Turris Shade Suit
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Turris Shade Suit is a Legendary Titan armor set that was available from the Leviathan, Spire of Stars Raid Lair.
Turris Shade HelmEdit
LoreEdit
The Cabal I knew were natural leaders, with the ability to drive cultivation. That they excelled at war was the result of their gentility. Our debate chambers were glorified as much as our battlefields.
And look at us now. Who is this Valus that leads the Red Legion astray? His name already escapes me. Were if not for him, I would gladly accept them back into my fold. Perhaps I can redeem the Red Legion.
Before the Red War, the Cabal at least had their dear Dominus Ghaul.
More than ever, my empire needs me. And I need you.
A Shadow of your Guardian-tribe would serve to remind the Cabal of what they once were. Proud. Unbroken. Vicious in war. Civilized in peace. And all it would take is what you're already doing.
Continue to advance. Drive them before you. Force them to change, or die.
—Calus, Emperor of the Cabal
Turris Shade GauntletsEdit
- "Leaders. Elite infantry. Martial teachers. Your tribe would make stunning Shadows."
- — Calus, Emperor of the Cabal
LoreEdit
The Cabal I knew would have held your City, kept your Tower. "Through divine right," I would have said, before my exile to the black edge. I've since learned there is no such thing, that there is only the end. What then, was the difference? Cultivation.
Your people have not triumphed over the Cabal because of the Light. We've fought the Light before you, and though it has assured you victory thus far, there are ways to defeat it without taking it. The Red Legion have simply forgotten how.
You and your Guardian-tribe are more disciplined, enlightened. You are the greatest fighting force this system has ever seen, and yet, despite your brutish predilections, you are... cultured, elite. With few exceptions, what you take you hold. And you thrive. True, the Red Legion managed to conquer your City. But in the end, you took everything from them, and you stand firmer than ever before.
A Shadow of your Guardian-tribe would be the ideal taskmaster to train the armies of the empire. To batter them to dust before making them anew, in your broad-shouldered image.
—Calus, Emperor of the Cabal
Turris Shade PlateEdit
- "A little stronger. A more powerful stance. You are almost ready… to cast a Shadow."
- — Calus, Emperor of the Cabal
LoreEdit
The Cabal I knew understood mental fortitude. I don't speak of the psychokinetic abilities of the Psions, but the sheer force of will mustered by the foot soldiers who served me. Even my Loyalists have grown soft over the ages. We have fallen so far from enlightenment.
But when I look to your Guardian-tribe, I see glimmers of the Cabal I knew. Rushing headlong into battle, your bodies themselves weapons. Your kind dies over nothing. I've seen it.
Your deaths lack permanence, but does that make it any easier? As you're shredded alive by a warbeast, or scattered to the winds by psionic projection? Even the best of you are regularly sewn together by your Ghosts. And you persist with the same fervor every time.
A Shadow of your Guardian-tribe would be the ideal teacher to bring this selfless state of mind back to the empire. I will ensure that my Loyalists are… willing learners.
—Calus, Emperor of the Cabal
Turris Shade GreavesEdit
- "There has only ever been but a single Shadow from each people I've encountered. Yet there are so many Lights, and I have so little time..."
- — Calus, Emperor of the Cabal.
LoreEdit
The Cabal I remember were fierce hand-to-hand combatants. We learned and shared techniques from countless indoctrinated races. No longer. Red Legion training is like Red Legion weaponry—all bluster and noise. Ghaul was... acceptable. But Ghaul was special.
How we once delighted in throwing our bones into the soft tissues of our enemies. We devised ingenious ways to dance and weave to better throw them. Just like you.
Your Guardian-tribe holds the delivery of personal combat in great esteem. It's an art to you. I can tell in how you treasure each strike. You savor them. The sensation of your bones breaking bones, smashing vital organs.
Add the Light and you have a perfect expression of destruction.
The false empire will never have the Light. Not again. But a Shadow of your Guardian-tribe would be ideal to guide them, to teach them to move themselves once again. And throw their bones.
—Calus, Emperor of the Cabal
Turris Shade MarkEdit
- "This serves as a message to all false Cabal that you have served me. They won't show it, but they fear you. And they should."
- — Calus, Emperor of the Cabal
LoreEdit
You've shown the Red Legion you fly my banner. I know that when the time is right, I won't have to ask. You're on my side.
I see it when your body becomes a weapon with which you obliterate your opponents, when your knuckles become a part of your foe's countenance, when you smash them with your Light. And it is captivating. But Earth casts no Shadow. Not yet.
When you're ready, you will be magnificent. A Guardian of Guardians. Shadow of Shadows.
I reserve the right to be last when the end comes, and for that, I will need you with me.
You're so close.
—Calus, Emperor of the Cabal
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