...and to back up my claim here - here is the text, and a link to my grimoire: Vision 81 (3rd Osiris card): [url]https://www.bungie.net/en/Grimoire/1/4611686018431115538/Allies/Osiris?_unlocked=False [/url] [b]Text:[/b] (omitted spaces) This journey begins with doubt. And ends in solace. One by one they fall, and you realize you are alone. There, in the shadow of night, you see the world splinter, the Darkness thrive. And you fight, with more than your Light... you use your pain. You remember its source, the way it gained its ground. But you never wavered. You never believed. You loved her. How couldn't you? Listen, that's her calling... you back. But you know now that is where you will die. [b]Queen: The Aftermath[/b] [url]https://www.bungie.net/en/Grimoire/1/4611686018431115538/Allies/TheQueen?_unlocked=False[/url] [b]Text:[/b] “Do not fear, brother. This was the only choice I had.” The sound of her voice ripped him from sleep. He jumped up; his ship was still contained in its protective sphere. He tried to retract the shield, but it was locked to its initiation time. He couldn’t remember activating it. Then he remembered the battle. That blast. What that ship fired was ancient, not bound to anything the Origin Libraries even sought to describe. He tried to calm down. He thought of her, searching for her pull. He couldn’t find it, but he was not calm. She always told him she would always be there behind the calm. All he could hear were echoes of that sound. It began as soon as they hit the ring plane, ringing in the old glimmer of his long-buried self. Before she showed him who he was—in the before and the after. The Techeuns should’ve known what the Dreadnaught could do. Must’ve known. Did they not feel what he felt? Hear what he heard? And that damn Ketch, it wasn’t protected. They had to know that. All to deploy the Harbingers. They barely got a foothold before the weapon was fired. He thought of Petra and how overwhelmed she must be, forced to hold her post, and watch her people perish. He tried to calm himself again, forcing long breaths. He realized where he was: Mars. Athabasca. The Candor Isles. He hadn’t been here in so long, not since he found the Black Garden. The countdown to the shield’s deactivation pulsed. He tried again, to home in on her, to find if she truly gave herself for this battle. He felt close to something, a hum of starlight, then shield deactivation broke his focus. He climbed out and saw the damage to his ship, and the truths of the armada's devastation sunk in. He turned in despair to find hundreds of his Crow drones, deployed on Mars long ago, circling his ship, waiting. “Welcome back, Master.” The one closest to him spoke first, and the others followed, a wave of salutations echoed throughout the dry sea. And with that hope returned. “Begin repairs on the ship immediately. Something has gone missing and you will help me find it.

No problem - I figure that there is more than enough BS "information" posted in these forums - so when it comes to potentially helping other players, I won't purposely post bad info.

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