- Location
- The Darkness,USA
Once fired a Locked rocket out of a maxed out Truth and watched as it took a 90-Degree turn to Kill that guardian and two of his friends.
Each Star is a Point of Light-A Destiny/Mass Effect Fusion
- Thread starter MagicMan333
- Start date
Once fired a Locked rocket out of a maxed out Truth and watched as it took a 90-Degree turn to Kill that guardian and two of his friends.
- Location
- Seattle, Washington, USA
Technically, a marriage IS a religious ritual...
Talk about player participation and active world building.
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
There are other entertaining examples, for instance, during the ARG event before Rise of Iron that first introduced OWL Sector. There's regular dance parties by players in the Tower Plaza. One of the members of OWL sector comments in the ARG that he thinks the Light has fried the Guardians brains, what with the random dancing. Also, plenty of players like to stand on the table in front of Cayde, mostly in response to one of his lines during the Taken King, and because he tends to look at the nearest player, making it look like an unimpressed glare. During the ARG, he complained about people always annoying him with that.
They haven't mentioned it, no.
But Destiny 2's farm supposedly has a soccer field.
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
And the Purple Ball is a confirmed fatality of the Cabal invasion
GingaNoTsurugi
Hear Me Howl!
THEY HAVE GONE TOO FAR!And the Purple Ball is a confirmed fatality of the Cabal invasion
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
It's just lying there on the plaza steps, obeying gravity... deflated... I'm not sure there's enough loot to make up for this heartbreak.
Timerider
That guy who really should get out more.
- Location
- The End of the World.
THERE WILL BE BLOOD FOR THIS.And the Purple Ball is a confirmed fatality of the Cabal invasion
KHORNE HIMSELF WILL BE SATED BY OUR VENGEANCE.
GingaNoTsurugi
Hear Me Howl!
THOSE SPACE TURTLES BETTER GET READY CAUSE MY WRATH WILL BE INCOMPARABLE TO THE TAKEN KING'S
Uh wrong franchise.
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
... As you can see, Guardians have some rather odd traditions and habits. There's the purple ball, dancing, victory celebrations, the Loot Cave, going after Rahool with a sack of doorknobs... A lot of it's made its way into canon.
Cmmdfugal
I married female crota
- Location
- being a verified boat
There has to be a quest for this right... reinflate the purple ball bring some light back right...right...RIGHT
Contact Bungie.
If its not already in the game then it'll make it into the first dlc.
Omake-Canon: Our Future is War
MagicMan333
Post-apocalyptic Gonzo Journalist
- Location
- Washington
Omake-Canon: Our Future is War
Lakshmi-2 stepped out of her car to a barrage of flashing lights and endless chatter.
"Priestess Laskhmi! Why did you vote to abstain?"
"Do you think this will cause a rift in the FWC coalition?
"What about the Cult's relationship with former Concordant voters?"
She sighed to herself as she gently pushed the microphones from her face.
"The Future War Cult will hold a conference tomorrow morning at the Shrine of the Eight Fronts. All questions will be answered then."
Her piece said, she walked through the tide of reporters. It was difficult going, many still bellowing insipid questions in her general direction and the constant flashing of their cameras taxed even Exo eyesight. It was with relief that the doors of the Temple opened and two Titans emerged, both wearing violet, dull yellow, and red. The colors of the Future War Cult.
Both handled the crowd with decades of experience. Blocking the way of the journalists with their large frames, hands held up, telling the ravenous crowd that was all for the night and reminding them that they would have their questions answered the next day. The doors closed behind her and Lakshmi breathed a sigh of relief.
She felt content in spreading the Truth of War but she disliked some of the avenues she had to go through. A nearby acolyte, a short girl with black hair wearing the long-sleeved shirt and trousers typical of rank-and-file Cult members, came to take her coat, an old trenchcoat Lakshmi had held onto since the Dark Age. She looked down at the small badge on her breast. Two blues and a yellow. High enough to know.
"Is the latest viewing undeway?"
The girl jumped slightly before nodding.
"Umm, yes, Lady Laskhmi. They just began ten minutes ago."
"Good, go down there and tell them I will be joining them shortly."
At this the girl bit her lip and looked around nervously.
"Ummm, I'm sorry, my Lady. I only reached initation into the third level a week ago. I've never actually been down in the catacombs before."
Lashmi huffed slightly, she'd have to scold someone for that. The girl had shown enough devotion to be initiated into the higher mysteries. She should have been shown the Machine right away. Laskhmi-2 glared at the large double door that led deeper into the Temple.
She looked at the acolyte only to see her eyes widen with fear. Laskhmi suppressed her glare and replaced it with a smile.
"Do not worry, my child. I am not upset with you." She took the girl by the arm and led her along. "I will show you the catacombs myself, then. Since our fellows did not deign to show you themselves."
The girl's expression softens into a soft smile.
"Thank you, Lady Laskhmi. It is such an honor."
"I think, my girl, that you have well-earned any honor that has come your way. May I ask your name?"
"Oh," the girl blushed slightly before answering, "I am Lanokai. Acolyte of the Third Revelation."
Laskhmi gave the girl her best smile, not always easy for an exo.
She beckoned and the girl followed her. Lakshmi led her through one of the viewing rooms, where dozens of lower-ranked acolytes, both organic and synthetic, sat in round white chairs parsing through petabytes worth of information in order to create the framework the Cult often used to predict events.
The Machine saw far and in ways mere data couldn't but it proved to be unreliable at times.
In a viewing room further in the back was a small door carefully disguised to look like a side entrance for support personnel. There was no one guarding it. At least, Lakshmi thought, no one anyone could see. Hunters could be too rambunctious for anyone's own good but their proficiency in stealth made them ideal for certain tasks.
Through the door was the catacombs. Lakshmi had been forced to take the Lanokai's hand by this point as the lighting became nonexistent.
"Remember the way we go, Acolyte. You will be the one to lead us back."
The girl nodded and Lakshmi made it a point to talk her through the labyrinth. If the girl did not understand after this then little could be done with her.
A long time seemed to pass before they found a door deep within the catacombs. It would look like any of the hundred entrances to the City's sewer system if it weren't for the cords tangled together like vines jutting in and out of it.
Lakshmi knocked in a rhythmic pattern and the door opened with a long hiss.
-----
"Has he said anything important?" Lakshmi asked, staring through the two-way mirror into the Chamber of the Machine.
"No," said Gagdaz Thaav, Priest of the Fifth Revelation, "Nothing beyond the usual muttering."
The man they spoke of, an acolyte of the Fourth Revelation, sat in Machine, his face obscured by the smooth metal of the helm he wore. He was almost naked, only in his small clothes although the wires penetrating his flesh at multiple points robbed the scene of any titillation. The bundle of cords shoved into the back of his neck was a particularly disturbing sight. Especially for poor Lanokai, standing in the corner of the dark room, her hands over her mouth in horror.
It was a typical reaction for those who had never seen the Machine before. Oh, they were told of what it did and taught of the necessity of the sacrifices made to it but such things never prepared anyone for seeing the sacrifice itself. They were pitiable souls though their courage was great. This one would be added to the Role of Martyrs, the sacred text available only to the cult's highest echelons so that they would never forget the cost paid by the faithful for enlightenment.
She would have to talk to the girl after this. Keep her devoted. Keep her silent.
"He will speak in time," Lakshmi answered, "The Machine will naturally seek to close the loop."
"Well," Gagdaz said, his awoken eyes glowing a soft green color as he stared at the Netpad in his hand, "I sure hope so. If this latest gamble doesn't pay off…"
"It will…"
"If it doesn't, then we will have worse to worry about than a drop in votes."
Lakshmi became silent. She remembered the previous two viewings. The first one had been a man named Vardon Asselin. He had died screaming as blood dripped from his eyes.
"LET THEM IN." That was what he'd screamed. "LET THEM IN."
They'd had their best analysts pour over the session trying to decipher the message. When the aliens entered the City they realized they should have saved the effort. The obvious answer was to vote to give the newcomers sanctuary. But Lakshmi and a few others had spoken for caution. They had to make sure that whatever happened next could stay under their control.
So, in the early hours of night the day of the vote they held another viewing to show what would happen if they voted aye to integration. The sacrifice had been a woman by the name of Adora Franco. Her final words had been even more violent than Vardon's had been, the screams so loud and constant that when they finally got her out of the machine they found she had choked to death on her own blood. But, Lakshmi thought, they had gotten important information out of her.
"Dead Orbit and New Monarchy murder each other in the streets. A FWC Priest's head is being paraded through the streets. The Speaker has been assassinated. The Vanguard is powerless to stop the chaos. The Temple burns. THE TEMPLE BURNS!"
The prophecy had left Cult leaders in a panic. They still hadn't thought of a solution when the Consensus was called to assemble. It was only Lakshmi's quick thinking that had allowed them to bypass the vote. It would cause trouble but Lakshmi could spin the decision as the Cult being split on the issue and needing time to see how things played out. Besides, the Speaker breaking the tie gave xeno-inclusion a veneer of legitimacy that made it easier to swallow by the populace in the short-term. As for long term acceptance of the crew of the Long-Sight…They would have to see.
Lakshmi was shaken from her thoughts by voice piping into the room from the speakers linked to the Machine.
"I see," the sacrifice said, "three stars fall from the sky." To Lakshmi's surprise, the acolyte was not screaming. In fact, he sounded calm, even content. "I see Darkness try to take the City from within and without. But the three stars…No not three anymore. I see six…No seven. They…They…"
The acolyte became silent as Lakshmi grabbed the comm.
"What did they do? What do the stars do?" she said with uncharacteristic force.
"They rise into the sky. They rise and…" The voice trailed away one last time to be followed by the telltale sound of an EKG flat lining. Laskhmi took a calming breath.
"Get him out of the Machine. It has said all it has wished for now."
Gagdaz's gaze shot between Lakshmi and the Machine for a few moments.
"But…that didn't answer anything. We still have a crisis on our hands!"
Lakshmi stared at the Machine. Three stars falling from the sky…
"No," Lakshmi-2 said in the darkness of the Chamber, "I think we have all the answers we need."
*****
Hello, all, I'm sorry I've been gone for so long. My original plan was a few more omakes and grimoires along with a few chapters of my new story but I hit a hard spot in my second draft and found that I needed to focus on that if I was ever going to move forward.
Anyway, great news, the second draft is currently finished! But first things first, I'd like to have some people go over it and tell me what they think. A little bit of it will be for beta'ing purposes but I also want people to tell me where I improved and where I might have messed up improving things. I'm hoping for a minimum of three volunteers and a max of five. I don't expect you to read all of it which is why I want multiple people. So everybody can do a piece if they don't feel they have the time to read the whole fic again (though I would be grateful if people did just that). Once enough people volunteer I'll send copies of the second draft over the next few days (We'll decide over PM how people want to do it.) Once that's done, I'll give any recommendations a quick once-through before publishing on AO3 and FF.net.
As for the plans over the next week, there'll be one more omake posted over the next week and I hope to have the first chapter of Book 3 up around next Friday. We'll see what happens.
I hope to hear from you. It's good to be back.
Lakshmi-2 stepped out of her car to a barrage of flashing lights and endless chatter.
"Priestess Laskhmi! Why did you vote to abstain?"
"Do you think this will cause a rift in the FWC coalition?
"What about the Cult's relationship with former Concordant voters?"
She sighed to herself as she gently pushed the microphones from her face.
"The Future War Cult will hold a conference tomorrow morning at the Shrine of the Eight Fronts. All questions will be answered then."
Her piece said, she walked through the tide of reporters. It was difficult going, many still bellowing insipid questions in her general direction and the constant flashing of their cameras taxed even Exo eyesight. It was with relief that the doors of the Temple opened and two Titans emerged, both wearing violet, dull yellow, and red. The colors of the Future War Cult.
Both handled the crowd with decades of experience. Blocking the way of the journalists with their large frames, hands held up, telling the ravenous crowd that was all for the night and reminding them that they would have their questions answered the next day. The doors closed behind her and Lakshmi breathed a sigh of relief.
She felt content in spreading the Truth of War but she disliked some of the avenues she had to go through. A nearby acolyte, a short girl with black hair wearing the long-sleeved shirt and trousers typical of rank-and-file Cult members, came to take her coat, an old trenchcoat Lakshmi had held onto since the Dark Age. She looked down at the small badge on her breast. Two blues and a yellow. High enough to know.
"Is the latest viewing undeway?"
The girl jumped slightly before nodding.
"Umm, yes, Lady Laskhmi. They just began ten minutes ago."
"Good, go down there and tell them I will be joining them shortly."
At this the girl bit her lip and looked around nervously.
"Ummm, I'm sorry, my Lady. I only reached initation into the third level a week ago. I've never actually been down in the catacombs before."
Lashmi huffed slightly, she'd have to scold someone for that. The girl had shown enough devotion to be initiated into the higher mysteries. She should have been shown the Machine right away. Laskhmi-2 glared at the large double door that led deeper into the Temple.
She looked at the acolyte only to see her eyes widen with fear. Laskhmi suppressed her glare and replaced it with a smile.
"Do not worry, my child. I am not upset with you." She took the girl by the arm and led her along. "I will show you the catacombs myself, then. Since our fellows did not deign to show you themselves."
The girl's expression softens into a soft smile.
"Thank you, Lady Laskhmi. It is such an honor."
"I think, my girl, that you have well-earned any honor that has come your way. May I ask your name?"
"Oh," the girl blushed slightly before answering, "I am Lanokai. Acolyte of the Third Revelation."
Laskhmi gave the girl her best smile, not always easy for an exo.
She beckoned and the girl followed her. Lakshmi led her through one of the viewing rooms, where dozens of lower-ranked acolytes, both organic and synthetic, sat in round white chairs parsing through petabytes worth of information in order to create the framework the Cult often used to predict events.
The Machine saw far and in ways mere data couldn't but it proved to be unreliable at times.
In a viewing room further in the back was a small door carefully disguised to look like a side entrance for support personnel. There was no one guarding it. At least, Lakshmi thought, no one anyone could see. Hunters could be too rambunctious for anyone's own good but their proficiency in stealth made them ideal for certain tasks.
Through the door was the catacombs. Lakshmi had been forced to take the Lanokai's hand by this point as the lighting became nonexistent.
"Remember the way we go, Acolyte. You will be the one to lead us back."
The girl nodded and Lakshmi made it a point to talk her through the labyrinth. If the girl did not understand after this then little could be done with her.
A long time seemed to pass before they found a door deep within the catacombs. It would look like any of the hundred entrances to the City's sewer system if it weren't for the cords tangled together like vines jutting in and out of it.
Lakshmi knocked in a rhythmic pattern and the door opened with a long hiss.
-----
"Has he said anything important?" Lakshmi asked, staring through the two-way mirror into the Chamber of the Machine.
"No," said Gagdaz Thaav, Priest of the Fifth Revelation, "Nothing beyond the usual muttering."
The man they spoke of, an acolyte of the Fourth Revelation, sat in Machine, his face obscured by the smooth metal of the helm he wore. He was almost naked, only in his small clothes although the wires penetrating his flesh at multiple points robbed the scene of any titillation. The bundle of cords shoved into the back of his neck was a particularly disturbing sight. Especially for poor Lanokai, standing in the corner of the dark room, her hands over her mouth in horror.
It was a typical reaction for those who had never seen the Machine before. Oh, they were told of what it did and taught of the necessity of the sacrifices made to it but such things never prepared anyone for seeing the sacrifice itself. They were pitiable souls though their courage was great. This one would be added to the Role of Martyrs, the sacred text available only to the cult's highest echelons so that they would never forget the cost paid by the faithful for enlightenment.
She would have to talk to the girl after this. Keep her devoted. Keep her silent.
"He will speak in time," Lakshmi answered, "The Machine will naturally seek to close the loop."
"Well," Gagdaz said, his awoken eyes glowing a soft green color as he stared at the Netpad in his hand, "I sure hope so. If this latest gamble doesn't pay off…"
"It will…"
"If it doesn't, then we will have worse to worry about than a drop in votes."
Lakshmi became silent. She remembered the previous two viewings. The first one had been a man named Vardon Asselin. He had died screaming as blood dripped from his eyes.
"LET THEM IN." That was what he'd screamed. "LET THEM IN."
They'd had their best analysts pour over the session trying to decipher the message. When the aliens entered the City they realized they should have saved the effort. The obvious answer was to vote to give the newcomers sanctuary. But Lakshmi and a few others had spoken for caution. They had to make sure that whatever happened next could stay under their control.
So, in the early hours of night the day of the vote they held another viewing to show what would happen if they voted aye to integration. The sacrifice had been a woman by the name of Adora Franco. Her final words had been even more violent than Vardon's had been, the screams so loud and constant that when they finally got her out of the machine they found she had choked to death on her own blood. But, Lakshmi thought, they had gotten important information out of her.
"Dead Orbit and New Monarchy murder each other in the streets. A FWC Priest's head is being paraded through the streets. The Speaker has been assassinated. The Vanguard is powerless to stop the chaos. The Temple burns. THE TEMPLE BURNS!"
The prophecy had left Cult leaders in a panic. They still hadn't thought of a solution when the Consensus was called to assemble. It was only Lakshmi's quick thinking that had allowed them to bypass the vote. It would cause trouble but Lakshmi could spin the decision as the Cult being split on the issue and needing time to see how things played out. Besides, the Speaker breaking the tie gave xeno-inclusion a veneer of legitimacy that made it easier to swallow by the populace in the short-term. As for long term acceptance of the crew of the Long-Sight…They would have to see.
Lakshmi was shaken from her thoughts by voice piping into the room from the speakers linked to the Machine.
"I see," the sacrifice said, "three stars fall from the sky." To Lakshmi's surprise, the acolyte was not screaming. In fact, he sounded calm, even content. "I see Darkness try to take the City from within and without. But the three stars…No not three anymore. I see six…No seven. They…They…"
The acolyte became silent as Lakshmi grabbed the comm.
"What did they do? What do the stars do?" she said with uncharacteristic force.
"They rise into the sky. They rise and…" The voice trailed away one last time to be followed by the telltale sound of an EKG flat lining. Laskhmi took a calming breath.
"Get him out of the Machine. It has said all it has wished for now."
Gagdaz's gaze shot between Lakshmi and the Machine for a few moments.
"But…that didn't answer anything. We still have a crisis on our hands!"
Lakshmi stared at the Machine. Three stars falling from the sky…
"No," Lakshmi-2 said in the darkness of the Chamber, "I think we have all the answers we need."
*****
Hello, all, I'm sorry I've been gone for so long. My original plan was a few more omakes and grimoires along with a few chapters of my new story but I hit a hard spot in my second draft and found that I needed to focus on that if I was ever going to move forward.
Anyway, great news, the second draft is currently finished! But first things first, I'd like to have some people go over it and tell me what they think. A little bit of it will be for beta'ing purposes but I also want people to tell me where I improved and where I might have messed up improving things. I'm hoping for a minimum of three volunteers and a max of five. I don't expect you to read all of it which is why I want multiple people. So everybody can do a piece if they don't feel they have the time to read the whole fic again (though I would be grateful if people did just that). Once enough people volunteer I'll send copies of the second draft over the next few days (We'll decide over PM how people want to do it.) Once that's done, I'll give any recommendations a quick once-through before publishing on AO3 and FF.net.
As for the plans over the next week, there'll be one more omake posted over the next week and I hope to have the first chapter of Book 3 up around next Friday. We'll see what happens.
I hope to hear from you. It's good to be back.
Good to see you back, particularly after the launch of Destiny 2. While I know we are well aways in the timeline for Gaul's invasion, I wonder if some characters and elements of the sequel will make an appearance. For starters, I see Garrus and Devran Kay getting along quite famously and Asher annoying the hell out of Liara and Tali, the latter in particular when it comes to the Vex. Plus, I have to wonder if Calus' Leviathan has swung through Citadel Space during his Grand Tour.
But prehaps most pressing of all is the stinger after the credits where the Traveler's Awakening wakes up a fleet of Black Ships outside the Galactic Rim. According to theroies by My Name is Byf, other lore hounds and some of Destiny 1's concept art of an unused fifth race, we may after four years have finally seen our true enemy; The Darkness itself. And with their location, I have gone to wondering of the Reapers are still in play to terrified at what may have happened to them if the Darkness met them first. Somehow, despite having no contact with Earth literature, I think if Harbringer is still alive, it's sole though would be "I have no mouth, AND I MUST SCREAM!"
- Location
- Home
ITS BACK!! Yay! It's so sad that there are so few destiny fics out there of any worth. And this one is the first time I'm ever posting too!
In regards to the story I didn't notice anything wrong with any sort of grammar issues but I'm not exactly the biggest noticer of flaws. Either way, good stuff, and it's nice to hear from you again.
In regards to the story I didn't notice anything wrong with any sort of grammar issues but I'm not exactly the biggest noticer of flaws. Either way, good stuff, and it's nice to hear from you again.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
- Location
- Colorado
Well, I 'd be willing to do a look through in my spare time (between my own Destiny fic, GONG...and playing Destiny 2 myself, lulz). I'll send you a PM after reading back through the story.
Ah, the FWC. For all their smarts they've never seemed to have figured out that the Vex are never going to show them a future where we win.
The fact that the Vex actually cant see such a future just makes it funnier still!
Strunkriidiisk
THE LEGEND
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- He/Him
This is very belated, but I modelled the Grimoire card after the ones for Ta'aun and Baxx, neither of whom really had a knife reflecting any gimmick. The knife was to cut away their previous bonds and replace them with something else: for Baxx, it was joy instead of pain and rage; for Ta'aun it was acceptance of being alone, having abandoned his bonds of camaraderie and the obligations of his orders.
For Wrex it is cutting away the sadness of losing Liara, Tali, and so on, and accepting the peace of solitude similarly to Ta'aun.
The knives describing their abilities are for the minion Taken.
Apropos of that @MagicMan333, it would probably be better to alter the apocrypha threadmark title on that entry, since that was designed more as a boss-type entry. "Wrex, Rage of Oryx" might be a suitable replacement.
Also, can you confirm whether any of Shepard/Garrus/Tali/Liara/Edi-3/Ashley/Kaidan (I think that's the full raiding crew) have Exotic armour along with their weapons? I assume everyone gets at least one of the two over their careers anyway. You needn't specify which ones obviously, but confirmation of presence leaves room for speculation.
Five bucks says Ashley has the Gjallarhorn.
MagicMan333
Post-apocalyptic Gonzo Journalist
- Location
- Washington
Done.
I've got everyone's guns planned out I haven't thought through everybody's armor (funny enough I have Fireteam Citadel's planned out but Ashley's the only one of the "human" crew I have a plan for).
If you want something to tie you over I'll put this under spoilers (and anyone who discusses this little fact better put it in spoilers too).
Liara will eventually receive a pair of gauntlets called "Pride of the Matriarchs".
Edit: Oh yeah, I forgot. Interesting note, it was originally Tali who was going to receive the Gjallarhorn after future plot developments that I won't get into but I scrapped the idea after giving her Super Good Advice because I liked that idea more/wanted to keep everyone down to one or two Exotics to match the specialness they're supposed to have in the lore.
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Fan Grimoire- Canon: The Taken: Galactic Part 1
Strunkriidiisk
THE LEGEND
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- He/Him
On the subject of Grimoire cards and the Taken:
Collection: The Taken: Galactic, Part 1
The Taken: Asari
You are an Asari. A child wielding the grand forces of the void. Practitioner of a thousand arts. You ever seek the greatest pleasures, the most wondrous mysteries.
You have been taken.
Leash your curiosity. There are no experiences left but this one. Let go, and let it fill you.
What fancy steers your wanderings? What dreams do you pursue?
You rend with the power of black holes. You travel the vastness of the worlds seeking new challenges to enrich yourself over the long centuries of your life. But you fear that sudden end. The possibility that your existence might be cut short and your wisdom will never be passed on.
You must be unflinching.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [invincible].
Take up the knife. Guard yourself with it. Take your new shape.
The Taken: Turian
You are a Turian. The backbone of the Citadel's defence. You are a soldier to the last breath, stalwart and defiant.
You have been taken.
Lay down your arms. Strip away your armour. You can breathe free from the weight of duty here.
What training guides you? What contingencies can you enact?
You fight together with your brothers and sisters. A seamless whole, shoulder to shoulder. But you cannot account for every eventuality. Doctrine says to stand and fight, but what use is that when the enemy doesn't do the same? When they flee, and bait traps, and cut you apart from out of sight? The enemy can scatter the unit without you being able to fire a shot in your defence.
You must rip them from their holes.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [you shall not escape].
Take up the knife. Cast it forth. Take your new shape.
The Taken: Krogan
You are a Krogan. The mightiest. You have been both saviour and scourge to the galaxy. None can stand against your rage.
You have been taken.
Calm yourself. There are no foes to crush here. No one will hurt you again.
What is your centre? What fury motivates you?
You howl your defiance to the stars. You exult in unmatched strength. But for all your power, you are but one, and your enemies are many and scattered. They swarm like the pests they are, tearing you apart with a thousand thousand tiny woundings. You cannot reach them as they slowly bring you down.
You must bring the fight to them, no matter how they flee.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [strike from above].
Take up the knife. See how it flashes. Take your new shape.
Collection: The Taken: Galactic, Part 1
The Taken: Asari
You are an Asari. A child wielding the grand forces of the void. Practitioner of a thousand arts. You ever seek the greatest pleasures, the most wondrous mysteries.
You have been taken.
Leash your curiosity. There are no experiences left but this one. Let go, and let it fill you.
What fancy steers your wanderings? What dreams do you pursue?
You rend with the power of black holes. You travel the vastness of the worlds seeking new challenges to enrich yourself over the long centuries of your life. But you fear that sudden end. The possibility that your existence might be cut short and your wisdom will never be passed on.
You must be unflinching.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [invincible].
Take up the knife. Guard yourself with it. Take your new shape.
The Taken: Turian
You are a Turian. The backbone of the Citadel's defence. You are a soldier to the last breath, stalwart and defiant.
You have been taken.
Lay down your arms. Strip away your armour. You can breathe free from the weight of duty here.
What training guides you? What contingencies can you enact?
You fight together with your brothers and sisters. A seamless whole, shoulder to shoulder. But you cannot account for every eventuality. Doctrine says to stand and fight, but what use is that when the enemy doesn't do the same? When they flee, and bait traps, and cut you apart from out of sight? The enemy can scatter the unit without you being able to fire a shot in your defence.
You must rip them from their holes.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [you shall not escape].
Take up the knife. Cast it forth. Take your new shape.
The Taken: Krogan
You are a Krogan. The mightiest. You have been both saviour and scourge to the galaxy. None can stand against your rage.
You have been taken.
Calm yourself. There are no foes to crush here. No one will hurt you again.
What is your centre? What fury motivates you?
You howl your defiance to the stars. You exult in unmatched strength. But for all your power, you are but one, and your enemies are many and scattered. They swarm like the pests they are, tearing you apart with a thousand thousand tiny woundings. You cannot reach them as they slowly bring you down.
You must bring the fight to them, no matter how they flee.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [strike from above].
Take up the knife. See how it flashes. Take your new shape.
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Hmm, now I'm wondering what kind of power a Taken Salarian would have. Probably something to give them a physical buff, since they're kinda scrawny compared to everyone else?.
And what about a Taken Thresher Maw. I could see the grimoire making comparisons to the Worms.
And what about a Taken Thresher Maw. I could see the grimoire making comparisons to the Worms.