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For Ghosts who love to groove.
Loyalty does not mean obligation. Only justice is blind.
According to official Vanguard policy, this weapon does not exist.
"Cryptarchs made a crystal that starts fires? Get me one. I don't care how you do it. Go!" —Cayde-6
"Drawn like so, the Rift circle reinscribes planetary energy as a destructive force." —Ikora Rey, "On Circles, Volume 12"
"I love making people laugh. And by 'people,' I mean me. Haha!" "Haha! Me!"
A spark of knowledge with each fall, the purpose of the endless youth. No longer shunned, dark's nameless call now brings about tenebrous truth.
"I pushed the sun. I can push you, too." —Inscription inside the helm
A sacred eye that speaks in lies—upending futures in its path. The way before us to the skies shall see itself in ancient wrath.
An army meets, and stands, and falls. Three nobles wage their hopeless war. In shifting madness, evil crawls. One stands above the battle's roar.
They sowed the First, now reap the Last; forever narrows to a line Where Light will fade into the past—when all's converted, nothing shines.
See who's robed as if a god, who stands with pride above the rest! Destroy this ancient nameless fraud! Destroy the one whose death was blessed!
"Have I the aspic in my lips?"
We outnumber you. We will find you. You are alone, and we are colony.
Amid the endless death one flew—unnatural all-consuming need— And in the space between the two, accursed comprehension freed.
"What kind of harebrained scheme have you got in mind this time?"
"He was the first to forge arms for the Iron Banner." —Lord Saladin
"She only wanted to help. I know that now." —Lord Saladin
For Ghosts with fire inside of them.
Two siblings cleaved by time and space, reflections never found alone, The ending of the eldritch race—a path long seen but never known.
The rifle speaks for itself.
A charnel but effulgent orb—beacon in a loathsome dark— Fêted, fetid corpses rise—a too-long-absent gibbous spark.
A visitor ignites the sky, and in the truth of light it dreams: Above the dead and yet-to-die, a legion's blade with fire screams.
"You have not yet found your purpose. But it has found you." —Emissary of the Nine
"He was more wolf than Human, we used to say." —Lord Saladin
"I didn't expect to like it here. But the EDZ is growing on me." —Devrim Kay
"When the dreams begin, it is already too late." —Emissary of the Nine
For Ghosts who want to chart new skies.
"Persevere, or die in darkness. The choice is yours." —Emissary of the Nine
"Do not fear your doubts. Fight your doubts. Honor them as you would honor your enemies." —Lakshmi-2
To Tower comes a war in red; an orphan sounds the empire's call. Mortal angels mourn the dead while lightless light wraps night in pall.
"Do we need another reminder? This world is but a grave." —Arach Jalaal
"Doesn't matter how good you are—you stay out there too long, you're not coming back. Not the same way you left, anyway." —Tevis
"She loved nothing more than a good blizzard." —Lord Saladin
Open and hostile and ready.
Vestiges of the Queen's Harbingers yet linger among Saturn's moons.
"All things end." —Emissary of the Nine
A tale that's different from the rest: the thread unfurls against the clocks. The one the Speaker loved the best must have a perfect paradox.
"I dream of a world prepared to fight for its existence." —Lakshmi-2
"He walked out into the demon light. But at the end he was brighter." —Paean to Saint-14
For Ghosts who wonder at the majesty of the universe.
Only bones for your feast. Only death for my victory.
Don't let them change you.
They will tell you that you can't. Don't listen to them.
Pardon me. Coming through.
For Ghosts who like to drive fast and look good while doing it.
"No supplies. Armor in tatters. But the refugees had asked for help. And she had given her word." —Tale of the Six Coyotes
"We are unique emanations of the same shared Light." —Cult of the Aeons
"We are unique emanations of the same shared Light." —Cult of the Aeons
"We are unique emanations of the same shared Light." —Cult of the Aeons