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 Phogoth's presence in the Summoning Pits reveals yet another of the Hive's depraved designs - a ritual of rebirth, where an Ogre's ravenous hunger and violence is honed and given purpose.
+===Blades of Crota===
+''"They are the heralds of our destroyer. Ushers of this coming storm."''
+Vell: They’re more than Knights.
+Eriana-3: They look like Knights.
+Vell: That’s like calling you a tin can.
+Eriana-3: Excuse me?
+Vell: I’m saying calling them Knights is an understatement.
+Omar: What are they then?
+Toland: World carvers.
+Omar: Meaning?
+Toland: Those swords are neither bone nor steel. There’s a dark purpose to their edge.
+Eriana-3: Darker than death?
+Toland: Death is peace compared to the shadows.
+Omar: Those Blades cut down more Guardians than I can count.
+Vell: Hundreds.
+Eriana-3: Thousands. The Vanguard should’ve known better.
+Toland: I tried to warn them.
+Omar: But we’re prepared?
+Vell: I am.
+Omar: Not exactly the question.
+Eris: I have a feeling Light won’t be enough.
+Eriana-3: Then we’ll take their swords from their ashes, and cut them down one-by-one, Blade-by-Blade.
+Eris: You would wield a weapon of the night?
+Eriana-3: For her—them? I will butcher any who stand in my way with even the darkest blade.
+Eris: Pray it doesn’t come to that.
+Vell: Heh. To cleave our enemies with their own tools of destruction? We should be so lucky.
+Omar: You’ve got a strange view on luck.
+Toland: When you’ve got your hand around the hilt and their ash under your boot, you might change your tune, Hunter.
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 Toland: By the Darkness itself.
+===Hand of Crota===
+''"It crawls from the shadows to claim our Light in the name of Crota."''
+Sai: Can you track the others?
+Eriana-3: No. There is too much interference. The shroud is too thick here. Ghost?
+Ghost: <chhk> Yes. <chhk>
+Eriana-3: We in bad shape?
+Ghost: <chhk> Could be better. <chhk>
+Eriana-3: Any charge?
+Ghost: No. Something is siphoning the Light. <chhk> I’m getting weaker by the second. <chhk>
+Eriana-3: And Sai’s Ghost? Same?
+Ghost: Faint charge detected <chhk> but it’s fading. Its shell is damaged beyond repair. <chhk> No comms. No transmat. <chhk> Even if there were a signal—
+Eriana-3: Use whatever juice you’ve got and relay this transmission to the others.
+Ghost: They won't receive it. <chhk>
+Eriana-3: Not the point.
+Eriana-3: This is Eriana-3 of the Praxic Warlocks. Marked by the Cormorant Seal. I am alongside the Hunter Sai Mota. Our Light is nearly gone. The ash of untold Hive covers the ground in our wake.
+Unknown: [inaudible scream]
+Sai: Omnigul—
+Eriana-3: From what Toland has described we are on the path of Crota's dreaded Hand.
+Sai: The Hand is falling back toward the screams beyond these tunnels.
+Eriana-3: Screw it. You ready?
+Sai: My knives are eager for another dance.
+Eriana-3: You speak little, Sai Mota, but always say the right things.
+===Eyes of Crota===
+''"The Eyes watch us all, gathering our secrets in hopes of ending the Light."''
+Eris: Something is watching us. I can feel it.
+Omar: I hate when you say that.
+Toland: Crota has many Eyes. Every god does.
+Eris: We have to go.
+Omar: If they know our every move, what chance do we have?
+Toland: With their great age comes even greater wisdom. I have no doubt the Hive led us here with intent.
+Omar: What are you saying?
+Toland: For these disciples, we offer the greatest sacrifice.
+Eris: What does that mean?
+Toland: Do you feel your Light fading? They are offering it to Crota. Us coming here, we are the ones waking him.
+Omar: He’s mad.
+Toland: Perhaps.
+Eris: Why do you hold these secrets like weapons, to damn us all?
+Toland: Because they are weapons. And we are going to use them to show the Hive they are not the only ones who breed fear.
+Eris: How?
+Toland: You’re hunters—hunt. Find the Eyes that are upon us.
+Omar: Then?
+Toland: We blind Crota and use what's left of your dying Light to lead us to where these monsters seek to conjure their master.
+===Heart of Crota===
+''“It’s not the first and surely is not the last. But until the last Heart stops, their hate will spread endlessly across the black."''
+Eris: Record this.
+The Heart of Crota.
+It is her blood that feeds their fury.
+I thought Omar dead until I heard his screams. I followed them down, to the darkest night of the caverns below. What I saw—I witnessed all we fear—the villainy of the Hive on full display.
+Among a sea of cocoons, and surrounded by thousands more freshly spawned hordes, the Heart held Omar’s broken body in a vice of bone and pain. She was peeling the Light from his body. How? I can’t imagine, and I have tried. Tendrils of luminance tore away like flesh.
+With every strand Omar’s scream cut the dark and was met with a chittering chorus from the unborn. I can’t say if they were feeding off the Light itself, or the pain, but my guess is both—somehow, both.
+The Heart, though I can’t believe she actually has one, seemed to be conducting some nightmare orchestra, nurturing Crota’s children, with the echoes of Agah’s Light.
+The Hive must end for all they had done, and some day, by my hand or another’s, the Heart will meet with an end fitting of the pain she, herself, has dealt.
+===Urzok, the Hated===
+''"By pleasing their gods, the Hive carve scars on the fabric of our realm." -Toland, the Shattered''
+Among the lesser Hive, there is no higher honor than that of the Hated.
+Not all can be hallowed, fewer still gods, but all can do their part to smite the Light. The Hated, though, holds a unique place among the Hive. It is a singular position. Only ever one. And the emerald marrow on its blade is not from combat, but the ritualistic execution of those the Wizards have deemed Forsaken.
+===The Forsaken===
+''"Conjured with but one purpose... to die." -Toland, the Shattered''
+How does one call through the Darkness? Through the void of the eternal night sky? Through the pathways that link the Hive to their ancient, rotting deities? With suffering.
+The Forsaken are conjured and birthed through ritual, meant to serve as worship to gods of a higher plane of misery. To perform a ritual of sacrifice is to tempt a god's hunger. What then, if a being of the Light were to taint such a ritual? Would the Hive be punished? Would their gods grow angry?
+===Omnigul, Will of Crota===
+''"That shriek, that wicked laugh. If you listen closely, you can hear power in its song.”''
+Eris: Those screams.
+Omar: And I was just starting to tune them out.
+Toland: It has been told that with these screams another spawn is awakened, birthed in the name of the god it holds.
+Sai: Crota.
+Toland: I am afraid so. They call this one Omnigul, mother of the spawn.
+Sai: How do you—? I'd rather not know.
+Toland: Commands, echoed through the dark, fetid caverns—orders carried out with grinding stone and squeaking claw, skittering thrall and blade against bone.
+Omar: Well, now he's on a roll.
+Eriana-3: I hear them, even when I don't. I will tear this Omnigul's throat out.
+Toland: If you were to do so, our work here would be done. Without a Will to raise its army and herald its ascendance, there is no Crota to fear, at least here and now.
+Eris: Then we follow the screams.
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 I am so terribly curious to know.
+===Crota, Son of Oryx===
+''My Thoughts on Recent Events''
+He hides in the dark below: the monster of Luna, the titanic god-Knight who walked the regolith beneath a sky of green fire and butchered the greatest army of Guardians ever assembled. We abandoned the Moon rather than face him.
+Whispered lore and fragmentary theories suggest that Crota represents a distinct class of Hive entities, not resident in our material world. My latest synthesis of this scattered esoterica suggests that Crota's 'home' is a universe created or remade by his power and occupied by Hive organisms of immense age. Any Guardian formidable enough to return with information on this dark reality might help us understand the Hive's goals for our own world—and, more pressingly, such an expedition might provide the key to Crota's defeat.
+The epithet Son of Oryx is an ambiguous translation, often disputed. At this time, no direct action by Hive entities of more expansive power has ever been observed. Those who trade in Hive lore bicker over the exact positioning of Crota—is his world the apex of Hive power, or is it the youngest and most accessible of a string of netherworlds, each host to a more terrible Hive archentity?
+The nature and possible interrelationship of the Vex gate system with Hive netherworlds remains unexplored.
+Ikora
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