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Edited by sinna :
8/19/2015 11:59:56 AM
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Grimoire Card: Kabr the Legionless
[i]"I am one but I am not alone.
Let whoever finds this know that light shines even where space and time and hope ends."[/i]
"The door groaned open, upset that it was woken from its timeless slumber. The Spire took full responsibility, standing resolute in its duty to send those to the ends of this reality. The Vault of Glass welcomed a fresh set of eyes to test its timeline of eternity. The Templar and his Oracles found new subjects to create and erase… fulfilling. Atheon still is, as he must be. Kabr carried with him the fate of guardians not yet written in to the fabric of destiny. His ghost shone rays of fear and curiosity, ever cautious of the Darkness. His palms were sweaty beneath his grips but his eyes... his eyes carried the light of the Traveler to a place She wished had never existed."
Interrupting, one of the students asked, "What happened to Mr. Kabr? Is he still with us, Teacher?"
"Unfortunately not. According to the legend, Kabr the Legionless fought long and hard in a place outside of time, you see.” The Teacher reached for the clock on the wall and held the second hand still.
“He fought against an evil that sought to erase us from history and extinguish our future. How long did Kabr fight students? No one knows, not even the Traveler, they say..." The Teacher was wide eyed and satisfied with the look of amazement on his students’ faces. With his wide eyed look, he could see the thoughts of confusion of a young girl crawl across her face, her eyes shining light blue beyond the flashlight's reach.
"Then how do we know of legend of Kabr, Teacher?" That look of genuine curiosity was still on her face and the Teacher was happy to paint the truth for her.
"Remember that I said Kabr fought in a place outside of where time exists? That timelessness affected him too? He eventually lost his way...” The Teacher’s face grew sullen, as if the story was getting personal, “He lost his ghost to the Vex, and he even began to lose his sanity. However, guardians make their own fate and he was determined not to lose his light without fulfilling his purpose for coming here. At the end of his sanity, Kabr took what he had learned of Vex technology and of the Light and fashioned a relic of great power: the Aegis. Kabr knew of a place before the Vex of now, and of a place after the Vex of now, just as he knew of the Vault of Glass and the Vex of now. The Relic had to power to stop them all."
The Teacher’s face grew hopeful as those of his students did too. The story was filling them with something not even the Traveler could give, "The Aegis, students, defied the Vault of Glass. Kabr said the Vault of Glass was removed from time and space and reality, and that was how he was able to wound it. Kabr made the Aegis to be something that HAD to exist in the Vault of Glass, you see? Any Vault of Glass, be it present, past, or future, had to have an Aegis just as it had to have the big, bad, AetheeooOOOOOooOOOOOoon!!" the Teacher said in a haunting voice as he raised his hands like claws, growling to the students who were rolling over and grabbing on to each other while giggles and shrieks filled the air.
"And so at the end of his life, where he held no allegiance but to the Light in his life, Kabr became deliverance for the future. Kabr gave up his life to make sure no other Guardian in the future would ever be subject to the reality the Vex wanted to create. “Guardians make their own fate” Kabr is still in the Vault of Glass, you know, students. So do not worry, Kabr the Legionless is there fighting alongside those Guardians that are close to you." He had struck a chord with some of the students who were engrossed in his story. For a moment, they were able to forget that their parents, siblings, and friends had been gone for months and years in the Vault of Glass. The Teacher could feel the air being weighed down by their heavy emotions and spoke with a quiet confidence, “Do you understand now students?” Some with their glowing eyes sending illuminated tears down their cheeks, others with their mechanical brows furled with frustration, all of the students’ faces were fixing themselves back on the Teacher. “They are winning, students. If the past is lost, we would not exist. If the future is lost, hope would be extinguished. The present is still ours. Your Guardians are winning.”
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2 RepliesI am the Speaker, friend of Guardians and agent of the Traveler. Many Guardians come before me and I help them deepen their connection to the Light and delve further into their own gifts of the Traveler. I come before you today to recognize a Guardian stronger and wiser than any I have known. He broke the House of Kell into factions by himself. He single handedly slew Crota’s child. He alone conquered the Gate Lords, forcing them to do his bidding. He was a strange man. He was called many things, and not all of them kind. Some named him Breaker, to some he was Crota’s Bane, and to others he was Lord Kabr. I myself simply called him friend. This is the story of his fall into madness… He came to me speaking of a discovery during his travels on Venus. Many Guardians patrolling there spoke of feeling an odd warping disturbance. Kabr went to investigate, and found many Vex there. They were of a variety that he had never seen, bigger and more complex than any others. He scouted them, marking their movements for weeks and learned their purpose. They were guarding something. He came to me in the Tower and told me that he would embark on a quest to discover what might be there. He said that he felt that the Traveler spoke to him, and that there was something that only he could do there. So he left. Many a time I think back and remember him standing as his ghost prepared to take him, and I wish that I had stopped him. But I remained silent. I could not interfere with the Traveler’s will. It was months before he came back. Suffice to say that I was relieved to see him. But, when he came back he was not the same. He was battered, covered in grime and blood, and for some reason seemed to be wearing armor fashioned from the body parts of Vex. I could have sworn that his eyes shone red beneath his helm as well. He told me that there was indeed something on Venus. He said that there was a place where time bent, cold with darkness, near to the point of shattering. I could tell that though his body was on the Tower, his mind was still there in that dark place. He said that Guardians would have to be sent to destroy this place, but that he must break the darkness and forge the light there first. I must tell you that I wept to see my friend in such a state, but beyond my mask nothing could be seen. I helped him in all ways that I could. I bathed him in the Light of the Traveler to heal him, and gave him a teleporter. He told me that his ghost had been devoured in the darkness, lured by the siren song of an exploding star. I had no idea how he made it to us without the ghost but I sent him back. It was the last time I saw my friend. I remember his last words to me, as he stood staring into the horizon, seeing things only he could see: “If you hear my voice again I am no longer Kabr”. He told me this, yet I sent him off because I felt that the Traveler wanted this to happen. His light forged a relic allowing guardians today to conquer the darkness, and destroy Atheon. So Guardians, know that when carrying The Aegis that he sacrificed his soul to make, Kabr walks with you. Of my eons of service to the Travler, it is the one decision I regret. Could not he spare this one soul? His greatest champion battled for him, slaying legions of the Dark, and yet he sent him off to die.
