#cryptarch

[humantea]

In this book series, a longsword-wielding lesbian is initially in opposition to an emotionally damaged main character who she eventually forms a bond with. Sadly, their story ends in tragedy, as she gives up her life to help the other obtain a powerful position in an evil empire as part of a shadowy ruling group. Before she can take power, however, the other character suffers brain damage of some kind that limits her ability to perceive parts of the world. Once she finally obtains power, she is taken under the wing of a sinister leader who puts on a friendly facade, has to deal with the agenda of one particularly tall, pale member of said group, and must survive attacks by a close relative of the first character.

[dastardly-destiny]

MY GUARDIANS

1: Animina was resurrected after Twilight Gap. Has always had an affinity for fallen, appreciating their culture and feeling guilty after every satisfying headshot. Lives in a converted shipping container outside the city walls. Is primarily a researcher, finding threats unnoticed by the Vanguard and taking them down alone. Despite being obsessed with being the perfect guardian, she almost never visits the city except to pick up bounties. Sided with the vanguard despite loving Gambit. Took Cayde-6′s death hard and is very excited for the return of the legendary Saint-14. 

2. Eve-10: Resurrected after Kings fall. Discovered outside an exo facility with the scars of his former life. After arriving at the city he rented an apartment in the city, enjoying the finer things in life. Only ever going out on patrol to get enough glimmer to fund his next drinking binge. He was a terrible fighter, despite competing in Crucible constantly. Finally began to be a good guardian after fighting with Animina in the crucible. She resolved to train him. They became friends after he decided to enlist in the moon invasion without her pressuring him. Now he continues to fight on the front. He is jealous of Saint-14′s fame. 

3. Renar: Resurrected after the first fallen arrived. Swore off violence and joined one of the first groups of cryptarchs. Remained a cryptarch and became a historian. First dragged into violence when the Drifter arrived, becoming obsessed with his combat drill and his cult of personality. He’s remarkably shy and naive for an immortal. Later began to fight in the crucible to hone his skills, where he met Eve-10 who began to drag him out to parties. He is fascinated by Eve-10′s recent dedication to combat and is considering going to the front, intrigued by Osiris’s call to action and the legend of Saint-14. 

[stalkingsensei]

“Speak to me not of the Darkness, I want no part in it.” WELL GUESS WHAT, RAHOOL, THE DARKNESS COMES IN MANY FORMS, AND IT COMES FOR EVERYONE. This doodle brought to you by frustration at deleting a million shaders 😑

[sir-troiden]

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[ask-lordshaxx]

KinderGuardians!

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Stay Tuned!

[sleepybookdragon]

Destiny -Knife To Meet You

A.N.: I needed to get myself writing again so this happened.

There was a THUD! above them followed by a “shh!” by a cryptarch sat nearby.

The three warlocks looked up at it, ignoring the hushing cryptarch.

Jayn grabbed the knife and wiggled it out of the wall.

Thes turned to figure out where it had come from whilst Asen was peering at the knife.

“There’s a message on it,” Jayn said.

“Judging by the way that Awoken Hunter is grinning at us,” Thes said, still looking behind them, “I think it came from her.”

The Hunter must have realised that Thes was talking about her as she gave them a thumbs up.

Thes turned back. “Hunters are weird.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Asen mused as Jayn continued to inspect the knife.

“You’d be a Titan Teddy Bear if you weren’t a warlock.”

“I’m a Warlock Teddy Bear then.”

The cryptarch was throwing them a frustrated look.

They continued to ignore him.

“Are we ever going to meet that Titan you’re dating?” Thes asked, watching Jayn look behind her then start scrawling a message onto the knife.

“When we are ready.” Asen was taking an interest in the message as well.

Jayn lifted the knife to check her handy work then stood up and turned.

“Oh no,” Thes said, realising what Jayn was planning.

“She is,” Asen added.

“Please don’t!”

“Just hand it back to her!”

Jayn threw the knife.

As soon as she did, Cayde walked into it’s path.

All three of them stared in terror.

Cayde seemed to realise what was about to happen and grabbed the clumsily thrown knife. He then read the message & burst into laughter. “First date idea Mos,” he said, handing the knife to the intended Hunter recipient, “teach that warlock how to throw knives.” With a thumbs up at the warlocks, he continued on his way.

They looked at one another.

“You are so lucky!” Thes said.

“And we are gone,” Asen grinned.

The Hunter was walking over to them.

He and Thes made themselves scarce.

[libelularosa]

Lunch time?

[kinghorsehead]

The Cryptarch

@destinyweek !!!

Master Rahool of the Tower had an interesting practice. It was a skill that not everyone had. Decrypting the Engrams that Guardians brought to him was as much of his job as researching the world before the Fall, and even well before the Golden Age. 

In order to decrypt and engram, you first needed an engram. Clusters of materialized data that could be researched and applied physically, creating a variety of things. Some contained information on guns, weapons, armor, even cosmetic devices like cloaks, marks, or bonds. 

But then there were the strange ones. 

The true nature of engrams was never something that had been fully explored. Rahool tried his damnedest to sort it out, how they were created in the first place, but his research didn’t take him very far. 

Sometimes, a citizen of the city would find their way up to the tower and ask for Rahool’s assistance and knowledge. cryptarchs existed down below, but Rahool was known to be one of the best in the system.  

“Let’s see what we have here...” Rahool muttered to himself, gingerly taking the engram from a citizen. Some believed that you had to have the right mind, the right vision in order to see the truth of the engrams. Rahool wasn’t sure what to say about that. “Oh?”

His hands moved across the engram, and it began to glow. In mere moments, it fizzled into something akin to dust, floating up in the air. Normally the engram would reconfigure its size to become the item coded inside, but this wasn’t the case with smaller items. 

from the dust was a sliver of paper. Nobody used paper much anymore. Rahool loved the texture of paper. He often spent his free hours in the warlock’s libraries reading. But this paper was a little different.

He chuckled to himself. The woman seemed curious, inching and leaning forward, but didn’t utter a word. Silently, he gave the paper to her, and allowed her to inspect it herself.

“Unpredictable things, engrams. They’re most commonly the weapons and armor you see our guardians carrying around, but every once and a while, you’ll get something like this.” Even his words were curious and gleeful at the strange paper. 

It was a recipe. for cooking. 

With kindness, the woman bowed, uttered a quiet thanks, and left, leaving Rahool to deal with the guardians who crouched before him like he was some sort of god, deciding the random numbers generated that would in turn deliver them the items they wanted. 

He was no god, but he did observe the guardian’s strange tendencies regarding engrams. Some would hoard them, and decrypt several at a time. They hoped that mass decryption would somehow boost their chances of receiving rarer gear, but the numbers were still as random as they’d ever be.

Such was the like of Cryptarch Rahool