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[dentedhopes]

                                                   Saint 14 blog.  "You are the shield. The Ward allows you to bear the brunt of the impact, nothing more. You are the shield, and the light keeps you standing."                                                                                                          Ind. Priv. Sel.                                                   Ran by Brandon 

[tallesttall]

meet my titan, diomedes. he's great and i love him

[pollaplous]

-- Perhaps together we can find out who we truly are --

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[pollaplous]

[[ Hi hi there! New Destiny Guardian RP blog here <3 Still working on the about, but looking for RPers to follow, thank you!

[speakertowolfs]

Anyone want to do a starter?

[speakertowolfs]

New faces, old friends

“Your telling me the engine melted?” Rednar looked at his ghost. The little light buzzed around scanning the ship the Guardian following. “That would be a yes. Seems the hyperdrive slipped a wire into the…..” “But you can fix it….. Soon, right?” He started to look around at the foliage of Venus, almost could feel the jungle swarming I on him. “Ill need time… And materials” “Which we don’t have” He sighed and leaned on the ship. Checking his shock pistol, enough to fend for a minute maybe. His blade wouldn’t even last that long. “Send up a distress call then, we can’t risk this.” “Sir…. Are you sure” the Ghost whizzed around. “The only ships around here are the Queens fleet and well…” “I know, send out on this frequency” reading off a list of numbers “Use call sign Howl pack, should let us fly under the radar at least in name.”

The two were on Venus exploring the old buildings, collage halls and production buildings, looking for any and all answers to the Fallen Houses and what they were before the traveler. If he wanted to return home he would do it, and with title in hand.

@wolves-whisperer

[speakertowolfs]

Rednar, House Wolf Speaker.

Name / Nick: Redner Nationality / Language(s): Reef Born/English and Fallen. Age: 26 Date of Death/ Date of Res: 05.24.XX / 12.31.XX Height / Weight: 5'9″ / 165 lbs. Species: Awoken Light class: Hunter/Gold Gun Faction alliance: House Wolfs. Ghost: Rengar Orientation /Status: Straight/Alone Fireteam name / Call name: The Howl Pack About:  A natural born of the reef, was taken at an early age for a sort of cross training experiment. He was put in the care of Variks, to be watched over for the totality of the test. After that, with no name or thought dropped into the House of Wolfs. Starting out on the level of Dregs He was taught base combat skills, gun and shock blade techniques, boarding of enemy ships, and surviving if captured. Ethernal was given to him much like the Dregs and Vandels, except it was from a gas mask like instrument he could remove, and take a sip of the fumes only when needed. He was walked through the cells and shown past leadership and what had become of the House, gaining nods of aproval from all but their Kell. Eventually gaining the right to ride on one of the fleet ships he was placed on the lowest Barons boarding detachment. Still with no name except You and Dreg, he gained notice from the Baron from his appitude for taking enemy ships and dispatching the crew. He was then suggested for the right to a name and promotion. Brought before the Kell ,Queen of the reef, he knelt down expecting to be delta with swiftly and sent back to his ship, instead she had him rise and tell her his tale and how he got here. And he did. When he was done she smiled and told him with this success there will be more like him created and trained, the prototype will no longer be needed and with that he was speared from behind. Many a moon went by before he was found by the ghost and reawoken. He received the traverse message and swore himself to that code and vengeance against the reef but not the Wolfs themselfs, just the Queen. He dubbed him self Rednar, Speaker for Wolfs.

[wraithslight-a-blog]

Crucible Variants

( Closed role play with @razorbeard ) Damn hunters. Caith clutched his weapon as his ghost dropped him from his resurrection transmat. He could still feel the bladedancer's arc crawling through his skin. That was the one thing he hated most here. Death was common. Much too common. Especially for him. His boots made soft thuds on the ground as he ran down the corridor. He knew there was commotion on his comm, but where that was or how to get there eluded him. The maps name was Twilight Gap. He knew that. He just didn't know the damn map itself. He came around the corner to meet the incoming fire of that same hunter. Thankfully, he didn't have a shotgun, and most of the bullets were just absorbed by Caith's shield. Then there was the knife work. The blink strike caught his shoulder, digging into the textile of his robes and causing his jaw to grit. He quickly suppressed the next strike and channeled his own arc, somewhat satisfied with the flinch of the injured hunter when he pressed his palm to his chest and let the volts flow through his fingers.  He must have been running from some source of damage, because when the next palm strike of the Exo's made contact with his forehead, the bladedancer buckled to the ground, ghost expanding to take care of the fatal blow, leaving Caith huffing in his helm and looking up from the strife, shoulder bleeding the dark red fluid that was his equivalent of blood. Damn hunters.