In the aftermath of the tower’s destruction, a book lies amidst the rubble of the wall in which it had long been concealed, its existence unknown to all but the long deceased Guardian by whom it was written. The old journal rests open, its pages telling a strange tale. [quote]Under the shadow of a Great Machine, a young Eliksni would be born, destined to forge a legend like no other. As he aged, he grew strong and wise, a Vandal like no other before him. He would spend his days studying and learning, and would one day uncover a dark truth of the universe. With this newfound knowledge, he preached abandonment of the Great Machine, but his words were a heresy. Deemed lower than a Dreg, he was sentenced to docking of all four of his arms. But lo, they could not dock them! Locked on a skiff, he would be banished to the galaxy, left to be starved of Ether. And he studied and learned. And so his skiff came upon the warship of a mighty empire, and with his knowledge he snuck aboard and sought to take the ship. And the empire fought back, blinded by visions of galactic conquest. But lo, the empire could not conquer him! Spurred by the truth, he took their warship and sought his own path in exile. And he studied and learned. And the Vandal’s warship would be confronted by an incredible vessel, and he sought to board it and learn its secrets. And with powers gleaned from the empire’s slaves, he would crush the Krill inhabitants. And in time he would find himself in the presence of the Taken King, but lo, the Taken King could not Take him! And the Taken King took an interest and would teach the Vandal. And he studied and learned. And the Vandal would abandon the King and steal a blade and use it to cut a hole. In the hole he would find a timeless garden cared for by machines. And he fought the machines, and the machines would build a mind tasked with his erasure. But lo the mind could not erase him! And the Vandal fought to a mighty plateau, where he finally rested. And he studied and learned. And the Vandal was satisfied, so he would construct a throne on that plateau and from their realm he would rip those of corrupted will to guard it. But his efforts would not go unnoticed, and a great Deep would soon seek audience. And lo, the Deep could speak with him. “Young Spider, you have attained a might greater than any creature and carved a path unlike any other. Seek with us an alliance and you will never hunger again. Seek alliance with us and we will grant you new form.” “I agree to your alliance, but my form will not be altered. With this body I have achieved the impossible and with it I will continue.” “Then come, oh equal of mine, speak your name and together we will darken the Sky!” And so the Vandal would speak, and the galaxy itself would tremble in fear. “I am Randal!”[/quote] Aesir-7, Mad Prophet of the Vandal [spoiler]and this is what happens when I get bored at work[/spoiler]