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If It Fits Projection 13476576 DestinyInventoryItemDefinition
Equip this item to change your Ghost's projection.
Bank Robber 3502374236 DestinyPresentationNodeDefinition
Invading locks the enemy's bank. Stand near the locked bank to drain Motes.
Caretaker 1535028471 DestinyInventoryItemDefinition
All it takes is a little trust.
Stick and Move 1004414919 DestinyRecordDefinition
Without dying, defeat 30 combatants with mid-range weapons: Auto Rifles, Pulse Rifles, Hand Cannons, Fusion Rifles, or Machine Guns.
Deep Stone Crypt Time Trial 3679202587 DestinyMetricDefinition
The fastest completion time for "Deep Stone Crypt." Tracks from Season 12 onward.
By Thy Tongue Be Damned 3293617200 DestinyLoreDefinition
"Even here, the whispers persist. Faint, but present." —Excerpt from C.C. LaGrange's translations of "Writings and Observations from the Tangled Shore: A Fallen Text" A Dreg fell. Left to die. A forgotten pirate set on a path toward salvation. His crew had raided the Moon looking for Ether. They found only death. And then he was alone. Hiraks, the small. Hiraks, the timid, the weak was lost to the depths of the Hellmouth. A solitary scavenger down among the hollows where dead things dwell. How he survived is a story untold, an impossible tale known only to Hiraks himself. In that secret is his strength. For poor, weak, pathetic Hiraks came out of that hell as something other. Still Fallen. Still alone. But changed by all he'd seen and learned—his mind opened, set adrift through the wonders of all the nightmares he had never imagined. Some say he spent his time hidden in the shadows of that cruel land scouring the mysteries of the Worlds' Grave. Others suggest he peered into a hateful shrine and found truth in the unutterable horrors whispered from the abyss. Truth is, only Hiraks knows. Truth as simple as it is puzzling: Yes. Yes, he did. Scour the Grave. Hear the whispers. Only then could all that followed transpire. For a lowly Dreg to rise from their docking to stand as a Baron is rare enough, but that a Fallen of any stature could crack the layers of understanding that barricade the known universe from the ascendant plane is more than improbable. It was impossible. Until it wasn't. For Hiraks succeeded where so few have. He crafted his own throne world and began a monstrous quest to expand his knowledge, etching its harshest truths upon his enemies. And his work has progressed unchecked. It is his name the children do not speak when sharing tales of the Haunting of Nemesis. It is his blood that Paladins and Corsairs alike wish to spill for the Slaughter at Gaspra. Hiraks, the Twisted. Hiraks, Ascendant. The mindbender whose tongue is a weapon, whose experiments seek to unravel sanity and reshape imagination that his subjects may become other—tools of his vile bidding. And so, the warnings spread… When the Fallen who speaks in the language of the damned calls, do your best not to listen, for once his words take hold, your will shall fade, replaced by its antithesis. And then, like that poor, weak, fallen Dreg… you too will know darkness. You too will be alone.