[b][i]From the journal of Toland the shattered:[/i][/b] Not much is understood about the forces of darkness arrayed against us. The Cabal, in their aggressiveness, make close study risky and imprecise. The Vex and The Hive, are arcane and inscrutable. It can't even be determined if they possess language and culture. But our closest neighbours, The Fallen, are much more familiar. Their culture and hierarchies are similar to those of ancient humans. They have royalty, priests, gods. They have language. And what we know of it disturbs me greatly. Did you know that the Fallen have no word to describe humans? No, their word for us, every one of us, is [i]Traveller.[/i] The Fallen see no difference between we humans and our great protector in the sky. It isn't hard to see why. They have seen our bodies pulled from the dust by our Ghosts. They have seen us transformed into radiant demons who burn them from the earth, decapitate their monarchs and pound their gods to scrap metal. All with the light of the traveller. The Fallen are numerous, but primitive and brutal. The strong and proud, with many arms, hold dominion over the weak. We are Traveller. And traveller has more arms than any other.