Saladin suddenly sits up to a hunched-over position, hands on his knees in front of him. Bond of Remembrance Lore " To sharpen our senses when we return." - Armor descriptionĪ TALE FROM THE DARK AGE, PART THREE OF THREEĮfrideet stands in a burning crater, the Light of her Ghost blinking rapidly, as if to chortle, over Saladin's corpse. You can help Destinypedia by expanding it. Saladin's gilded form becomes a cannon shot, tearing holes through three layers of clouds as he rips down toward the Fallen Walker. Waves of gravel and dirt blast up behind her as she hurls the armored man off the cliffside like a javelin, their combined Arc energy singing like a drawn sword. The mountain rumbles beneath her as she steps forward. Arc energy from both Lightbearers coalesces in a roaring storm around them-Saladin's crackling, barely contained, Efrideet's flowing, guiding. He stops speaking as Efrideet grabs him by the metallic collar, pressing him over her head. His fists tighten at his sides as the air around him begins to crackle. Saladin looks down the mountainside at the tank, then to the village. Mark of Remembrance Lore " To remind the flock that they are not forgotten." - Armor descriptionĪ TALE FROM THE DARK AGE, PART TWO OF THREE
"Is there dignity in letting those people die?" When she says nothing, he turns to stare. "As if there's time." Below, the Walker begins a march across the field. "I have Light." Saladin tosses the rock in his hand and opens two palms writhing with Arc bolts. The Walker begins to unfurl its legs as the Skiff takes off, heading to the blooming eruptions of a conflict in the distance.Įfrideet grows impatient. It releases a Walker, which drops into the field like a meteor, digging deep into the gravel in front of the bunker. The two hear the roar of the Fallen Skiff before they see it tear across the sky. I thought crushing that Fallen House every week would dissuade them. Not a village." Efrideet's voice softens. "The village is called Patch Run," he says. A desolate field lies in between, burnt and charred, covered in the dead. Far below them rest a dilapidated village to the west and a makeshift bunker to the east, covered in Fallen sigils. "I'm looking for someone who can do more than use a firearm." They say you're recruiting people with the gift." "I heard you're trying to put an end to the fighting.
He turns a fist-sized rock over and over in his hands.Įfrideet continues. "You don't trust me? Are you going to make me ask again?" Efrideet ejects the last spent round from her rifle. Dreg corpses surround the two Lightbearers, framed by broken weapons and bullet shells. Saladin and Efrideet stand, the wind tearing at the cloth on their armor. Cloak of Remembrance Lore " To inspire our wards with a practiced flourish." - Armor descriptionĪ TALE FROM THE DARK AGE, PART ONE OF THREE
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