Let's get creative and post your own Ghost Fragments about your character below!
Here is what I'd like my Ghost Fragment to say (I warn you, it's a long one):
[b]Legend: Rossie[/b]
[spoiler]It is dark, so dark.
I cannot see my Guardian. I can faintly hear the shots from his handcannon and the whistle of his bow in the distance. These are the only sounds to be heard at all.
He is desparate, he has lost me in these black, jagged caves. My Light is starting to fade and so I will begin to erase the all of the data I have collected over the many years I spent with him. I recount what brought us here, to the moon:
*Some time earlier*
[i]Zavala: Guardian, Cayde's scouts have picked up some strange Hive activity on the moon. I want you to go the centre of it and deal with them before they become an issue. I've transmitted the details to your Ghost. Good luck out there.
*upon arrival to Luna*
Eris: I sense something, the churning hellmouth has now fallen silent. Strange...
Something is happening. Find the source.
*at the gates of Temple of Crota*
Cayde: Guardian stop, you need to get out! The Hive are planning an ambu-
(radio crackling)
Ghost: Radios gone, we've lost them. What do you want to do?
Guardian: I don't like this. Somethings off. Let's get back to the ship. *A single roar is heard before everything turns black*[/i]
I rise to be separated from my Guardian in a dark, unmapped area of the Hellmouth hearing only faint gunfire and silence.
The seconds fly by and soon he has fallen silent. I am alone in the dark abyss of the Hellmouth where the shadows have eyes and the ground has teeth.
Then I begin to hear something far away. Almost a whisper in the night. The Hive are here and they are watching me. I try to find a path, something to lead me to outside but all I see is nothingness.
The whispers is louder now. I can begin to determine what the sound is. They are chanting quietly in the distance in some form of ritual. The same single word over and over. I begin to see a light as I move toward the chanting.
I can see him. But he is limp, and out of my reach. The Hive are in circle around his lifeless corpse, chanting and chanting with their hands risen, almost in gratitude.
They are larger the normal acolytes and knights found on the moon. They have broader shoulders with peculiar green energy spilling off them like mist. Their eyes are black and empty like the Darkness, instead of the green glow they usually have.
I try to reach him but I'm forced back by an unyielding power which blocks my quickly fading Light.
Their chanting grows louder and louder until an explosion of Darkness erupts from the body of the once Light filled Guardian I traveled with for so long. The mass of Darkness is writhing as I hide behind a rock, not daring to look. The Hive chanting now turns to screeching and roars as the ball of Dark takes its shape.
In a deep, low thundering voice the being roars "THERE IS LIGHT HERE, SHOW YOURSELF!"
I am propelled against my will out from behind the rock to face the creature. It's Darkness fills the whole room. Only a faint outline can be seen of it. It sees me and thunders:
"LIGHT, I AM NOKRIS! AND I AM THE HERALD OF YOUR END!"
*Loud thunderous noises before unending silence*
- End of fragment.[/spoiler]
What do ya think? What's yours? Let me know!
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Edited by Got any pizza: 5/24/2016 1:34:38 AMGhost fragment: death of a tainted wolf. [spoiler] They have come in droves. The house of false Kings is in the act of proclaiming their right to their crown, our light. The nameless one, my guardian, had gone with the Iron Lords of numbers 12 to dispute the claim. Only he remains now. Nulrliks prime, Ward of the Kell of Kings, has halted our advance. It sends wave after wave of Eliksni and bombardment in equal measure, the nameless one holding ground where ground was scarce. Battered and beaten, his visor constricting his view, he knelt before me, perhaps in prayer, perhaps in fatigue. He removed his helmet to reveal the dented metallic sheets that were once a face of care, and without word nor warning, it hardened in determination. I knew what he thought, but I feared it all the same. His eyes locked on me as he drew from his pouch a single scrap of each Iron Lords mark, cape, and bond. 12 memorials to the fallen, each handed to me. The nameless one then made my fear a reality, he handed a scrap of his own cloak to me, deliberate and unflinching. The last moment I saw of his life, was as he stood upon the prime servitor, the cloak he wore of Ana Bray's wolf blackened in soot and the void, his gun lying at his side, pulsing with death, and a hole through his chest. He looked down and smiled, not of his death, but of the hope he had forged from nothing. He died, so you may not Guardian. So the servitor would come screaming into the void after him [/spoiler]