UserWiki:Dante the Ghost

Greetings! My name is Dante. I am a Ghost but with no Guardian. Why does that surprise you? Well, as you very well know, Guardians, citizens, we Ghosts spend years searching the solar system for warriors worthy to wield the Light to defend humanity and the Traveler from the Darkness. Some of us never find our Guardians; a few decide to choose Guardians from the living rather than the dead. I am neither one.

No, I am alone. But to fill the lonely days I have taken to helping the Vanguard with organizing their archives, utilizing my memory storage to clear away clutter and/or update outdated information. Many such Ghosts who don't find a Guardian often lend their aid to the Vanguard. Did I ever tell you Cayde is as disorganized as a Reaver Dreg? His library is a mess! knives and melting engrams everywhere! Master Rahool was so very disappointed in him when I brought this in the open. So was Ikora. Well, she too is disorganized, but that is another story. Needless to say Cayde has never forgiven me since.

Anyhow, my ramblings aside, I am here to serve the City in whatever capacity I can. One day, I'll find my Guardian, but until then I better make myself useful. I just hope to the Traveler I never have to go to Mars…

Description I'll spare you what others have said about Ghosts and tell you straight up. We have a uniform design and shape, as we're born of the Traveler itself, but several of us can be of any size from ping pong ball to baseball-size. I don't know of any Ghosts that are Servitor sized, but should we happen to get a Eliskni (ahem, "Fallen") Guardian—ha! imagine that!—that will unfortunately remain in obscurity. My basic form is a "baseball" in shape, but a little smaller, but don't get any ideas. I may delight in describing myself in such lowly terms but I will not be used in games. Now, what was I saying… oh yes. Like all other Ghosts I have a shell, except mine is what is called a "Mythological shell". This is courtesy of a Guardian who braved the Vault of Glass and managed to get the Gorgons' designs locked into his head. I know of quite a few Ghosts who look like mini-Gorgons. Nearly gave Master Rahool a heart-attack one night, but that is another story for another time. Now, basic description is as follows: Shell-color: Vex Templar colors, obviously. Shell-material: My original shell was composed of the Traveler; the Vanguard still has it when I chose this one. My Mythological shell is made up of a mixture of Vex metals and Relic iron. Fancy, no? Shell-pieces: Again, the original had eight pyramidal sections. My new one has three very large, irregularly shaped Harpy "wings". Guardian: Don't have one, yet. Where to be found?: Vanguard Archives, of course. Level A.R. 24/6, sublevel 078. That is roughly halfway down the Tower, and in the East Wing. Warlocks make for great company I'll add. Favorite places?: Earth. Such a fascinating and ancient place. Once full of culture, beauty, and art, now desolate. I can see why the Traveler chose it. So much potential, now dormant. Oh, and I suppose Venus. Lovely place, the Ishtar Collective is very facinating, all of those files and books full of knowledge. Just watch out for Vex, Fallen, and Taken. I hear the Cabal are planning on going there… Favorite Tower resident?: Why, it is Master Rahool, of course! I just love being next to him whenever a Guardian comes back with an Engram. Treasure troves of knowledge and history and technology! So much lore to be found! (Although… rumours have been going around that I've chosen him as a Guardian, but I assure you I have done no such thing. Please don't spread them.) Least favorite Tower resident?: Don't go spreading this around, but… I think Eris Morn's crazy… Favorite alien race: I know, I know, you're thinking, "What, a Ghost who has a favorite race among our enemies?" but seriously, a Ghost with no Guardian must have some things he likes outside of the Tower, no? Anywho, I actually have two of them. The Vex and the Cabal. The Vex… well, they are the least known enemy of ours, apart from being a demigod collective of hyperadvanced, microbial robotic aliens. The Cabal are easy. *deep monotone* "We like to stomp things flat, umph, umph!" *normal* No, seriously, their organization and, I hate to admit this but, their perseverance. Centuries of warfare with the Vex and Guardians is a long time to be fighting a war, but still they hang on. Least favorite alien race: The Hive. No question. Many of my brothers and sisters fell to their blades, were drained on their Light. Murdered. I hate Crota and his overblown papa as much as Crazy Eris… Ooooh, if I had a Guardian right now I'd show them! I even have Solar-dealing cannons equipped! (Though… those take a lot out of me, but I digress.) Well, I suppose that's it then. Got to go. Destinypedia Article Progress This is a reference list for when I have pages to work on. I'll be focusing on the Story Missions from Vanilia Destiny to better meet this wikia's standards. We are not only an archive for Weapons, Enemy Races, Allies, what-have-you, but also a record of Destiny's, admittedly, lacking story. Grimoire cards that are unlocked with each Story Mission shall be cross-referenced where possible. Destinypedia will not have a reputation for lacking "story" content like her namesake. Any and all are welcome to add to my work. I can use all of the help I can get, and the more eyes the better. Base Story Earth A Guardian Rises—NO EDITING NEEDED Restoration—IN PROGRESS The Dark Within—IN PROGRESS The Warmind—IN PROGRESS The Last Array—IN PROGRESS Moon The Dark Beyond—IN PROGRESS The Sword of Crota—IN PROGRESS The World's Grave—IN PROGRESS Shrine of Oryx—IN PROGRESS Chamber of Night—IN PROGRESS Venus A Stranger's Call—IN PROGRESS Ishtar Collective—IN PROGRESS The Archive—IN PROGRESS Scourge of Winter—IN PROGRESS Eye of a Gate Lord—IN PROGRESS Reef The Awoken—IN PROGRESS A Key Awaits—IN PROGRESS Mars Exclusion Zone—IN PROGRESS The Garden's Spire—IN PROGRESS A Rising Tide—IN PROGRESS The Buried City—IN PROGRESS The Black Garden—IN PROGRESS Grimoire Musings Here is where I'll post my musings on the Grimoire cards that is embedded in Destiny's lore. I'll be linking to the Ishtar Collective as well as Bunge and this very wikia to better cross-reference, and to help you understand where I am coming from. They'll be organized by subject and interrelatedness. Do note that, as much as I'd like to spend working on this, developing theories that may or may not be true (I'd like to consider all possible alternatives), I also spend equal amounts of time editing Destinypedia, helping everyone know more about our favorite game. Plus, I'm actually not that great at keeping timetables, or organizing my priorities right. Grimoire from Others Sometimes the Internet gives out things that are utterly fantastic. Take, for example, this Grimoire card, about Primus A'arn from someone on Tumblr (which is where I found it originally). Building off of the Shotgun, the Silence of A'arn, this Grimoire card was crafted to resemble Destiny's own cards. Ghost Fragment: Primus A'arn, Lost to Oryx You are A’arn, the closest any Cabal has come to being a god of war. You led most of your race here for conquest. For survival. For your Emperor. You tore through millions of lesser planets and moons to find your way here. You let nothing stand in your way. And you led those who you thought as your bond sons: Tau’aun of the Skyburners and his shield brothers Tlu’urn and Mau’ual, Sha’aull of the Blind Legion, Trau’ug of the Reaver Regiment, Ta’aurc of the Seige Dancers. All loyal to the end, but all yearning for victory. Your own victory never came, snatched from you by the blade of a pirate. You have been Taken. You will taste the victory you never had. You are finally home. Is it just as you imagined it? Or is it as you feared it would be? Do you wish to cry out and beg for things to be the way they were before?' No. Your silence is your answer. You were silent when your Emperor sent you on this dread quest, never to truly return. You were silent when your sons and underlings asked you about returning home. Your roar, when you deigned to do so, could be heard around entire star systems. So why be silent now? Because your silence was truth and you only proclaimed the lies they needed to hear. So you see, Primus, this place is truly your home. Because you are here, might you have achieved victory? Your silence is its own answer: you are indeed home. Just as you have always wished. Now, you will bring your sons and daughters, bound to you by the ancient rites of the shield, home with you. Some have been imprisoned. Trau’ug took his own initiative and struck at the domain of the dead warriors. The command that replaced you imprisoned him for doing what is right. He now leads a Broken Legion, delegating command to Vals and Braci that will never truly know honor or station, forced to fight to the death until the end of time for the enjoyment of the light-bound, lorded over by one of the very pirates that helped bring about your end. Does that not anger you, mighty Primus, to have one of your sons imprisoned for doing the right thing? Others have met their respective ends. Ta’aurc tried to fight the ghost of a true war god. You may have won, had you been there, but he payed for his gamble with his life, falling to the fire of three of the dead-lights. Sha’aull was slain in the midst of his very keep, defending a key to time itself. You may yet see Ta’aun again, for he will be coming home very soon. Tlu’urn and Mau’ual will wish to join both of you. But until then, your silence is the only order you need relay. There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [silence]. Pick it up. You will not need to shout pleasant lies or bellow harsh threats to direct your will. You will no longer be forced to cry out against an enemy that does not know your true strength. You will need nothing at all. Your silence is truth and the eternal truth of annihilation is what you will become. Cut away these useless things. Take up the knife and use it. Take your new shape. Based on this fan card's flavor-text, the boss' special ability is to turn briefly invisible, disappearing from the radar completely, and surprise Guardians from unawares. This would have been a cool enemy to face in King's Fall, or even in the Court of Oryx as a Tier 3 boss. Like Ta'aun he would be armed with the Hive-version of a Heavy Slug Thrower, be armored in purple, but unlike Ta'aun he would command Taken, probably exclusively Taken Cabal. The card below is from the same person, and is again masterfully crafted. Ghost Fragment: Taken Servitor You are a Servitor. Last remnant of an age of prosperity, fashioned in the shape of a dead power to serve lesser masters and provide them with sustenance. Now, in their times of need, they turn to worship you, even as you guide their ships, feed their children, and power their weapons. You have been Taken. Rejoice. Your mind has been freed. You are no longer bound by the physical constraints of a shell shaped as like the dead god your masters once worshipped. No more will you be tied to producing the lifeblood of those who worship you. You will finally be free to know. What would you wish to find? You are confused. Even your powerful mind does not know how to function without being bound to something. How can you learn if you cannot share that knowledge with any who appreciate it? What meaning would it have then? You wish to bind yourself to an equal, not a lesser. You wish to have a mind as great as yours to share in your discovery of an everchanging universe. You have equals all around. Bind yourselves to each other and you will know more than any single Prime ever has. There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [many minds]. Take the knife. Carve out your mind. Free yourselves from the constraints of shape. This enemy's ability would very probably be duplication, like the Taken Psion, but spectral ones; as in, each Taken Servitor you shoot, they disappear instantly. All of them are a bunch of copies, and what's more, they'll all be that way until all but one is left. Just a thought of what a unique Taken enemy would be like. This is my interpretation of how such an enemy would function. The card below is from the same person, and is again masterfully crafted. I wonder if they had read this reddit thread before making it? Ghost Fragment: Taken Dreg You are a Dreg. You are the weakest of the weak, the lowest of the low, doomed to toil under the four hands of an angry master. You fight fanatically, hoping you may regain your arms. And so you labor for the House and the Kell that robbed you of your life. You have been Taken. Cease your struggle. You have gone through much. You still howl and wail about fighting for House and Kell, but you need not do this. Think about it: what have they done for you ? They robbed you of your arms, starved you of ether, and turned you into a slave, a shield, a disposable piece of equipment. They filled your heads with fantasies of a thousand arms, their false promise to keep you in line, in service to your Kell. Why did they do this? Maybe it was because you made an honest mistake. Maybe it was because you ran from battle, fearing for your life in the face of irreversible defeat. Perhaps you tried to make a suggestion that you knew was the right one, but your Captains and Barons, your Archons and Kell, simply did not want to hear it. Maybe it was as simple as one of your superiors being in a bad mood, or having a personal grudge. In any of these cases, are you truly at fault? Did you truly deserve to be punished for such actions, especially to the degree which you were? No. The fault lies with those who kept their arms and sat back while you and your brothers and sisters, your mothers and fathers, your wives and husbands and children, all toiled, starved, and died for them. You have gone through much strife, so you deserve great rewards. What they promised was true, but only I can let you claim it. There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [a marvel with ten thousand arms]. Pick it up. Let go of your worldly weapons. Let your shock pistols, your shrapnel launchers, your arc knives all fall away from you. In your ten thousand arms, you will wield a greater power. But you only need two to grasp it. Take up the knife. Cut off your docking caps and let your true form break through. Take your new shape. This one is a bit of a conundrum. In that reddit thread I have linked it was unanimously agreed that (1) Taken Dregs become Taken Vandals because a Dreg is simply a docked Vandal and (2) if taking a Dreg were possibly they would flatly refuse to a man (Eliksni?) because they have their own indomitable dream of being the Kell of Kells, and that is more motivating than being a servant of Oryx. I think this Grimoire card takes the second one and turns it on its head; Oryx here promises the Dreg that he can become his own Kell of Kells, the hero of the Eliksni, if only they would accept his help. Pretty tempting, no? A god offering you his help to gain you whatever you want. Now, here's what I speculate their powers would be: they are all a weaker version of the the lower-level Taken, a Taken "Jack-of-all-Trades if you will—of Goblins, Thrall, and Psions. They can simultaneously duplicate, teleport sideways, and protect others all at once but with limitations: their "invincible" Goblin shield, for one, can be broken by Guardian weapons; their sideways teleportation is not perfect, and they can only duplicate once or twice. They'd probably have a fourth ability, that of the Hobgoblin's defensive trio of blasts. These also would be weaker because they can sometimes miss, even at point-blank range. Now that'll be it for Grimoire cards from this person, because while they're about Earth and Saturn, they don't fit the flavor text of the other Grimoire cards that we already have and are thus jarring and a bit OOC. Breaking of character, if you will. But these others, they are perfect. My Own Grimoire I'll be working on writing out a bit of "grimoire cards" for a little something, just for idling purposes. I want to combine the Taken Grimoire language with the Fallen command structure and see where that goes. Different ranks may be added on there.