Forgotten Lore of Destiny

Most of the stories here are not canon Lore, but in the universe of Destiny where there are large unknown spaces much is to be discovered by those mad enough to find it.

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An ode to Dredgen Yor

The Dredgen went down to Georgia,

He was looking to steal some light

He was in a bind, 'cause he was way behind,

He was itching to pick a fight.

When he came across this young man

Fiddling with a pistol and playing it hot

And the Dredgen jumped up on a hickory stump and said,

"Boy let me tell you what:

I guess you didn´t know it, but I'm a pistol slinger too,

And if you'd care to take a dare,

I'll make a bet with you

Now you play a pretty good pistol Boy,

But give the Dredgen his due

I bet a handgun of gold against your soul

'Cause I think I'm better than you"

The boy said, "My name's Malphur and it might be a sin,

But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret,

'Cause I'm the best there's ever been"

Malphur, ready up your gun and play your pistol hard,

'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Dredgen deals the cards

And if you win you'll get to survive the fight,

But if you lose, the Dredgen gets your light!

The Dredgen opened up his case and he said, "Most would have run"

And fire blew from his fingertips as he readied up his gun

And he pulled a thorn across the mag and it made an evil hiss

Then a band of Taken joined in,

And it sounded something like this

When the Dredgen finished, Malphur said,

"Well you're pretty good old son

But sit down in that chair right there

And let me show you how it's done!"

Fire on the City, run, ghost, run

The Dredgen´s in the house of the rising sun

Colonel in the bread pan a picking out dough,

Cayde says to Ace, I’m coming home

The Dredgen bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat

And he laid that golden pistol on the ground at Malphur’s feet

Malphur said, "Dredgen, just come on back

If you ever want to try again,

I done told you once, you son of a bitch,

I'm the best there´s ever been"

He played,

Fire on the City, run, ghost, run

The Dredgen's in the house of the rising sun

Colonel in the breadpan a picking out dough,

Cayde says to Ace, I’m coming home.

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The One who Took the Void

She goes by many names, dear eavesdropper. Now, she is the Usurper of the Taken. You foolishly left the throne vacant, belligerents who sought to only depose. The vacuum has been filled by one lost to our world. She sought power, and so in the fashion of her people sailed into the Gaping Maw seeking power through death. She found herself sealed in the Outside... the Void to some. To return she needs a power denied her people, Void Light. Ironic, that She would steal the Keys of Void from the very thing that lives there. A Traveler, the Craven God. She warps and twists the patterns until a door appears, but the Craven One is not so forgiving to those that would steal its powers. It's Ants delve deep into the land beneath the ocean, gnawing and biting until they find purchase. However, you used them as fuel for your rebirth. Clever and conniving, truly the Queen the Taken deserve. While the Ants have thwarted this attempt, you still plot and smile. For while a mortal can outmaneuver a Queen, you are no longer a Queen now are you? Mortals can outsmart a Queen, but against a Goddess there is no stopping. They may have delayed you, but that was all part of the plan now wasn't it?

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Screaming in the Sea

Dear eavesdropper, have you heard of the Shattered One? He sook out death in its pinnacle. One who sang death and breathed decay. She sang him a dirge, and from this dirge he became exultant as he was freed from death. Now, he flies unfettered from his feeble state as a blind knight errant. Truly free, he charts the spaces between each hive world known as The Sea of Screams. He is not the first to chart these places, nor will he be the last. The King of Taking before him and the Worm Gods even before him, and... Osiris? They are but a heartbeat away from each other, the Vex and the Hive. Those Netherworlds as they churn within the sea are sealed from the truth. The Vex exist behind the walls of the Hives dimensions, while the Hive inhabits the floorboards of the Vex networks where they toil outside of the flow of time to become its masters. Osiris! Osiris! Where are you Osiris?!? The screams join the cocophany of the Sea, will our Reborn God hear him? Warnings? Threats? Proud Ramblings? Or just an old friend reaching out for comradiery?

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The Chittering and the Stars

My treasured guest has asked if I hear the Stars. Such precious beacons, spirits that defy the dark by casting their precious Light. Not as loud as The Great Machine but only a fool ignores those with the will to speak. Great Kell of Wolves hears them, as do the rest of her ilk. They channel the Sub-Light of the Stars, somewhere between the Empty and the Flame. This precarious balance, dear eavesdropper, is what gives Great Kell her power. She hears those that speak, and listens. Takes their Gifts, leads her people. Here in this nebula, she hears even their Spark, with her elite advisors she channels powers not unlike Guardians. But those not forged by a power are bound to be changed by it. This was the birth of those Awoken by the Stars whispers. Warped by the messages, empowered by the stars. The Chittering rails against them endlessly, seeking their warmth. Their destruction. In the end no light will escape the Chittering, no matter how bright nor how quiet. But the Stars fight still, a bulwark in the deep dark of space. They don’t have the luxury of The Great Machines running, so they find other ways to fight. And, not unlike Eliksni, they adapt in a vain attempt to survive.

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Desperation and the Shanks

The Eliksni evolve, again in desperation. They cling to a technological age that has long passed, crudely "enhancing" anything they touch. Take the... Shanks, they exist to repair our hulls. Desperation turned plasma cutters into rifles, attaching riflles where once there were arms. Have you ever shot one, dear eavesdropper? Of course you have, crude machines with no tough hull and barely firing jets. But they are cheap, and they are many. And the Eliksni will ever find ways to make them.

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The Darkness, the Archons and the Kell of Kells

Oh yes. Such mystery this great Chittering is. Whispers crawl within my skull and sing such great... despair. They wonder why my lower arms do not just unbuckle my restraints. Why should I? My guest sings only here, and it will not be escaped when other behold it. The Whirlwind, the Darkness, the Deep, the Chittering. It's time shall come. Yet, other Eliksni reject truth. They bind servitors to them and carve out niche, yes? Produce enough Ether to make House strong. But only just, for if the Docked grow too powerful they rebel. But what if Kell wants more than fair share? This is the power struggle all Archon Priests face. They must satiate Kell, for Kell commands the Docked. In their control of Ether, they attain great power. And in case Kell want different priest? Well, only the Priest knows how to fix Servitor. Such is the madness of Kell of Kells. Oh? You think I mean the Mad Wold who would run Eliksni to extinction? No, dear eavesdropper. True Kell of Kell is yet to be revealed. Kell of Kells will offer Ether freely. He will lead Eliksni to proper place. He is... closer than might appear. You might even call him Friend. Now leave me, to my private symphony.

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The Prisoner and the Chittering

Hard to believe fate would have it so. After surviving supposed Kell of Kells, that station would once again be granted meeee. Warden of Prison of Elders. Yeeet, so many… interesting prisoners to catalogue. The Betrayed One, Pilot Servitor, even Vex cannot escape our Kell. Our mighty Queen has many secrets, yes? Prisoner Scribe though, his purpose eludes me. Lowly scribe of my own house, he is strapped to a table with no way to move, nor any inclination to use his unbound lower arms. Our audio feeds show him carrying on a conversation with himself, though in a tongue not known to meeee. He addresses his “guest” as the Chittering. Hehehe, for such a disgraced Eliksni to have all his arms AND a "guest"? Heee must be mad. Memory takes meee back. I recorded his "rescue" in our Annals long ago. The Mad Kell kept him hostage for many rotations, subjecting him to experimentations. He had been suffused with an impuuuure substitute for Ether... for atleast three rotations. I almost pity him, but madneeees of his type should be destroyed. I know not why my Queen takes interest in such… vermin. I am but a humble servant, and so I will continue to record his ramblings. For now.

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The Binding of the Servitors

My name is... lost to me. Unimportant though, as I am no Kell. I am abut a lowly scribe of House Judgement. This much has not escaped me. I relay to you, Great Kell of Wolves, the story that cost me my soul. The Binding of the Servitors. It was a pleasant day, long before the maelstrom that engulfed our world. I believe they call it the Whrilwind, yes? Long chasing the Great Machine we seek so desperately. In those days our world was lush with ether, Beautiful as it was dangerous, much like Great Kell. We had no need for scrap yards, our skiffs were resplendent and new. No scars marked our culture. Honor was still alive. Binding was a practice reserved for criminals and our cities knew prosperity. However, there were those dervishes as all peoples have. Malcontents who sought to disrupt the winds of order and supplant the peace we long new. Mad Kell left cities, left civilization behind. He built for himself a fortress of sorts in the caves, forsaken our love of the sky for a love of decadence. It was there I was taken. It was there I lost my soul. Mad Kell toiled endlessly with others stolen from the Great Houses, propelled with mad purpose towards deviant ends. It was here, underground where ether is lightest, where our race was damned. I was to catalogue his hubris, bring his dark knowledge to the others. I railed against this, claiming honor in this charade of bravery. Then he revealed it to me, this strangely glowing orb. It was the size of one of our young, and exuding a sickly blue-ish white vapor. Ether, he claimed. Imperfect, but still Ether. To break me, he locked me in room with this abomination. Try as I might the vapors twisted me, replacing anxiety and fear with... empty. Empty that exalts and burns and soothes. Many cycles turned, and we all grew darker in mind. Still I refused to submit. Still I held fast. Mad Kell docked my arms, left me for dead in Ether room. He let it build up, blinding all my sense with it’s disgusting light. I know not for how long I was held, but House Judgement does not suffer insults gladly. They raided Mad Kells complex, freed all those he docked. Stole plans for these damned machines and locked them away. When Whirlwind came, our world was poisoned. Our life-force, our Ether turned a heretical green. We were forced to flee. Great Machine could help us retake world! Purify our rivers and lakes and oceans of Ether! Our despair could take us, consume us, but we forged on. Eliksni not easily defeated. We restored those abominations, and gave them a name. Servitors, that they could serve our purpose to restore our world. We were fools, but sometimes a fool is the one who survives. And that, Great Kell of Wolves, is how we lost our souls to keep our lives.