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Acolytes of Nezarec: Koraxis - I
Acolytes of Nezarec: Koraxis - II
Acolytes of Nezarec: Koraxis - III
Acolytes of Nezarec: Koraxis - IV
Acolytes of Nezarec: Koraxis - V
Mask of Trepidation
Grips of Trepidation
Vest of Trepidation
Boots of Trepidation
Cloak of Trepidation

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Not the right order






A reverie of a loyal Ghost, changed and quiet but always steadfast. It leaves behind a gently glowing data fragment to mark its passing.

We were in the Garden, and I was going to die, and then I didn't. I watched my Guardian speak to himself, and not himself: a being that wore his shape, spoke with his voice, and offered him salvation. Salvation in the form of forgetting. I didn't know Darkness could do that. I don't think any of us really understood it.

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You will dream of me- I will never leave you.




The sound that escaped me resembled a roar.

A psychic echo.

It soared through the air and pierced every corner of my ship.

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Egregore Atavist
Tarnished Stalker
Nightmare Wraith
Dread Devourer
Esteemed Psion
Tarnished Wraith
Loyalist Sentinel Commander
Nightmare Chieftain
Nightmare of Emonut, Sworn of Moli Imoli
Resolute Vandal

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These aren't in chronological order :troll:


Voices of the Haunted:


Book names

I. Temperament
II. Death and Desertion

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Not in chronological order :pepelaugh:


Having discovered Calus's true allegiance to the Witness and his intentions of claiming the lunar Pyramid as a weapon to bring about the second Collapse, there is more urgency than ever to sever the emperor's connection to the Pyramid.


"However," Eris warns, "by my estimates, Calus has already infiltrated the paracausal matrix of the lunar Pyramid."

"The dark below groans and churns with excitement at this revelation. Emanations from the lunar Pyramid whisper a singular psychic demand to all who can perceive it: REJOICE."

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Debrief with Zavala in the Tower regarding the ominous message.

Travel to the H.E.L.M.

HIGH ALERT: ANOMALY DETECTED - H.E.L.M.

Zavala sees you coming and steps forward to meet you.  "I heard."

He exhales slowly. "Calus's plans are foiled, his vessel stranded without a heartbeat above the Moon." He shakes his head. "I'm not sure how he projected himself into the H.E.L.M., but it was the same here, over the homes of the people we protect."

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Just some guardian games stuff (Texts are random order). Entity#7777



"Light Platinum Torches in the Tower."
"Two Platinum Torches can be unlocked every week: one for depositing Medallions, and another for achieving a Platinum score in the Guardian Games: Competitive playlist."
"Platinum Torchbearer"
"Tower's Finest"
"By the end of Guardian Games 2022, get high enough scores from each week's Guardian Games: Competitive playlist to rank in the top 10% of the Destiny 2 community's combined best scores."

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Medal Mantle
Your reputation precedes you, like a disregarded warning.


Prak'kesh was relieving himself against the base of the Tower when his bodyguard, Tulnik, gave a sharp whistle.  

The bookie hurriedly arranged himself and whirled around to find a trio of Hunters walking through the courtyard. Tulnik kept his eyes on the fireteam while whispering from the side of his mouth, "You're still unzipped."

Prak'kesh scoffed. "Worry about them, not my—Alphanis-2! Good to see you!" the bookie suddenly shouted in greeting as one of the Hunters approached. "Come to put a few more engrams on tonight's matches?"

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IV - Shutdown

Crow pulled up his hood and watched as the Guardian's ship roared out of the Hangar to race after Caiatl's flagship on the way to the Scarlet Keep. He kept to the shadows as he made his way up to the H.E.L.M., pushing through the throngs in the Bazaar with an easy grace, inconspicuous even in his recognizable garb. His light movements belied the twist of guilt in his stomach: Saladin had requested him to handle recon on the mission, yet here he was, creeping instead through the Tower like a common thief. There would be consequences, of course, but he could accept that. We all have to make sacrifices, he thought. He held his breath as he opened the doors to the Psisorium. As they clicked shut behind him, he threw back his hood and allowed himself a sigh and a smile. Crow looked up at the Lucent Hive suspended in the holding tanks—not dead, but certainly not alive. The Psion sat in its chair, twitching faintly, its long fingers moving as though tracing through water. Pulses of blue energy radiate