The sky was darkening but there was still some sun left in the sky leaving a strange orange color like Venus's sky's although it was much darker. There seemed to be volcanic ash in the air. Diamedes was in the tower with many other guardians that all looked afraid of something. Diamedes looked back up at the sky and saw the horror. Thousands of hive ships where attacking the tower and the Traveler was crumbling. Knights, Wizards, and ogres dropped from the ships and landed amidst the guardians. One by one the guardians were slaughtered, they were no match for the darkness. Diamedes and five others retreated toward the back of the tower to make their last stand but on their way they saw zavala, Ikora, and Cayde mounted on large spikes. The bodies were motionless and it was clear they were dead. All of a sudden up in the sky, Oryx appeared and behind him a large black cloud, presumably the darkness, surrounded the six guardians, Oryx laughed then a blinding flash killed them all. "Wake up!" Diamedes awoke in a hospital in the city sweating from the nightmare he had his Ghost beside him. "What the hell was that?" "A nightmare obviously but judging from how fast your heart was beating it must've been really horrible" Diamedes pondered over the nightmare he had for a few moment before talking again. "How am I alive, I'm pretty sure that knight had killed me" "I managed to take you to orbit from the moon and we got here in time, if I'd have taken any longer you would've died" "Although your leg was badly injured they managed to save it and you might be able to walk on it again but your arm... Well losing an arm suck but luckily we got you a fully functional robotic arm." Diamedes lifted his left arm moving it in various motions testing it out. "Well at least it's symmetrical to my right" "You're happy about it?" "Well I know it sucks losing an arm but I got a robot arm now which is cooler and I could be reckless with it, I could shoulder charge Valus Ta'aurc's balls of steel without breaking my hand now not to mention I could use it as shield. It's strong enough right?" "Of course it's made of the strongest metals our solar system has to offer" "Ghost can you fetch me my sword it needs a good sharpening after that fight" "Sure thing" Ghosts spawns in Diamedes sword and he begins sharpening it. "Thanks Ghost, for everything the sword getting the hell out of there and for being a friend. I don't have many friends yet you're always there motivating me to go on." "Your welcome, it's my pleasure." Diamedes focuses his attention on the sword again sharpening away. (Open)

The massive steel beam groaning from the intense winds. It was shocking to think that this structure was still standing after nearly 500 years. But its days of supporting colony ships were over. Once this one beam was strong enough to support a hundred tons, now it was struggling under just his weight. The wind felt good. He ran his hand through his hair and breathed in the scent of the Cosmodrome. Rust, Fallen, and ash. That basically summed up this graveyard. Jonathan Macleod, once one of the greatest Stormcallers the City had to offer, stared out at the horizon. His robes were singed by centuries of combat. It might be possible to repair them to their original beauty, but that's only if someone could remember what they looked like. His hair was now showing signs of age, gray hairs began to appear around his crown and starch white hairs near his hairline. The gray was from his immortality waining and the white was from the horrors he survived. His previously magnificent armor was from the Iron Banners of long past. They might now be considered relics of a distant past. But he didn't care. They stopped bullets. That's all they needed to do. He took out his Ghost and was immediately filled with a deep sadness. The once striking shell, sewn from pure Light, was now a crystalline black. The eye was closed and she was silent. "Averlia..." She wasn't dead. But old. Maybe too old. He was sitting in his home, arguing with her as usual, when suddenly she fell to the ground. She hasn't spoken since. There was no trigger, no massive distortion he felt in the universe. His Light was strong and his will stronger, but Averlia was not well. How long did Ghosts last anyways? You would think much longer than a Guardian, but maybe not. Guardians lost Ghosts and Ghosts lost Guardians. Because of this, no one was alone. The Tower was almost always able able to pair up two survivors. And were eager to do so. But they wouldn't help him. No one could now. None of his friends knew enough about the Light to help. He clenched the sleeping Ghost tightly and gritted his teeth. Tears began streaming down his face and he screamed into the Cosmodrome. He screamed the screams of a survivor. And he kept going until his voice was hoarse. The wind dried his tears and swallowed his screams. You would expect this a couple thousand feet up. Eventually he tired and sat down again. He could hear the steel groan and complain from his shifting but it couldn't be helped. He stowed the sleeping Ghost and took out a piece of Fallen technology. It had no discernible function until he clicked a button on its side and spoke into it. "Spoke" is a strong word. To someone who didn't know, it sounded like a series of chattering and growling. It was the only way a human could speak the Elinski tongue. After a few minutes a voice responded and it was most certainly a true Elinski. After it had finished chattering he clicked the button again and spoke into it again. Then he rose and began his decent off of the huge tower of rust and ruin. He made it down to ground level and waited at the beach. The cool air felt good and soon he found himself sitting, his eyes closed and his mind drifting as he meditated. Between this and his occasional vents he managed to remain sane all this time. A few Guardians appeared on his helmet's HUD but none came to investigate him. But it was only a matter of time. A Guardian not moving for an extended period of time was seen as a bad thing generally. And eventually his helmet would sent of a signal to any nearby Guardians to come check on him. His Ghost previously intercepted those signals but in her current state she was unable. John was not thinking about this. It had been so long he had forgotten... [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

*sigh*"Of course, some idiotic guardian follows me into the Hellmouth and gets severely injured, and in the one to blame. I never asked him to come with me. But now the Vanguard won't let me out of the tower. My ship is still in the hanger with my weapons inside, I could make it before they catch me. Maybe." "Ok, I'm gonna make a break for my ship. No one is looking. 3....2.....1 NOW." (Open)

As I sit on a rock, I think to myself [i]'These people should go to a roleplaying forum'.[/i]

After Eclipse's escape from the tower due to a helping hand from hive sword bearers and an unknown voice he was now walking back to where he was resurrected. The vanguard was more unhappy now then they ever could be at Eclipse, he was in their Grasp after all these years and he's slipped away again. Anyways Eclipse silently walked the halls of the old wall, His footsteps Quietly echoing down the hallways. He held his red death in his hands with the barrel facing downwards. He didn't think anything or anyone would try to attack him. His armor still stayed black as night his green iron banner Stash standing out among the armor. He loved his Iron banner armor Made him look like an knight of the very old age long before even guns were invented. He didn't have his ghost Dency with him or not really a ghost anymore, more of a ghost inside an exo body. Right now he didn't think about that he just wanted to see where he was brought back all those years ago again. He was for some reason amazed at that place. As he exited the wall he saw all the old cars That layer destroyed. He stopped his boots Making their mark across the snow again. He removes his helmet and he sets it on his belt, he looks up at the sky with his one good eye his left eye looking but seeing nothing. That's when he looked down at his feet and placed a hand upon it. Trying to remember how he got it or what it was like to see through both eyes. Even though he wondered he didn't want a new one. This one showed who he was. He walked to where he was brought back by his ghost and kneeled down At the spot. It wasn't to far from the wall He thinks he may of run before eveything hit the fan due to his position. He ran and hand through his hair and sighed, He let the darkness help him when yet he fights it everyday. Whats changing and why? He managed to hold the red death and not feel a need to kill an innocent guardian. He thought as he sat there in the snow The wind at a gentle breeze. ( Open ) [spoiler]Garuud, no bad stay away from this one[/spoiler]

*Slaps thigh until nose bleeds*

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Vlad is sat in a highly guarded and indestructible cell and he sighs. He doesn't know why he had a bounty over his head but still. Nothing he can do. He was told by one of the guards that someone was coming to see him. He wondered who it could be. Vlad asked: Who is coming to see me?" The guard looked at him. "Can't tell you until the visitor arrives. Now silence!!" Vlad sits in his cell bed and waits for this "visitor." (Open to all)

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My guys bios [spoiler] Name: Lodged Hydra34 "The Hydra" Bio: He is the 34th leader in the Hydra Clan. Everyone fears him The Hydra Clan is a well known clan among the city and tower. It operates under one leader with his or her second in command. The leader has to be extremely strong and tough. Lodged Hydra34 defeated the other leader to get his place and his second in command and best friend fought his way into the position. Ever since no one has been able to defeat them Human Male Warlock / All Primary: Badger CCL and Red Death Secondary: LDR 5001 and Invective Heavy: Gjallerhorn and The Swarm Helmet: VOG Gauntlet: VOG Chest: Purifier Robes Boot: The one I have on Class Item: Racers Bond Shader: Old Guard Body type: hair slicked back. 6' 4" and is strong. Personality: Very friendly Xavier Vang Bio second in command to LodgedHydra34 and the only Hunter in the Hydra Clan. He and Lodged do everything together. Human male Hunter/all Weapons Primary: Mida, Bad JuJu, or fatebringer Secondary: Felwinters Lie or Icebreaker(pre nerf) Heavy: Gjallerhorn or Unseeing eye Armor Helmet: trials Gauntlets: trials Chest: Crest of Alphi Lupi Boots: trials Cloak: Anyone if the Flayer Mantles or trials cloak Shader: which ever goes with the Flayer mantle Or trials shader with trials cloak Body type: strong and fit. Size 6' Appearance: buzzcut tan skin blue eyes blonde hair Personality: Cayde-6 A bio for Lodged and Xavier both of them died at a young age. They were best friends a few years later a ghost resurrected them. They went to the tower and were trained by the vanguards themselves. Then once they vanguards stopped training them they went on every mission and raid you could thing of. Soon they both grew powerful enough they could wield all subclasses at once this is what gave them almost guaranteed entrance in The Hydra Clan. Everyone feared both of them even the vanguard [/spoiler] After the Hydra Clan defeated Oryx Lodged was talking to Xavier. (You can add in your own characters.) ((Open to all people))

Vlad is still waiting and secretly brings out his ghost and mentally tells it to get any guardian to visit him. He then tells it to go and find any guardian. This was all before he was asked for his ghost and he said he'd lost it. He loved it. (Open)

Autumn was sleeping next to Duvanix. Open to Duvanix.

James sat in a secluded room, in the centre. The room was pretty bare except for the stacks of books lining up the walls. He had been there for the past four hours. It had been a week since Oasis Valley, and he was enjoying the life of a retired Guardian. Now he spent his days as a scholar in the Tower, his only goal was to gain knowledge, not fight to protect the city. Lake, Lakir, and him had gone their separate ways ever since that fight, and haven't been in contact since then. Last he heard, Lake was on a spiritual trip in the Himalayas to recover from his time at the battle. Lakir headed to the cosmodrome and effectively disappeared. It would seem they would never get back together, and they seemed content with that. The calmness of the room was interrupted as a portal opened up in front of James. A familiar person stepped out, although it made no sense whatsoever. James stood up immediately, not knowing if he was having a nightmare or if this was reality. J," You're.... You're supposed to be dead!" Aries stood before him. He was pretty calm, and didn't seem like he intended to fight. A," Yeah I know, I wasn't expecting it either. Listen up, I'm in an unfavourable contract with someone I really don't like. I need your help, and the others as well." J," What makes you think I'd ever want to help you?" A," Because the person that I'm in this contract with will eventually use my power against the City. Only thing that is stopping that from happening right now is Oryx's will to not attack the City just yet." J," You mean.... Erik....?" A," Yeah that's right. I need your help to get rid of him." (( Closed. Just to set up for something else. ))

James was ten and liked look at porn, his mom caught him one day and say Dank Meme James lives for pron

The Titan Ahamkara, Shovoroth, flew high in the night sky above the Himalayan Mountain range below him, the full moon shining down on his white and black-tipped scales. The Guardian that had saved his life, Alice, was coming to meet with him and Emaria soon, with baggage in tow. But until they arrived, he might as well have a flight in the chilled air. But he kept close to the mountain where he now stayed so Alice would know where to go when she came. He thought about the entire reason why she was coming. And it made his blood boil at the very thought of it. Grixis. That accursed demon's downfall couldn't come soon enough! The thought that his mate was still linked to him made his hate for him fester all the more. But she was no longer under his spell. She was with him, and he had taken steps to endure that demon never found her again. He cleared his head of his dark thoughts. Grixis would pay for what he has done. Soon. For now, he had to be patient, and wait for his company to arrive. [spoiler]Open primarily to MegaBeast42, but others are welcome[/spoiler]

Erik was on a grassy hill, overlooking the Last City. It was close to sunset, and he was getting ready for Yor to come. He was sitting against a large oak tree, messing with his hair. It wouldn't go down it the back. "Screw it. Stupid hair..." He decided with just putting his helmet on, and waited for Yor. ((phlerox cause snu snu))

Vlad wakes and takes a walk around his house in the snowy and cold Russia. It has a basement with a secret bunker and inside it is a secret stash of weapons. His house, looks old fashioned and would be worth a lot but it is known for its area. The war zone. Vlad walked into his living room and activated the hologram. A map of the solar system appears and he sees an alert at the tower but ignores it. When he clicks it anyway he sees an image of him and above it was Wanted: Dead Or Alive. Reward 1000000 Glimmer. Vlad gulped and felt uneasy. He thought: "What have I done? No one knows where I live do they? I hope not". Vlad rushes downstairs and into the secret bunker and pushes the bookcase in the way of the bunker and then closes the bunker door and then a very heavy inbreakable metal. (Open to all.)

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[quote]When he was 10, his friend, Reefia(the Reef was named after her), had died,[/quote] ***NOTE: THIS IS A MADE UP CHARACTER*** Name; Gender: Lockjaw; Male Class; Subclass: Hunter; Nightstalker Short Bio: He helped make a new City in modern-day Reef. But when he was criticized as a traitor, he was banished and was sent to the moon. He then tried to conquer the moon and died. Helmet: Unyielding Casque Grasps: Harrowed Darkhollow Grasps Chestpiece: Harrowed Darkhollow Chiton Boots: Bones of Eao Class Item: Exotic Hunter Cloak Primary: The Jade Rabbit, The Scholar, Smite of Merain Secondary: Telesto, Black Spindle, Defiance of Yasmin Heavy: Gjallahorn(before nerf), Dark Drinker, Hunger of Crota Shader: Glowhoo, Rosegold Longer Bio: When he went into the temple of Crota, he did not know what to expect. He was lost and was hungry. As he struggled there for days, he saw a group of six people. They were eating, laughing, all perfectly armed. He wondered what was going on. He went to their tent, which really hard for him, and asked for some food. They gave him some. Then, a little white object appeared, and looked like it was hovering over the guy. They seemed to have been talking to it. Then it disappeared. He then found them all sleeping. He left the tent to go back to his little cave, but there were enemies. They fought him, which wasn't hard, and then took him, knocked out, to a big monsterous thing. Lockjaw understood it. Every word, like it was pure english. The monsterous voice said his name was Crota. He said Lockjaw is the only source of light in the dark hive. And so Lockjaw became a famous hive apprentice. He was given a luxurious life in the hive and was healed, built ships, vehicles, armor made of fire and thralls, weapons of darkness, and was even given 2x skill and 2 arms. When he was ready, he went back to the Reef to make sure everything was okay. He still cared for his people. When he went there, he stayed longer than expected. Nobody knew who he was, but he found a familiar face. The 6 people he saw in the temple. He took out his gun but was stopped aby the fallen. Then the queen(still Vestia) summoned him. When she saw his face, at first she didn't know who he was. Then he took out a gun and shot the 4 fallen dead. Then, when he aimed at her, ahe yelled Lockjaw. He stopped and simply ran away back to Crota. But by the time he came back, the hive was a mess. Crota, he eventually found out, had died. Stabbed to death by the guardians or the hive refer to them as, the darkness, have killed him with the his gift to Crota, the swordbearers. He then vowed to destroyall the guardians and become King of the Hive. When he suited up that night, the hive didn't help him. Anyway, in the middle of the night, he was stabbed to death and killed by the hive themselves. [b][i][u]😩THE END!😩[/u][/i][/b]

So John the walked up the hill...

"I was drowning. I wasn't sure what is was I was drowning in, but my lungs burnt like fire, my body crushed, and my vision blurred beyond recognition. I reached for the bright light in the sky, waiting for it to take me away...Then I heard a giggle, then another. Suddenly my body was given room to manoeuvre. I saw a flash of a blurry face, long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Then I saw another face, round and soft, black hair waving freely. I swam as hard as I could to what I perceived to be the surface. I made it...I looked around and saw many young men and woman around me, dancing, chatting, drinking and eating. I saw that I was in a swimming pool full of ladies, all cheerful and beautiful. I laughed. I was drowning in mad pussy yo"

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