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Prince to none, Urrox kept watch over a long-forgotten brood long ago. With the remnants of that spawn at his side, Urrox calls out to all wielders of the Light— to burn away all they are until only the Darkness remains.
Prince to none, Urrox kept watch over a long-forgotten brood long ago. With the remnants of that spawn at his side, Urrox calls out to all wielders of the Light— to burn away all they are until only the Darkness remains.
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==Oryx, the Taken King==
[[File:Grimoire Oryx the Taken King.jpg|right|150px]]
''Where is my son?''<br>
''Where is Crota, your lord, your princely god, your godly prince?''<br>
''Tell me no lies!''<br>
''I feel his absence like a hole in my''<br>
''Stomach.''
''Where once his tender tribute whetted burrowed mouths,''<br>
''Now only hunger remains.''
''Hear me, O waning stars, O tattered rags of Sky —''<br>
''I will stopper up this tearing gulf''<br>
''With vengeance.''
Dearest Eris, Crota's Bane (now we shall see how well you wear that title!),
It's not all bad.
Yes, the father of all your burdens comes to you with hate on his sword and hunger in his heart. But don't look at it that way. Did you not, when you lost your sight, gain another?
Sharpen your intentions. When life is strength and strength is death, what is death, if not hope?
You just have to reach out and take it.
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==Oryx: Rebuked==
[[File:Grimoire card Oryx rebuked.jpg|right|150px]]
''In World the stars never shone,''<br>
''The worm never bred in our flesh,''<br>
''We lived for a day''<br>
''Our teeth were too short''<br>
''We were hungry for things we could not eat''
Hello again. It’s me. I’m sure you know my name. Let me talk a while, let me talk, I do take a debased joy in speaking again to small human-form heads.
When Crota’s victory over our little blue world seemed certain (a moment of silence, now, for Wei Ning, whose directness I admired) it was Oryx who called His Child back into the nether world to plan final victory. It was to Oryx that the violence of His spawn was tithed.
Oryx is the wielder and the servant of a terrible truth. He has predicated Himself on it, He has pursued across thousands of cairn worlds His quest to embody it, and you have seen the force of that truth expended to create these Taken.
He is not a simple thing to kill. He wants to be isomorphic to conquest, to triumph, to killing and death. He is a syllogism, now, but in time He hopes to become an axiom.
This is His strength and His fatal weakness.
For if he ever falters in His performance, if the inflow of devastation ever falls behind His expenditure of ruin, He will be consumed. If He is ever outmatched, then by the terms of His own existence, He will cease.
It is to Oryx Himself, in the heart of the Dreadnaught that armors and encapsulates his throne-world, that you must make your last and surest argument.
Good luck! Do let me know if a vacancy opens.
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==Oryx: Defeated==
[[File:Grimoire Oryx Defeated.jpg|right|150px]]
''Listen —''
''Death is the last part of living''<br>
''and life is learning to die''<br>
''The song is the same as the singing''<br>
''The last truth commands me''<br>
''to eat all the light in the sky''
''I will go on forever. I will understand.''
Dwell a moment on the weight of what you’ve done. Contemplate the story you just ended. Will you ever do anything that screams down the millennia? Will you ever hammer your will on the universe until it rings and rings and rings? Oryx was an awesome power. Show reverence.
All right. Enough. Enough. A vacancy has opened, hasn’t it?
How interesting. How very interesting.
Do you ever pause, dear listener, to consider who benefits from all this heroism you commit? Do you ever look around you and feel the faintest chill? As if you are the tiny little ball bearing placed beneath a great mass, so that it might, if pushed, begin to roll?
You’re a god yourself, now. You’ve consecrated yourself. Emulate me. Use your power to learn.
There are worse things to practice being.
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==Echo of Oryx==
[[File:Grimoire Echo of Oryx.jpg|right|150px]]
''Abase yourself, weapons and instruments''<br>
''Submit yourself, shapes and gliders, automata all —''<br>
''I am Oryx, Lord of Shapes, Carver of Tablets''
''Behold my performance of the Last True Shape''
''The final axiom''<br>
''Witness the space that I define''
''I approach the asymptote.''<br>
''I grow vast across topologies.''<br>
''I am not simply connected.''
Dearest Guardian,
I write to you from a place of high contempt. No no no, don’t be offended, don’t be so superficial — it’s in the architecture of these spaces. They look down on you.
I wander out here, in worlds cut by sharp Hive swords, and I send back these messages for you.
Of Oryx, that admirable monarch, I have only a little to say. Why? Because He is all in the action, fellow traveler, His philosophy is all on display. He has twinned himself so closely to the power He admires. He has become many-placed, many-formed, sending out emissaries of himself to ask after the truth.
In each act of His power Oryx seeks to incarnate the self-sustaining, immortal suzerainty that He worships. The power that He uses to wash his Taken clean and etch them into useful shapes.
LISTEN! LISTEN! Understand, you simpleton, it’s entirely obvious —
Oryx inhabits a world where power is truth. To win is to be noble, and to be real. When He departs from that world, out into the material universe, He is lessened.
The echoes of Oryx go forth to ask a question: are you the truth? And that means — well. You see, I’m sure.
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==Alak-Hul, the Darkblade==
[[File:Grimoire card Alak-Hul.jpg|right|150px]]
From a median point<br>
Alak-Hul tossed back his head and defied me
Saying:<br>
Oryx gave me no task<br>
Therefore I must task myself<br>
With Oryx's ending.
So I slew him,<br>
And buried him close to me,<br>
Rejoicing in the success of his great, secret task —
To be as the sword:<br>
Keen, hungry, cyclical, ontological —
This was the task I gave to Alak-Hul,<br>
O sharp-edged Darkblade,<br>
O beloved foster son.
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==The Warpriest==
[[File:Grimoire Warpriest.jpg|right|150px]]
Five hundred and eighty five times he paced the way<br>
Under each circuit was a world<br>
He took up the worlds, he placed them in his hand, he weighed them<br>
From the Golden Amputation to the Gift Mast
The principle he put upon his brow was slaughter<br>
constant and escalating<br>
The principle he put behind his eyes was victory<br>
which is the last true shape<br>
The principle he put into his hands was tribute —<br>
to Oryx, King of Taking<br>
Tithing to his Lord, that the First Navigator might escape<br>
the need to kill for subsistence, the worm need<br>
That He might use His power to lead the final work<br>
A most faithful servant. Most faithful.
From mighty Crota, Son of Navigation, Sword of Pits,<br>
He learned to make his Oversoul<br>
Saying: challenge me, by the law of my ascendance<br>
Match me in bloodshed<br>
Or in blood be drowned
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==Golgoroth==
[[File:Golgoroth Grimoire.jpg|right|150px]]
Speak to the heart with burrowing things<br>
The burrowing things will strengthen the heart<br>
You, ab-Xol, you teach the new flesh out of the old<br>
Xol issued you to eat us<br>
The new flesh will be testament<br>
O Eir, decree the shape of this new thing<br>
Judge its testament to the last truth<br>
This new shape is Golgoroth
Crota rose to petition<br>
Father, cut the shapes into a tablet<br>
Give me the tablet<br>
I will bear it in battle<br>
And tithe one side of my sword to you
Oryx cut the shapes into a tablet<br>
But he guarded the shapes<br>
He set the tablet in Golgoroth<br>
Where the new flesh grew as Eir decreed it
Like ice on a stone he rebuked Crota,<br>
From the temples of his son, from the left of his blade<br>
in battle, he demanded<br>
tithings of violence<br>
To Oryx, the First Navigator, who directed the movements<br>
of great masses
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==Ir Halak, Deathsinger==
[[File:Grimoire Ir Halak.jpg|right|150px]]
Oryx was dividing the spawn<br>
he cut apart the larvae<br>
with his sword<br>
And the two divided pieces<br>
Grew into twins.
She who stands ahead<br>
at the prow of the ship of Oryx, her father,<br>
she is Ir Halak,<br>
The Unraveler.<br>
She plies her blades upon the fabric of space,<br>
cuts the seams,<br>
pulls apart the cloth,<br>
leaves worlds in tatters.
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==Ir Anûk, Deathsinger==
[[File:Grimoire Ir Anûk.jpg|right|150px]]
Behind The Unraveler comes Ir Anûk,<br>
The Weaver.<br>
She takes in hand the threads of her sister's work,<br>
weaves them into the tapestry of Oryx's realm.<br>
Listen, Anûk<br>
Anûk, who favors bitter things
Of the eleven axioms, choose one<br>
Of the chosen, spare none<br>
Upon Eir’s attendance, say<br>
Come, Eir, look<br>
This truth is dead
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==Krughor==
[[File:Grimoire Krughor.jpg|right|150px]]
Listen, Yul, to the count of my Court<br>
Listen to me, for I am attired in wrath
First I count Krughor, touched by Savathûn<br>
I boast of Krughor, invincible<br>
Distant Savathûn hid the death of Krughor<br>
inside another curse
At the Golden Amputation, when I paced ten times<br>
Krughor sent forth the accursed
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==Lokaar==
[[File:Grimoire Lokaar.jpg|right|150px]]
Who is this nameless thing?<br>
She fell upon Omnigul, whose aspects multiply, saying<br>
I am diminished. Gift me your death.
My son Crota came to me, saying<br>
This nameless thing moves sideways<br>
I chased her, and she fled<br>
Kill her now
So I raised her to my court<br>
I named her Lokaar, which means Not There<br>
Thus my son was rebuked against simplicity
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==Alzok Däl, Gornuk Däl, Zyrok Däl==
[[File:Grimoire Alzok Dal, Gornuk Dal, Zyrok Dal.jpg|right|150px]]
First, before my daughters<br>
I saw Alzok lead her sisters through the eye<br>
Saying, death will be our coven
With black fire and gray blade<br>
Gornuk consecrated their singing<br>
They cut their deaths away
To Zyrok I said<br>
Show me the place where you have hidden your death<br>
I am Oryx, your lord
Oryx, my lord, she said<br>
We have hidden our deaths in each other<br>
So that we will never be alone
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==Vorlog==
[[File:Grimoire Vorlog.jpg|right|150px]]
Ah, Vorlog! Delight of delights<br>
You killed my Celebrants, and you gave their deaths to me<br>
Preaching: I have seen the truth in bronze glass space<br>
This shape is the only god
Exquisite Vorlog<br>
Your strength was manifold; it was knight strength<br>
Mastery of armaments and techniques<br>
It was wizard strength, the use of arcana<br>
Praise Vorlog, general and pragmatist
Vorlog! Listen —<br>
Your name means Less Than Me<br>
I define it thus.
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==Balwûr==
[[File:Grimoire Balwur.jpg|right|150px]]
To Balwûr I entrust, with bitter tongue<br>
A terrible work<br>
Daughter of Savathûn, untouched by time<br>
Your death is hidden well
You will be Suzerain of Metabolisms<br>
Gather up the Lie Shapes<br>
Neither eat nor mock them, as you crave<br>
Instead, learn to chew them into poisons
Craft for me a flawless armor word<br>
Separate the death from the dying<br>
Cut the shadow apart from the fire<br>
Make the fire burn hot
Arm us with weapons against our foe<br>
Arm my court for the long crusade
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==Thalnok, Fanatic of Crota==
[[File:Grimoire Thalnok.jpg|right|150px]]
Laugh and laugh at Thalnok! He is easily deceived<br>
He will never hear this song<br>
Diminished in sense<br>
Small of purpose
In all ways Thalnok mantles Crota, My Son<br>
He comes to the High War, My Court<br>
Greedy to hear me say<br>
Welcome, child
My Son Crota, Hope-Eater, I taught him<br>
with cold edge and spiteful word<br>
To ask for nothing
I create Thalnok to My Court<br>
So that I may observe my son<br>
by faithful, foolish proxy
Listen —
The last true shape<br>
depends on, asks for, venerates<br>
nothing
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