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| ===Initiating Contact=== | | ===Initiating Contact=== |
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| *'''Ghost''': Picking up Taken signals. They're on the bank! | | *'''Ghost''': Picking up Taken signals. They're on the bank! |
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| ===Heroic Event Activated===
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| *'''Drifter''': Hey, hotshot. Big nasty Taken headed your way. Keep that bank in one piece.
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| *'''Drifter''': Eh, something's jamming the signal. Ooh, you've got company. Slug it out a bit. Gonna get a frickin' wrench.
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| *'''Drifter''': Picking something up… Those are Taken signatures. You've got incoming.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': They come for the Seed. Savathûn commands great strength to wield Quria so. The Seed must survive. Fight well.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': She has found us! Drawn to the coalescing Dark. Stand fast!
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Guardian, the Taken draw power from nearby infestations of Darkness. They must not stop us now.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The witch sends a sword. Brash. Is this desperation or a show of strength?
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Savathûn… our actions have sent reverberations through her web. Prepare yourself, Guardian. This battle is not over.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Pull back your contraption. The Taken have found us!
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| *'''Drifter''': You can either start chanting or buy me a few minutes. Let Drifter work!
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| *'''Drifter''': Something big's moving in.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The Witch Queen's wretched marionette, and upon its tongue, her violent regards.
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| *'''Drifter''': Taken energy spiking.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': New growths, Guardian. They sustain this Taken monstrosity. Break them.
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| *'''Drifter''': Free and clear. Nice.
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| *'''Drifter''': Sure is a lot of bluster just to show up and want to chat. Take a tip from your ol' pal, Drifter. When someone's talking, don't watch the mouth. Ya dig?
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| *'''Drifter''': It’s no wonder those City chumps talk you up all the time. But we go way back. Might even rattle off a few boasts myself. "Yeah, I know the hero. Came up under ol' Drifter's wing running Gambit!" Ah! Roll's right off the tongue. Probably plays great with a tune.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The Pyramid on the Moon was a herald, of that I am sure. Thanks to their efforts, we will soon know more of their message.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Why have they not simply ended it? Do they fear us so little? Or, like the Seed, is our cultivation not yet complete?
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| *'''Eris Morn''': You have moved us forward. And yet, my mind rests on one thought. Why not simply press us at the City? Do they suspect such an act would awaken the Traveler? We must find answers.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The Pyramids cast wide shadows. I sometimes find myself adrift in them. Eriana would tell me: A Light can never be lost, for they are the beacons by which others find their way.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': It did not take then long to arrive once the Undying Mind was slain. They were close. Bearing witness. Perched along our borders with patient determination… and we did nothing.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Well done. Our answer draws ever nearer.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The Jovian monarch… its steady presence falters against the Pyramid; pushed away on gentle ripples. Darkness burrows into the cosmic fabric here, emanating distance and entropy. This is not a product of design. It is their nature to divide.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': The Seed wilts. Do you feel it? See it blench against grander purpose? A cost to all things, Guardian. Debts paid.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': We find ourselves one turn closer to an unveiling. The message clarifies, but one page is not enough. We will need volumes.
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| *'''Drifter''': Sharpshooting. You’re topped off. Time to scoot.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Return to us when you have intercepted another message. Savathûn cannot deny us forever.
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| *'''Drifter''': Clean up and move out.
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| *'''Eris Morn''': Well done. Savathûn's hold loosens ever so slightly.
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| ==Trivia== | | ==Trivia== |