Since we're in the spirit anyway: Night before dark below op: Bucket of tears: T'was the night before crota and all thru the hall, not a creature was stirring not even a thrall The tower was full of guardians who waited with care, in hope eris morn would soon be there. They looked on the forums and posted in threads, while visions of necrocasm danced in thier heads. Then the download came slower then feared, and then they knew the final countdown was drawing near. Soon morning came and dawn broke the light, indeed the guardians would soon begin thier new fight. They rushed to thier vault and grabbed thier gjallarhorns, doubtful thier loot would be better from eris morn. The gunsmith ammo packs ran out fast, he must have known this attention wouldn't last. Fireteam were assembled from far and wide, and they exclaimed "no longer will crota hide!" Approaching the hellmouth they did not know, what they would find in the dark below. Into rooms full of wizards and thrall galore they fought until they could fight no more. Not long after they found oryx's son, and surely they realized it was too late to run. Thier fate had been sealed they stood at the ready, with gazes toward the knight they remained steady. Crota took many forms trying all of his tricks, he could handle one guardian but not all six. At last one warrior retrieved crotas sword, and cut thru the final waves of his horde. The guardian approached the knight now on his knee, and said "this is the end, I am the last you'll see". With thier mission done and loot in hand, they returned to eris, her grin was grand. You did what I could not, I and the other five, you have destroyed a god and crippled the hive.