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Part 6 of Destiny and other Archives stories
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2024-06-01
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2025-11-01
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Tablets of Ruin

Summary:

Imagine a world of Darkness, where the Light is on the verge of extinction...

Imagine, rather, an alternate version of Destiny where Oryx, the Taken King, arrives much, much earlier without regard for time or storyline progression and just simply Takes everything. Everything.

Welcome to a world without Light.

Notes:

These little Grimoire cards were all created by me in late 2016 after Rise of Iron's release. Every named Destiny enemy, with the exception of Hive characters, Craask, and the three original Psion Flayers of the Dust Palace, has a card attached to them. Eramis has been renamed to Veekris. If this series is familiar to you, yes, you have read this before on Fanfiction-dot-net.

I did not write any for Rise of Iron characters because (1) I did not want to go through that again, (2) I was unable to play the game, and (3) it would have been redundant. Not only that, but I disliked Rise of Iron on a fundamental level after spending so much time absorbed in TTK. It felt like a step back to House of Wolves. Fallen fatigue, as it were.

Because all of this pre-dates Destiny 2 and every associated release since then, DO NOT assume anything from Destiny 2, its lore or otherwise, will show up here. It simply did not exist at the time when I first wrote these eight years ago, and the content has not changed since that time.

Chapter 1: Taken Ogre

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Taken Ogre

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You are an Ogre. Born of pain and suffering. Devoured by anger and vexation. You are tasked as a mobile siege engine of the mighty Hive broods.

You have been taken.

Rest, now. Feel the pleasure of release, of true freedom. Sniff, smell the sweet air. Taste, the fresh water upon your scarred snout.

What goad drives you? What lash forces you on?

Your makers are what force you on. The Wizards of the Hive. Selected from one of many Thrall, grown into a massive weapon of utter destruction, to visit fear and terror upon your enemy. That is your design, what you were shaped by.

Why not be your own master?

There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [I will lead].

Take up the knife. Lead the charge. Take your new shape.

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