Some more stuff to add, not necessarily about Rasputin but the Nine. Taken from Grimoire-->Places-->Ghost Fragment:The Dark Ages 2 If you dont have the card I posted the text below and heres a link http://destiny.gamepedia.com/Ghost_Fragment:_The_Dark_Age_2 Jaren Ward was one of the first humans to appear after the Darkness attacked, and became one of the first guardians I believe. He was harassed by Magistrate Loken and had [b]9[/b] guns aimed at him. After this encounter where Jaren kills Loken, the 9 gunmen behind him lowered their weapons, maybe out of respect or the fact they never wanted to kill him to begin with and just following orders. Oh yeah, 3 classes x 3 subclasses (eventually) = 9 total "distinct" guardian types = 9 gunmen Xur also mutters things that seem to connect him to "our world" and suggest he used to be like us (guardians). "Some of these cells in this body began on this world, so strange to return." "These inner worlds are very strange." (There is another card that depicts our world as just a speck of dust in a box, being held by someone pondering why they were given this box and what it means) "Items belong to the Nine not me." (The items are from the 9 different gunmen originally aiming at Jaren?) "The pull of the outer worlds is so faint here, the sun is so heavy." "Some of these bodies ancestors were born on this world, but we were greatly changed to live in the outer worlds." (Our world is an inner world? Inside of what? And what lies outside then?) "Your traveler has a dark mirror." (Will there always be Darkness as long as the Traveler exists?) ----Xur quotes courtesy of MyGunKicks (http://www.reddit.com/r/DestinyTheGame/comments/2gvivo/xur_agent_of_the_nine_quotesdiscussion/) CARD TEXT Loken's men found Jaren Ward in the courtyard where this had all began. Nine guns trained on him. Nine cold hearts awaiting the order. Magistrate Loken, standing behind them, looked pleased with himself. Jaren Ward stood in silence. His Ghost peeked out over his shoulder. Loken took in the crowd before stepping forward, as if to claim the ground - his ground. "You question me?" There was venom in his words. "This is not your home." I remember Loken's gestures here. Making a show of it all. Everyone else was still. Quiet. I tugged at my father's sleeve, but he just tightened his grip on my shoulder to the point pain. His way of letting me know that this was not the time. I'd watched Jaren's every move over the past months, mapping his effortless gestures and slight, earned mannerisms. I'd never seen anything like him. He was something I couldn't comprehend, and yet I felt I understood all I needed the moment I'd seen him. He was more than us. Not better. Not superior. Just more. I wanted father to stop what was happening. Looking back now, I realize that he didn't want to stop it. No one d id. As Loken belittled Jaren Ward, taunted him, enumerated his crimes and sins, my eyes were stuck on Jaren's pistol, fixed to his hip. His steady hand resting calmly on his belt. I remembered the pistol's weight. Effortless. And my concern faded. I understood. "This is our town! My town!" Loken was shouting now. He was going to make a show of Jaren - teach the people of Palamon a lesson in obedience. Jaren spoke: clear, calm. "Not anymore." Loken laughed dismissively. He had nine guns on his side. "Those gonna be your last words then, boy?" The movement was a flash: quick as chain lightning. Jaren Ward spoke as he moved. "Yours. Not mine." Smoke trailed from Jaren's revolver. Loken hit the ground. A dark hole in his forehead. Eyes staring into eternity. Jaren stared down the nine guns trained on him. One by one, they lowered their aim. And the rest of my life began - where, in a few short years, so many others would be ended