Witherhoard
Exotic
"Like a one-man private security company." —The Drifter
Item stats
  • 6
    Magazine
Primary
Impact
60
Stability
67
Handling
53
Reload Speed
40
Rounds Per Minute
90
Hidden
Aim assistance
84
Recoil Direction
96
Zoom
12
Inventory Size
46
Weapon Perks
Countermass

This weapon is weighted for vertical recoil.
• Greatly controls recoil
• Increases stability
• Increases handling speed

Black Powder

This weapon's explosives are more effective.
• Slightly increases blast radius
• Decreases stability

Break the Bank

Blighted targets take damage over time and blight the nearby area on death.

Composite Stock

This weapon has a versatile dual-purpose stock.
• Slightly increases stability
• Slightly increases handling speed

Tracker Disabled

No tracker is displayed on this weapon.

Intrinsic Traits
Primeval's Torment

Projectiles fired by this weapon blight the target or nearby area on impact.

Weapon Mods
Witherhoard Catalyst

Upgrades this weapon to a Masterwork.

It will generate Orbs on multikills and gain a tracker that displays the number of combatants defeated with it. The Masterworked weapon will also receive additional capabilities.

Defeat enemies using this weapon to unlock this upgrade.

Weapon Cosmetics
Default Ornament

Restores your weapon to its default appearance.

Lore
The Drifter slouches against the bulkhead of the Derelict, a pile of Dark Motes scattered across the table in front of him. He fixes his gaze on the massive Titan, the sharpness in his eyes belying his casual posture. "I'm surprised you got the time to come around here, hassling me about these tiny Motes, Joxer. Seems like you got the big deal in orbit around Io. That's where the Vanguard oughta be." The Drifter's hand rests casually on the handle of a thick, breechloaded Grenade Launcher. "And ain't you Vanguard through and through these days?" Joxer snorts at the irony. "I'm not here to hassle you, Drifter. On the contrary. Consider this a friendly warning." "Friendly, huh? Is that what we are now?" Drifter's grip on the Grenade Launcher tightens. "Now you raised my suspicion. You better speak plain, Joxer, or prepare to draw." The Titan shakes his head in exasperation. "Some people say those Pyramids damn near wiped us out once. Nobody knows for sure. But if they do end up hostile, it's going to get heavy in a hurry. And you don't want to be the guy standing in the middle holding a bag of Dark Motes." "And what the hell business is it of yours where I'm standing?" the Drifter asks as he plants his boots on the deck. He rises to his feet, the Grenade Launcher dangling from his hand. "Unless I'm standing in your way." Joxer puts his hands up in mock surrender. "You know what? I came here because I'm trying to change. Making amends. After what happed at Gambit Prime… I had to get right. And part of that is giving you some friendly advice to lay low for a while." He glances down at the Dark Motes. "But if you don't want to hear reason, that's on you." Joxer trundles his way to the back of the ship. As the airlock hisses open, Drifter calls out, "That's real nice armor, Joxer. Don't forget where you got it."