So, due to how bungie's auto ban bot works, it bans accounts who use certain words; unfortunately one of those words is said in the lore which i used in the original version of this post. Also i can't edit/add to that post so i'm just gonna retell it here. Anyways please enjoy: The Iron Lords. A staple of humanity's growth during the Dark Age and early City Age. Remembered as the first of the Guardians; and the best of us. So we honour their story today; How they rose; fell, and how they were honoured in legacy. So we start with the first four Guardians. Saladin Forge, a man honour bound to hold the ideals of the people and their protection in the highest regard. Jolder, a woman of grand compassion, and even grander strength. Perun, a woman whose tactics in battle showed the Iron Lords endless victory. And finally, Lord Radegast, the first; the man who stood up in stoic defiance of evil, and brought hope to a new generation of humanity. Lord Radegast: [quote]It was Perun, of course, who asked the question. "What are we?" No judgment. No reproach. Still, Radegast could feel their doubt. He turned upwards, and his eyes settled on the massive span that supported the hall. His eyes shone as he turned back to his fellows. "We will be what the people need us to be. We will be guardians. We will be protectors. We will hold the last of us together." His voice rang out across the still valley. "Our days of hiding are ended. Say it now, each of you. Who among the other bearers do you trust? Who can be counted on to ride with us?" "Bretomart,” said Jolder. "Deidris," said Perun. "I trust only you, Radegast," said Saladin, and their leader scowled in response. "What are you saying? What are we?" Perun asked again. Radegast smiled. "We will gather those you trust. We will not wait for this"—he gestured around him— "to force our hand. We will ride against those that would use the Light against our own. Humanity must have protectors. Like the knights of old." Around them, the dust swirled in the air. Shafts of sunlight coalesced in long slanted bars as the sun dipped towards the horizon. "Are you with me? Will you stand with me— as Iron Lords?" In the waning light, their answers rang like thunder on the air.[/quote] From here, their ranks grew. Hundreds of Risen joined their ranks. Silimar, Ghealeon, Timur, Skorri, Felwinter: [quote]Long before the last of the Iron Lords descended into the Plaguelands, this peak was the domain of one of their own, Lord Felwinter. His maps and outposts show the risen Exo roamed free from the Aral Seas to an eastern border known as Citan’s Ridge (Open Citan 01-A, Citan’s Ridge 01-A) before taking the Oath. There is no evidence of human enclaves or encampments within this area, nor survivors within the Cosmodrome walls, but extensive one-way audio recordings with an unknown entity survive (open Felwinter 9-C; open Rasputin 62-G; scan for possible links). A chance meeting with Lord Timur in the Mothyards led to Timur’s first reports on the promises of SIVA. Felwinter’s conscription into the ranks and the raising of the Iron Temple commenced shortly thereafter.[/quote] and Lady Efrideet. Bond of Remembrance: [quote]Saladin sits back at that. He grasps a large rock in his hand, focuses on it. "I could use someone with your drive. Your moral compass. The dragon inside you is fierce." "What if I've changed my mind? Will I get to throw you again?" "No." "Then no." The rock in his hand shatters into dust as his fist spasms. "I suppose we may run out of ammo again," he concedes through gritted teeth. "Meet us out at Dwindler's Ridge." "How many of you are there?" Saladin smirks. "A few."[/quote] And thus, with the Iron Lords in stature, they waged many battles, and gained countless victories for humanity in the Dark and early City Age. Here are but a few of their victories. When Jolder fought Rience's representatives for control of the land, Lady Jolder: [quote]Jolder smiled. "Tell Rience he can send two. Otherwise—" Jolder finished the line of kohl with a flick of her wrist, leaving a sharp black wing at the corner of her eye. "My battle-paint will be for nothing." Perun chuckled drily, without smiling. "Not the best tactical move." "But it'd be more fun." Perun grunted. Jolder arched her brow, her right eye half-painted, and looked over the shield rim at Perun. "What are you thinking?" Perun ran a hand through her close-cropped hair. "Don’t know yet. Seems... too easy. I were Rience, I'd be thinking about poison, neurojammers... Man like him with nothing to lose, might even target your Ghost." "Perun." Jolder took the shield from Perun's arms and placed a gauntleted hand on Perun's shoulder. Her eyes flashed between lines of thick black kohl as she smiled. “It’s me.” Perun sighed, then placed her hand over Jolder's. "True.” Jolder slung her shield across her back, tucked her helmet under her arm, and hefted her enormous battle-axe casually over one armored shoulder. In her full battle harness, she towered over Perun, the plates of her gold-and-white armor gleaming in the dim light. "All right," Jolder smiled. "I'm ready."[/quote] When Felwinter took Warlord Citan's kingdom by force and skill, Lord Felwinter: [quote]“Join us and find out,” said the Iron Lord. “Turn your sector over to us. You can still patrol it, of course.” Citan’s voice lowered. “Of course. You know I’ll refuse.” “Then we’ll put you down, and take your territory by force. Over and over again if we have to.” “I invite you to my home after you abandon us, and you come to threaten me?” The Warlord stood, towering over Felwinter. “To broker peace.” Citan thought that even the voice behind the helmet didn’t believe what it said. The floor shuddered as the Warlord upended the massive table with one hand. It smashed into the opposite wall, as tendrils of Void Light passed through it and coalesced into Felwinter’s leaping form. Citan had seen this parlor trick before, and judged that he could hammer the Iron Lord out of the air— But Felwinter’s momentum continued into a knee-lift that smashed into Citan’s head as the larger man reared back to strike. The Warlord fell, the front of his helm shattering. Felwinter landed next to Citan’s prone body. “Lady Jolder taught me that. I can’t say the Iron Lords haven’t done me any favors,” the voice intoned. “You know we’ll burn the world down before we let the Iron Lords rule it,” the larger man gasped, breathing out of his mouth, his face a bloody mess. The Void Light in Felwinter’s hand snapped—and so did the Warlord’s neck. “Radegast is scattered. Perun is indecisive. Silimar wants to build a tower and hide. But they’re going to change the world; no one can stop them,” Felwinter said quietly to the corpse. He parted his coat and drew a bronze shotgun. “Will it be for the better? I don’t know. But they mean to end the fighting, so I don’t have to sleep with my back to the wall every night, Light in my hand. And that’s not nothing.” He paused, as if waiting for something. “Normally, this is where I ask you to reconsider. Tell you that you should come with me. See how powerful your Light can become. But I know you, Citan. What you do with the land you take, with its people. The other Lords—especially Saladin—might let you walk away. I’m not going to give them the chance.” Citan’s Ghost sparked into view from above, bringing its eye to bear on its fallen charge. The Warlord emerged from a radiant column, a frenzied shout at his lips. Felwinter’s shotgun cracked like thunder—once for the Warlord, and again for his Ghost.[/quote]