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由Astral Centipede編輯: 5/21/2016 11:04:30 AM
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Visions of a Thanatonaut: Temple of Savathûn

[b]*I encourage other thanatonaut to share their own dreams in the comments below*[/b] While I am not the best warrior, I think I am fairly accomplished warlock: I've defeated Eliksni kells, conquered the Vault of Glass, and even slain two Hive gods in their throne worlds. Lately though, it has not been combat that grabs my interest, but instead a growing hunger for knowledge. The world is full of mysteries that I want to—NEED to—understand. I've studied the writings of respected scholars, exiled madmen, and even those of the very Hive gods I've battled in hopes of uncovering some hidden truth that connects everything into a cohesive framework. For a while now, I've felt close to something big, but the epiphany has eluded me like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces that I can't complete. Inspired by Pujari's writings on his visions of the Black Garden, I sought out a sect of thanatonauts to learn their ways. These warlocks intentionally end their lives to pierce the veil of existence and gain visions of truth before being resurrected by their ghosts. After weeks of death and rebirth (to the annoyance of my ghost), I finally saw something. [i]Avid readers of the Grimoire, especially those familiar with the Books of Sorrow will recognize many elements of my visions[/i]. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ I found myself in the dark jungles of Venus among Vex ruins, but I was observing from outside myself as a passive spectator. Perhaps this was a slightly different version of me from another timeline, or perhaps it is a me that I might yet become. I sat before an inactive Vex gate as my ghost repaired it; she said it must have been dormant for at least a few million years, and that the Vex should not notice it's reactivation. The dark quiet of night was broken by the flash and hum of the reactivated gate. The ghost turned around, and I—this other me—pulled out a Vex mind core belonging to a Sol Imminent hydra containing a set of coordinates; I'm not sure how I knew this, it might simply be the logic of a dream, but I knew these coordinates were referenced in the World's Grave that this version of me had previously deciphered. I watched myself pause and nervously stare into the gate before stepping into the portal of pulsing light, and in a flash, I emerged . . . somewhere. I felt so light that I could almost drift away; the gravity was less than a eighth of Earth's. I looked up in awe at the sight of an unfamiliar stars and saw a field of rock debris drifting in pious orbit around this dwarf world as if to worship it. There was no atmosphere, but this barren sunless world floated through the bloodred haze of a nebula enveloping this region of space. There was a single large gap in the sanguine hue; it was a pitch black circle positioned at the center of the permanent night sky, and surrounding this dark sun was a halo of bright red gas being devoured into into it's blackness. It was a singularity—a black hole. I shook as I stared in awe at this cosmic titan, and I felt a great dread threaten to swallow me whole as if orbiting the event horizon of my own madness. I pushed the fear to the back of my mind, and I focused on my goals. As a voidwalker, I could manipulate gravity well enough to adjust to this low gravity environment, and so I walked across the dark jagged peaks and hydrocarbon pools of this world in search for knowledge. Aside from the gate through which I arrived, only a few towering ruins of Vex geometry and some goblin scraps remain to even hint at a Vex attempt at transforming this world—clearly the machines have failed here, 'but why?' I heard myself think. After the equivalent of four earth days of searching, I found nothing on this cold dead world, and I decided to journey back to the Vex gate to return to the Solar system. On the fifth day I was completely lost on the path back to the gate; it was as though the terrain itself shifted to deceive me, and I was beginning to hear whispers mocking me. I feared that I was going mad, but I was terrified that I wasn't. My ghost tells me it must be the effects of Hawking radiation from the black hole affecting the circuitry of my exo brain, but her attempts to repair the supposed damage yielded no results. On the sixth day the voices grew too loud to ignore, and a singular whisper urged me to smash my ghost to pieces to devour its light. I resisted and ran aimlessly as I tried to escape the feeling of a hand upon my mind. It was on the seventh day that my panic led me a vast lake of liquid methane, and floating in it's very center was a great structure of jutting obsidian. This black tower was comprised of tall jagged monoliths joined together by a series of elaborate buttresses. The oppressive architecture was clearly of Hive origin. I glided across the lake like a skipping stone until i reached the base of the tower, and from there I continued my ascent to find a doorway to enter. There was no roof inside. I was in a large circular room filled with the skulls of great dragons arranged in it's circumference, and each skull was carved with Hive runes. I remembered myself thinking it must have been from the Hive's slaughter of the Ahamkara in the Harmony system. Is this where I was? Centered in the room is titanic statue of what looked like a wizard both unusual and menacing in its appearance—it held in its stone claws a blade that appeared small relative to the statue's size, but it was large enough to be used as a sword by a guardian. I approached the statue with a terrifying curiosity, and before my ghost could translate the runes inscribed in the stone, I felt the voices call to me again and guide my hand to the blade. "Wait, what are you doing? STOP!" My ghost yelled, but it was too late. As my fingers made contact, a layer of ash and dust slowly fell away from the blade to reveal its red hot glow, and my ghost yelled at me to run as the weapon emitted a high pitched ringing. I could no longer heed my ghost as the voices and the ringing noise drowned out all thought, and all that was left was a primal fear saturating my very being. I urgently grabbed the blade from the statue to defend myself from whatever horror I felt was with me. The runes carved on the dragon skulls burned green, and I began seeing the strange wizard comprised of white fire appear before me, and she moved through the air as if taunting me. With surgical precision, I swung of the blade and sliced through her. She vanished in smoke, and instead of her death, I saw my ghost falling down in pieces where I had just cut. All that remained of my ghost were ashes, and this was the shape of terror. As the fear of what I've done set in, I began noticing a wound begun to open from the space where I had cut, and knights of an unknown sect poured out from this wound. I watched as the very first of them diagonally cleaved my metallic body faster than I could react. I watched from outside myself as half of my upper body slid off and hit the ground with a clunk. My sensory functions were gradually starting to shut down, but it was then I recognized a set of runes spelling out [b]"Savathûn, Witch-Queen, sister of Oryx."[/b] I died with my eyes raised high beyond the statue, and the last thing I saw was the black hole suspended in the sky. This was when I woke up screaming, and I later remembered this from the Books of Sorrows: [quote]She flies her war-moons into the black hole.[/quote] ___________________________________________________________________________________________ I believe this towering temple exists to summon her back from the black hole, or perhaps it is merely an arcane means of communication between her and her priests. There were times when I wondered if this was just a dream—after all, the black hole, the dragons, and the name of this Hive god were all details I already knew from my studies on the Books of Sorrow, but it was the scar from the burning scalpel that remained seared across the shell of my ghost that convinced me of the authenticity of the vision. I hope that this dream shall never come to pass.

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  • Greetings, my fellow Guardians and Thanatonauts; I am Pokeylop, Exo Sunsinger. In light of the threats we have faced in the last year-- from Oryx and his Taken to the newfound threat of Devil Splicers-- I can understand the lack of opportunity for us to practice our craft and interpret our visions. But, for now, the storm of the Darkness has passed, and the worlds beyond the Veil wait for no-one; I, among several other Thanatonauts, have begun to seek visions once again. This was my first, experienced shortly after defeating the Archon Prime Aksis. For the first time, I have seen a vision from my own viewpoint, not as an omnipotent outsider. This also appears to be a vision of the past, pre-collapse. I seek your collective guidance in understanding its meaning. As the blinding light of the Veil fades, I find myself in a small, cubic room. The ceiling and each of the four walls are a dull blue color, glinting with each flash of the slow white strobe above us. There are no windows, and the air is exasperatingly still, leading me to believe I must be underground. The floor is patterned with tessellated shapes-- squares, rhombuses and trapeziums-- in a way that is oddly familiar. I notice, as I look down to observe the geometric floor, that my hands were not the glossy blue color I expected. They are silver and unpolished, even rusting in my elbow joints, as if they had not been used for many years. In fact, I don't look or feel like myself at all; my body looks primitive and mechanical, as if it were centuries old, and I don't feel like I'm truly in control of my own body. Before I can ponder the feeling further, I am suddenly walking forward, compelled by an unknown force, my eyes fixed on the sole object in the otherwise bare and boring room: a piece of technology I have never seen before. A hollow ring of chromed metal levitating above its base, with thin strands of metal pointing towards the center from its circumference. Atop the ring lies a control panel and, at eye level, a pair of goggles attached to the ring and panel through a thick steel cable. I try desperately to resist my movement towards this object, but in vain; it dawned on me that I had absolutely no control over my body in this vision. I begin speaking in Russian-- despite not knowing a word of the language today-- as I near the panel, although this was not through my own will; whoever, or whatever, was controlling my body spoke through me. It said, "Commencing test #37 of The Device; ring speed set to 60000 RPM, ignition radiation frequency at 1 Terra-Hertz, and active matrix capacitors from (917,64,0) to (1037,300,120)" Being a member of the Future War Cult, I understood this immediately with equal parts terror and excitement; I was about to use the fabled Device to view the future! Yet, through my studies of the mechanics and configuration of the Device, I realized that it was not a very distant future; in fact, I was viewing what was about to happen one minute from now, in another underground complex only a few kilometers from this one. I put on the goggles and, once again, someone speaks Russian through me. "Rotation activated, emitting ignition radiation in 3... 2... 1... Ignition!" Instantly, I feel a searing heat come from the device as the ring begins to spin, imperceptibly quickly. The space at the center of the ring glows a deep red, but the color soon shifts smoothly to orange, then yellow and, finally, white. The display in the goggles switches on, flashing a bright light into my ocular sensors, followed by static. After a few seconds, the image stabilizes. Through the goggles, I saw a room similar to the one in which I stood, but it is darker, and much bigger. The room is almost completely dark, except for a red glow emanating from an object in the center of the room. As my sensors readjust to the lack of light, the object’s form becomes clear: a black octahedron with a split in its middle through which the red light seeped out. It appears to be suspended in mid-air, connected only to a narrow set of stairs leading to a closed door above the middle of the object; at the bottom of the stairs, a doorway in the middle of the octahedron opens. For a moment, nothing happens. Then, suddenly, a swarm of red particles floods out of the doorway, writhing and floating like a cloud of pestilence. In the glow of the particles, the rest of the room is illuminates; red and black tendrils-- almost like sinews of flesh-- hold the octahedron in place above the chasm below it, each tendril studded irregularly with smaller black octahedrons. The particles fly around the room for a few seconds before swiftly flooding back through the doorway, into the shape in the center; the door shuts behind the cloud, sealing it within their prison. The goggles’ display switches off, and I remove them. The voice speaks through me once more: “Any new constructs? Repair to the existing ones? Anything at all?” A disembodied voice rings through the room, its Russian more disjointed and machine-like. Rasputin. “More tendrils were formed, each more structurally sound than the previously created ones. However, the walls of the chamber have suffered extensive damage; another test will not be possible until repairs are made and the chamber is fortified further with Titanium-Tungsten alloys” “Dammit”, I reply, “What hope do we have of using SIVA in populated areas when it desecrates unpopulated ones?” “It is ready. It has learned to seek perfection of everything. The walls were not strong enough, so it destroyed them.” Rasputin’s response is cold and calculated, as if he believes it was the right thing to do. “How is this ‘perfect’? How is destruction of anything moral?” “Both ‘perfect’ and ‘moral’ are very relative terms, Zarin…” My vision ended abruptly at this point; apparently I had remained dead for several days, and my Ghost had been unable to revive me before that point. I implore you all to comment on my vision, and to submit your own when you find time. Ave Luminae, Guardians.

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    • 由LeeroytheRock編輯: 7/31/2016 5:11:19 PM
      Hello, my fellow Guardians. I am Ursinius-13, Exo Warlock. My attempts to pierce The Veil were... problematic. Of the dozens of attempts, I have only seen one vision, albeit several times. ================================================================================== I found myself riding my Sparrow across the surface of Mars, full throttle and rushing through tunnels and broke buildings. My helmet's visor was cracked, and it seemed I had been fighting something. I passed through the Scablands and into King's Valley before I felt my Sparrow sputter and shake. Only then did I slow down to look back, taking notice of the blades jutting out of the engine and fuel tank. I cursed my lack of speed and jumped off as it sped off and exploded behind a dune. My Ghost came to me as I readied my scout rifle, the Cocytus. I favored it... Heavier payload then the MIDA, although much slower. 'You know we can't fight them all... Why don't we call for help?!' I growled at him, as I often did. "You think they can make it here before we get overrun? And they call me insane..." As I finished speaking, the first Knight rounded the top of the dune I had just come down. Three rounds ended his quest for my Light, but his brothers and sisters soon barreled over the shifting hill. I didn't have anything ready, my Thunderstrike and Storm Grenade still charging... But my shotgun was loaded, and I had a magazine ready for my Light Machinegun when i had the chance to load it. A magazine from the Cocytus felled around nine of them, but the Wizard who remained was strange: her chitin was a strange metallic blue, almost as if she had been crafted... like the Exo. I reloaded and started to fire again, but the rounds simply phased through her like wind through the trees. I lowered my rifle and switched to my shotgun, feeling the Storm rising in me as it should...* It felt like an eternity, that run up to the Wizard... It was like I was running on a conveyor belt, making little to no progress until I finally met with her. I jumped hard up into the air, getting within a foot of the vile Hivespawn. I finally noticed it: What appeared to be a Vex Mind Core sitting in her abdominal region, where organs sit in most lifeforms. It made for a fantastic target, my Party-Crasher shredding through it with the ease of a summer wind through a woman's hair. The creature fell with a sickening thud, barely kept together by simple metal fittings that held the Core in place. I slowly walked over to the pile of twitching arcana and fetid flesh, my servos whining as they tried to acclimate to the strain I had put them under... I must have been in the field for quite some time for that to happen. Before I could even finish my thoughts of research, I felt a familiar sting of a blade in my chest... I fell to my knees, gripping the blade before it was ripped from it's place. A large Knight, bearing the same Core-like structure and metallic Chitin, walked around me and looked down at the Wizard. 'She was my mate... and now I will make a Temple to Xivu Arath with your metal corpse!' He decapitated me, and as my ocular functions slowly ceased, I saw the Tomb Ships cutting through the hot Martian air and into reality. ================================================================================= As my fellow Warlock Kagehoshi stated, I do not wish for this vision to become a reality here, in this strand of time and space... But if it does, I will be as prepared as I can be. I hope the rest of you do the same. Traveler's Grace, and Ave Luminae. *I follow the path of the Stormcaller, if it wasn't evident. Although my ability to channel The Storm is rather new, and I haven't been able to charge it like most others do.

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    • Hello. I am Belekin Valxama, Awoken Warlock. I have not practiced the ways of being a thanatonaut before, but reading upon their experiences such as yours, I am interested, and figured I'd practice for myself. I jumped off the side of the Tower to a death, and this is what I saw when I awoke somewhere beyond consciousness, beyond the Veil: — I awoke back on the Tower, in its plaza. I looked around. Everything the Tower was made up of was identical to the previous reality I died from, except for Guardians. There were only guns and swords. Many of them. Behind the stand at which the Cryptarch, Master Rahool, previously stood was now the Ace of Spades, and it spoke to the Fabian Strategy and the Tlaloc. Behind the stand at which the Gunsmith, Banshee-44, previously stood was now the Gjallarhorn, and dozens of lesser firearms crowded around it. At Eva Lavonte's booth was the Universal Remote, and the Fourth Horseman and the Hawkmoon and the Monte Carlo bartered with it. The Suros Regime and the Thunderlord went down into the Vanguard Hall together, bickering. I then turned round to gaze up at the Traveler behind me. It was purple, shining in the sunlight with a rubbery complexion, and everyone hung from it by strings like ornaments. Humans, Fallen, Hive, Vex, Cabal, some bird folks, moth folks, and other folks. All hanging limply from the great purple orb above them. "I suggest you bug off, mate." a disgusted voice said beside me. I turned to see the Super Good Advice standing next to me, the Jade Rabbit and the MIDA Multitool beside it. "Are you talking to me?" I said, but had no voice. "Silly man. You should know you can't talk in your dreams. You don't deserve to." the Super Good Advice continued, "MIDA, show this bloke where he should go." The MIDA Multitool came in front of me now, and flipped open its electronic compass at its side. It pointed... north. I looked to the north, and I only saw stars speckling the black void of night. "Go where MIDA says if you don't wanna end up like those chums hanging from the ball." the Super Good Advice advised me, gesturing towards space. "Fāxiàn shénme méiyǒu rén miànqián!" the Jade Rabbit spoke up to me with a chipper tone. So I took the advice and went north into the stars, the Dark-Drinker and the Raze-Lighter and the Bolt-Caster laughing at me as I went. I went like I'd never went before. Celestial bodies soared past me and I soared past them. Colors foreign to the spectrum filled my vision, and I felt ecstasy, and I was going faster than the speed of light, and then I stopped abruptly in front of myself. My reflection was colored negatively to myself, and it hovered in front of the Darkness eternal. I went away and back to Earth, and when I came back to the Tower, there was only thunder and fire. — My Ghost revived me then. He asked me what I saw, and I told him that I saw everything as it was now.

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      • 由BraveKinkajou14編輯: 5/21/2016 7:42:12 PM
        Hello. My name is Rei-8. I have been asked to share share some of my visions with you today. I know not the meaning of this vision, but I have made some guesses. ========================= Darkness. I had just thrown myself off a cliff overlooking a beautiful vista on Mars. The black fades to gray and I am walking on a black stone floor. The mist around me swirls and parts. I am suddenly floating above the guardians that killed Oryx. I see them detonate black orbs. White. Oryx has fallen off the air of the arena. He rises up in a last-ditch attempt to end the guardians. Boom. Oryx is dead. I feel a vibration, a resonate energy being dispelled. I look over and see a figure of a guardian floating alongside me. He is made of a green mist. Toland. But I am not interested in that. The energy. I feel it in every molecule of my ethereal existence. It is a call. A plea. An invitation to the strongest to take Oryx's place. I dimly hear Toland saying something angrily as the guardians warp away. But the call. It is undeniable. I feel it sweeping across the universe. Suddenly my vision is a kaleidoscope of figures. Thousands of ascendents have felt it. But two are most prevalent. A knight. Strong. Powerful. Bloodthirsty. She has felt the call. A Wizard. Cunning. Wicked. Cruel. She has already heeded the call. The knight prepares her legions. The wizard, her brood. They are now the only two I see. It is now a race. My visions blurs and am standing on an icy moon. In front of me is a tower. It flickers and turns into a pit, similar to the Hellmouth. It flickers again back to a tower. It turns into a wizard. But the wizard flickers into a knight. My mind is incapable of any thoughts other than one, being whispered in my ear. Who will arrive first? ========================= Please do tell what you gather out of this.

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        • Reminds me of The Shores of Time.

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        • I really like these posts, and I definitely see Savathun showing up soon.

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        • Nice!

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        • My priests shall summon me back through the next DLC's paywall by throwing money at the black hole.

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          • The rise of Savathûn is nigh!

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            • Savathun uses trickery and cunning to make people read threads about her.

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            • Any other thanatonauts experience visions to share?

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            • Don't do drugs kids

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            • Bump

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            • Bump

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            • Awesome! You should make your own tag to keep track of all your work

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              • Ggs

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                • Alright. Gonna comment now so I can see l8r

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