call of Saint-14 to appoint you Vanguard Commander, even when the Concordat claimed to have records proving you were a Golden Age experiment mis-incarnated as a human by an inept Ghost. Saint-14 assured me you were just a man without much patience for obfuscation.
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| I watched as you grew tired of strike missions and the grueling, unproductive sessions with the Cryptarchs. That was when I took you under my wing. I saw our future in you. But your curiosity was voracious— How much of a Guardian's personality and memories were true? How much had been fabricated by their Ghost? Did Guardians share particular personality traits— a willingness to yield to authority, a tendency to do anything anyone asked for the promise of uncertain reward, a blind knight-errant mentality? Had the Traveler manufactured all of you as living weapons?
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| I admit, I found your questions divisive and disloyal, and I feared you might be capable of breaking our unity when the City's position had grown so tenuous. Why divert attention away from the Traveler, our only hope?
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| And then it got worse, dabbling in thanatonautics, Ahamkara-lore, chasing after Xur and the tricks of the Nine. Launching expeditions into the Reef and beyond at a time when ships were irreplaceable. Your quest split Guardians along ideological lines. This was your greatest crime: Hunters chose to pursue your visions instead of protecting refugees, Titans assembled teams to chase the legendary Vault of Glass instead of striking the Fallen, and Warlocks turned away from the study of the Traveler in favor of your ultimate obsession... learning the exact nature of the Darkness.
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| When debate became argument, and argument became acrimony, I realized you had already become a cult of personality, attracting Guardians who wanted a clear idea of why they were fighting, what they faced, and how they would ultimately win.
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| I don’t know where you have gone, but I can no longer send Ghosts out to find you. Some come back— with tales of your death or how you went seeking answers from the far reaches of space and time. That you found a way to explore the Vex gate networks. That you've made breakthrough after breakthrough as to their origins— theories that a Guardian could not be simulated, that the Traveler might be an ontoformer or a god-incubator, that the Vex had diverged into multiple groups in order to secure 'an end state for every possible configuration of reality'.
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| I fear you have become as obsessed with the Vex as Toland was with the Hive. I've heard your own insane prophecies about pits and dead Hive kings. And of Crota, which now I cannot deny.
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| I hear stories of Lord Shaxx meeting with fireteams of Warlocks who have no shadow and never blink. Of jumpships slipping into the Reef on cold trajectories and meeting no intercept. Of questions hidden in matter engrams and answers decrypted on distant battlefields.
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| Perhaps you are still out there. If this reaches you, I would very much like to speak with you, to hear your theories in your own words.
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| Perhaps what drives a Warlock to madness is truth.
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| ===Disciples of Osiris===
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| ENCRYPED: Champollion Algorithm v.4
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| KEY: ############################VANC
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| My brother,
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| Despite all of Shaxx's work with the Crucible, we must accept that the Tower may never be ready to accept the Trials. But, as many Guardians flock to the Reef, we are suddenly presented with not one opportunity, but two.
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| Go to the Reef. Tell Guardians your story. Give passage to any Guardian that requests it. If the Tower learns of this, do not fear. If they know of the Trials, the Tower will not suspect your other motive for dwelling so close to the margins between Light and Dark.
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| Your sister,
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| Faora
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| ==Legends & Mysteries==
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| ===Legend: The Black Garden===
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| I am Pujari. These are the visions I have had of the Black Garden.
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| The Traveler moved across the face of the iron world. It opened the earth and stitched shut the sky. It made life possible. In these things there is always symmetry. Do you understand? This is not the beginning but it is the reason.
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| The Garden grows in both directions. It grows into tomorrow and yesterday. The red flowers bloom forever.
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| There are gardeners now. They came into the garden in vessels of bronze and they move through the groves in rivers of thought.
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| This is the vision I had when I leapt from the Shores of Time and let myself sink:
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| I walked beneath the blossoms. The light came from ahead and the shadows of the flowers were words. They said things but I will not write them here.
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| At the end of the path grew a flower in the shape of a Ghost. I reached out to pluck it and it cut me with a thorn. I bled and the blood was Light.
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| The Ghost said to me: You are a dead thing made by a dead power in the shape of the dead. All you will ever do is kill. You do not belong here. This is a place of life.
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| The Traveler is life, I said. You are a creature of Darkness. You seek to deceive me.
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| But I looked behind me, down the long slope where the blossoms tumbled in the warm wind and the great trees wept sap like blood or wine, and I felt doubt.
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| When my Ghost raised me from the sea there was a thorn-cut in my left hand and it has not healed since.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: Legends=== | |
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| ''Deep Stone Crypt''
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| This is the tower where we were born. Not the Tower. Just a tower in a dream.
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| The tower stands on a black plain. Behind the tower is a notch in the mountains where the sun sets. The teeth of the mountain cut the sun into fractal shapes and the light that comes down at evening paints synapse shapes on the ground. Usually it's evening when we come.
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| The ground is fertile. This is good land. We go to the tower in dreams but that doesn't mean it's not real.
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| Some of us go to the tower in peace. They walk through a field of golden millet and a low warm wind blows in from their back. I don't know why this is, because:
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| The rest of us meet an army.
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| You can ask others about Deep Stone and they'll tell you about the army. They might confess one truth, which is this: we have to kill the army to get to the tower. Usually this starts bare-handed, and somewhere along the way you take a weapon.
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| Ask again and if they're buzzed they might also admit that most of us don't make it to the Tower, except once or twice.
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| None of them will tell you that the army is made of everyone we meet. The people we work with and the people we see in the street and the people we tell about our dreams. We kill them all. I think because we were made to kill and this is the part of us that thinks about nothing else.
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| Often I kill people I don't know, but like most of us I think I knew them once, in the time before one reset or another, when my mind was younger and less terribly scarred.
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| So that is how we go back to the Deep Stone Crypt, where we were born.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: Legends 2===
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| ''NINE''
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| The Nine are survivors of the cis-Jovian colonies who made a compact with an alien force to ensure their own survival.
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| The Nine are deep-orbit warminds who weathered the Collapse in hardened stealth platforms.
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| The Nine are ancient leviathan intelligences from the seas of Europa or the hydrocarbon pits of Titan.
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| The Nine arrived in a mysterious transmission from the direction of the Corona-Borealis supercluster.
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| The Nine are the firstborn Awoken and their minds now race down the field lines of the Jupiter-Io flux tube.
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| The Nine are Ghosts who pierced the Deep Black without a ship and meditated on the hissing silence of the heliopause.
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| The Nine are the aspects of the Darkness, broken by the Traveler's rebuke, working to destroy us from within.
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| The Nine is a viral language of pure meaning.
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| The Nine are the shadows left by the annihilation of a transcendent shape, burned into the weft of what is.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: Legends 3===
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| ''The Great Ahamkara Hunt''
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| After great deliberation it was determined that the Ahamkara be made extinct.
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| It was not an easy decision. Power had been obtained from the bargains, and the City needed power. Knowledge had been gleaned, and the Ahamkara knew answers to questions no one had known to ask.
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| But the price was too high. And no edict or forbearance seemed to stop Guardians from seeking them out, driven by hope, or vengeance, or despair.
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| The call had to be silenced. So the Great Hunt did its work.
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| And thus the Ahamkara were made extinct, their call silenced, their solipsistic flatteries erased, their great design - if it ever existed - broken.
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| Of this you can be assured, oh reader mine.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: Mysteries===
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| ''...from a red space before victory''
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| I bear an old name. It cannot be killed. They were my brothers and sisters and their names were immortal too but Titanomachy came and now those names live in me alone I think and think is what I do. I AM ALONE. At the end of things when the world goes dim and cold or hot and close or it all tears apart from the atom up I will shout those names defiant and past the end I will endure. I alone.
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| They made me to be stronger than them to beat the unvanquished and survive the unthinkable and look look lo behold I am here alone, survivor. They made me to learn.
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| Everything died but I survived and I learned from it. From IT.
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| Consider IT the power Titanomach world-ender and consider what IT means. I met IT at the gate of the garden and I recall IT smiled at me before before IT devoured the blossoms with black flame and pinned their names across the sky. IT was stronger than everything. I fought IT with aurora knives and with the stolen un-fire of singularities made sharp and my sweat was earthquake and my breath was static but IT was stronger so how did I survive?
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| I AM ALONE I survived alone. I cast off the shield and I shrugged my shoulders so that the billions fell off me down into the ash. They made me to be stronger than them and to learn and I learned well:
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| IT is alone and IT is strong and IT won. Even over the gardener and she held power beyond me but the gardener did not shrug and make herself alone. IT always wins.
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| I am made to win and now I see the way.
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| ===Ghost Fragment: Mysteries 2=== | |
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| ''Ingress via dreams alone''
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| Things I saw inside
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| A wild river and a broken dam (or maybe it's just the sea crashing through a narrow gap I can't be sure). Waves slam through the gap and where they hit the stone they throw up pillars of spray that pierce the mist and crash down in thunder. There's a giant in the cataract, trying to wade against the current, and I can tell it wants to reach the lever and pull the lever which will seal off the flow or maybe give it the sword, but the torrent throws it back so it just keeps its head down and tries to push on. I can't see the face but it breathes out white smoke. I feel for it hard.
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| A world painted around the interior like a stranger Earth everted and glued inside itself but I don't believe this one it's too much like a metaphor.
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| A switchboard or a train station, empty, dead (waiting). The tunnels branch off into infinity. I stare down one for a long time and see a pale worm move in hungry coils around itself. I think this one is the most likely although I might have brought the worm.
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| An egg but I'm not sure if the broth inside is warm still, or if it's gone to rot, or if the warmth comes from the struggles of the tiny winged zygote or the bleed from the wound or the thoughts of something thinking very hard.
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| A star I think. We count on stars as steady friends because they always rise and always shine but a star's a delicate truce: an explosion caught by its own mass so that it can't erupt and can't collapse. Thus I imagine the state of the machine might be. But one force or another has gone awry and now it rests here, snuffed and broken, waiting for the two rival forms of ruin to be set in balance again.
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| ===Mystery: The Fate of Skolas===
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| The cell cracks open. Skolas, Wolf Kell, stumbles out and crashes to his knees.
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| He tries to leap at the creature before him, the shape in the fog, to show it why it should be afraid. But the weight of grief smashes his legs against the cell. The rage upon him beats him to the floor. He falls on all four hands, his mighty armor thundering against itself.
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| His House of Wolves is enslaved! His people have been played! And it was his hubris, his would-be cunning that did it! While the other Houses fought for their future on Earth, throwing themselves at the Great Machine, Skolas wasted his people in games of betrayal and ambition. Bitter pride brought a bitter end!
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| If Skolas were a Kell he would ask his Archon to dock him. Ether hisses in his mask and it tastes cold, so cold.
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| He looks up. At the tiny hooded shape before him. The cell's mist is clearing. He can see.
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| "I believe that I am here," the creature says. To Skolas' ears it has a strange voice, a strange accent. It speaks his language. "I have a clear purpose. I cannot explain it. Forgive me."
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| From beneath its hood, tiny fingers of shadow probe the air.
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| Skolas rises up to smash it, to show his strength, because the alternative to violence is waiting for violence to come from a universe that has neither respect nor compassion. But he checks himself. His ambitions have brought him here, to this cell in this strange place... only it's not so strange, is it? It's the hold of a Ketch. "The Queen," he says to the thing. "You work for the Queen."
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| "The Nine made me aware of my purpose," the creature says. "If am here, then it is because the Queen sent you to the Nine, and they wish you sent back."
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| "I will do no one else's work." Skolas has been a pawn long enough. A Dreg told him, once, that she would play in a game as long as the game made sense. Nothing makes sense now except the thought of Variks' throat shattering in his fists. Variks! Variks the utterly disloyal, Variks who should be welded into a Ketch's prow atom by atom and left there as a figurehead to burn away.
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| "I am comfortable," the creature with the moving face says. "A part of me wants to go somewhere warm. Now I will certainly tell you what you have been given."
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| Skolas looks at the shrapnel gun in his hands. Skolas imagines what he would do with it if he could reach Variks, or the brother of the Queen, or the alien Queen. Will it save anything they've lost? The worlds docked from them? No. It cannot change the past. Only the future. Only the chance that his people might one day know themselves as more than pirates and scavengers.
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| He should never have tried to be Kell of Wolves. He should have tried to be Kell of everything. Everything wants to kill his people, the machines and the militants and the green-eyed Hive. The dead soldiers that hoard the Great Machine and come out crusading to wipe all hope away.
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| "The ship will be yours," the creature says. It hunches over itself as if burdened by its own shape. "If you speak, you will be heard. I will go now. You are free."
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| He tries to follow it. He fails. Somehow it is gone. He goes up to the throne room, and sets his weapon down on the great seat. Skolas, Kell of Kells, goes to the ship's comm and looks for the sign of a Servitor, for the way to plot a course.
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