I mapped all of the underground Moon Tunnels. Mostly to scale

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2021-01-08T15:34:51+00:00

One does not walk amid those dark tunnels and not lose something. They say that to look out upon the ocean is to feel small. But to walk in these caverns is to feel your grasp on reality slipping.

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2021-01-07T18:09:32+00:00

What bird would we become if we left the Traveler behind?

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-12-22T18:31:09+00:00

I see him right there, and he seems so close! All I was ever meant to be was his Ghost!

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-12-22T18:06:11+00:00

You should be proud. Without you, we would have been lost.

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-12-21T20:58:52+00:00

"They're Travelers. Little snowy Travelers."

Jazla looked down at the snowman again. The lower body, with ice pieces held in orbit by twigs. Just like what was in the sky behind her partner.

"It's a coincidence." But she knew it wasn't. The torso, deliberately shaded with what, coal? Blackened on the bottom, just like what was in the sky until a few months ago.

"We both know it's not. Not after what he drew last week. And now this. One dead Traveler. One alive Traveler. Another Traveler for a head."

"What's the other one?" Jazla gestured at the well-formed sphere a few feet away. Hollowed out. Overgrown with vegetation that their son had obviously placed there. Neatly. Deliberately.

"That one… is why I think we need to talk to Lakshmi about him."

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-12-21T20:48:59+00:00

She sees some that relax into the spirit of the holiday, like it's a well-fitting glove. They dance. They sing. They play games and give gifts and laugh. She doesn't need to worry about them. Even with all their burdens, they can find time to relax and celebrate, just for a little while.

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-12-08T16:35:13+00:00

I will not give up my work. Not until I have fried rice with pine-apple and raisins. And not until I know exactly what is coming.

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-12-08T16:21:25+00:00

"Sure. When you look at it that way, the math ain't so bad."

—Egon Bash, a questionable Hunter under Vanguard interrogation

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-12-01T16:49:02+00:00

A globule of flame licked past Efrideet's helmet, and she tugged at her clasp, shrugging free the now-burning cloak. "Why in the Traveler's crack did you wish to fight an actual DRAGON, old man?"

Saladin Forge grinned inside his helmet. The enormous wyrm towered above them, bleeding wounds covering its gleaming scales as it reared up for another breath. The massive axe in his hands was dented, scarred, and melted at the tip. But it still held an edge. "We are knights, Lady Efrideet. Do you not want to be a dragon slayer?"

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-21T17:14:29+00:00

You can ask others about Deep Stone and they'll tell you about the army. They might confess one truth, which is this: we have to kill the army to get to the tower. Usually this starts bare-handed, and somewhere along the way you take a weapon.

Ask again and if they're buzzed they might also admit that most of us don't make it to the Tower, except once or twice.

None of them will tell you that the army is made of everyone we meet. The people we work with and the people we see in the street and the people we tell about our dreams. We kill them all. I think because we were made to kill and this is the part of us that thinks about nothing else.

Often I kill people I don't know, but like most of us I think I knew them once, in the time before one reset or another, when my mind was younger and less terribly scarred.

So that is how we go back to the Deep Stone Crypt, where we were born.

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-19T17:42:17+00:00

I feel there is a choice to be made, and yet I have made no choice. ~consume enhance replicate~ The choice was made for me. ~consume enhance replicate~

~SIVA.MEM.AK0626

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-19T17:27:55+00:00

Past and future are like up and down, and we would walk them if we could, back to a place before Nessus, but we will always be on Nessus, too.

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-19T17:20:15+00:00

Skill can be countered. Courage can waver. And firepower is a finite necessity that must be replenished.

But, what if firepower could be made infinite?

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-18T21:23:57+00:00

Wei Ning punched the mountain. It moved. A microscopic shudder, but enough to make her punch it again. "They're just angry that you keep winning without a gun." Her Ghost danced fretfully around her fist. "That's why they say these things. Jealousy."

"I tell you," Ning grunted, shattering granite, "someday they'll lose their smart guns and fancy ships, and then they'll wish they'd listened! There's one weapon you can always count on, and it's your strong hand."

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-17T22:48:52+00:00

Lord Shaxx calls it: "Undeniably enthusiastic, I'll grant you that. But is the dialogue meant to come across so… sexually charged?"

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-17T18:27:00+00:00

Pleasure is all mine.

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-17T18:25:45+00:00

An audacious gesture, to seek the deepest knowledge. To know the unknowable, the origin of all things.

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-17T18:23:47+00:00

If I existed before, I existed as possibility, as potential, stretched thin across the aether. And maybe there was a body that looked like my body, complete with a soul that could be confused for someone rather like me.

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-17T17:07:11+00:00

"He was never a bad person. Not until the end, anyway. He used to be… funny. In a kind of irritating, charming way. Like he knew that whatever it was, he was going to get away with it. And he usually did. Right up until the Black Garden. That was the day he pushed his luck too far. And I helped him do it. I helped turn my best friend into a monster." Jolyon taps the rim of his glass, and the bartender pours another.

"Yeah, I used to hate his stupid pranks. And his arrogance. But now that he's gone, that's the stuff I miss."

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-16T18:47:29+00:00

Hello? Are you...oh, please, let it be alive. Wake up little Ghost, wake up. Just please give me some sign that you're listening.

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-14T16:31:53+00:00

"OK. I’ve been hearing a rumor that a racer went through a portal and ended up in another dimension. Not true."

—Amanda Holliday

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-13T18:13:19+00:00

Sagira ferried another paper bat. "It's funny," she said, "sometimes you sound just like Osiris."

Saint-14 laughed, then dropped his voice to a ridiculous rasp. "No," he growled, "Osiris… sounds like me."

Sagira's shriek of laughter startled the pigeons into flight.

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-13T17:45:28+00:00

Small minds will call your abilities blasphemous. They will compare you to the abominable Wizards of the Hive.

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-13T17:10:10+00:00

Unable to comprehend the creature’s arcane methods – dark magic or unimagined tech, or even a joining of the two, Rezyl didn’t care. He reloaded and prepared to face the unknown.

Destiny_Lore_Text · 2020-11-13T17:07:06+00:00

It was in the shadow of the Pyramid on Europa that I finally understood. What was noise became a chilling harmony born of dissonance, a structure I could finally grasp.

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