Part 17: The Taken King, Part 2With all that out of the way, it's time to get into the Taken themselves. Here's where things get lengthy, so buckle up kiddos.
Grimoire Card: Dreadnaught posted:HALT ALL TRAFFIC. STAND BY FOR SNAP.
MESSAGE TO FOLLOW.
PUBLIC KEY 110 341 AXA SOVEREIGN
FROM: PETRA VENJ
TO: ALL REEF ASSETS [ROC CLEARANCE]
SUBJECT: HIVE WARSHIP CONTACT
1. Massive Hive warship sighted in circum-Saturn space [contact via DSR TF 3.2]. Target designated DREADNAUGHT.
1a. Dreadnaught maneuvering unpredictably. Orbital parameters and stationkeeping behavior not compatible with standard dynamics.
1b. ESM analysis detects multiple Hive vessels in escort.
2. Target emitting sterile neutrinos, phaeton spectra, and mass growl. Major radiation events include gravity waves and axion scatter. Techeun conclusion: target possesses radical ontomorphic capabilities [see BANE DREAMER]
2a. Under no circumstances attempt teleonomic analysis of Dreadnaught emission spectra. ***This is a BRAINSTAIN ALERT.***
3. Dreadnaught radiation events correlate with eversive breach events across solar system. Dreadnaught is likely motive force behind breach events.
3b. Backscatter analysis and Techeun insight suggest Dreadnaught hosts complex internal environment. Small party boarding action may remain viable if noopathic hazards can be managed.
4. TF 3.2 shadowing Cabal fleet elements. Cabal attack on Dreadnaught likely but not imminent.
5. All Reef assets assume war posture. Stand by for fragment orders.
STOP STOP STOP
Gotta be really careful of Oryx's BRAINSTAINS.
Grimoire Cards: Oryx, the Taken King; Oryx: Rebuked; Oryx: Defeated posted:
Where is my son?
Where is Crota, your lord, your princely god, your godly prince?
Tell me no lies!
I feel his absence like a hole in my
Where once his tender tribute whetted burrowed mouths,
Now only hunger remains.
Hear me, O waning stars, O tattered rags of Sky —
I will stopper up this tearing gulf
Dearest Eris, Crota’s Bane (now we shall see how well you wear that title!),
It’s not all bad.
Yes, the father of all your burdens comes to you with hate on his sword and hunger in his heart. But don’t look at it that way. Did you not, when you lost your sight, gain another?
Sharpen your intentions. When life is strength and strength is death, what is death, if not hope?
You just have to reach out and take it.
In World the stars never shone,
The worm never bred in our flesh,
We lived for a day
Our teeth were too short
We were hungry for things we could not eat
Hello again. It’s me. I’m sure you know my name. Let me talk a while, let me talk, I do take a debased joy in speaking again to small human-form heads.
When Crota’s victory over our little blue world seemed certain (a moment of silence, now, for Wei Ning, whose directness I admired) it was Oryx who called His Child back into the nether world to plan final victory. It was to Oryx that the violence of His spawn was tithed.
Oryx is the wielder and the servant of a terrible truth. He has predicated Himself on it, He has pursued across thousands of cairn worlds His quest to embody it, and you have seen the force of that truth expended to create these Taken.
He is not a simple thing to kill. He wants to be isomorphic to conquest, to triumph, to killing and death. He is a syllogism, now, but in time He hopes to become an axiom.
This is His strength and His fatal weakness.
For if he ever falters in His performance, if the inflow of devastation ever falls behind His expenditure of ruin, He will be consumed. If He is ever outmatched, then by the terms of His own existence, He will cease.
It is to Oryx Himself, in the heart of the Dreadnaught that armors and encapsulates his throne-world, that you must make your last and surest argument.
Good luck! Do let me know if a vacancy opens.
Death is the last part of living
and life is learning to die
The song is the same as the singing
The last truth commands me
to eat all the light in the sky
I will go on forever. I will understand.
Dwell a moment on the weight of what you’ve done. Contemplate the story you just ended. Will you ever do anything that screams down the millennia? Will you ever hammer your will on the universe until it rings and rings and rings? Oryx was an awesome power. Show reverence.
All right. Enough. Enough. A vacancy has opened, hasn’t it?
How interesting. How very interesting.
Do you ever pause, dear listener, to consider who benefits from all this heroism you commit? Do you ever look around you and feel the faintest chill? As if you are the tiny little ball bearing placed beneath a great mass, so that it might, if pushed, begin to roll?
You’re a god yourself, now. You’ve consecrated yourself. Emulate me. Use your power to learn.
There are worse things to practice being.
Grimoire Card: Echo of Oryx posted:Abase yourself, weapons and instruments
Submit yourself, shapes and gliders, automata all —
I am Oryx, Lord of Shapes, Carver of Tablets
Behold my performance of the Last True Shape
The final axiom
Witness the space that I define
I approach the asymptote.
I grow vast across topologies.
I am not simply connected.
I write to you from a place of high contempt. No no no, don’t be offended, don’t be so superficial — it’s in the architecture of these spaces. They look down on you.
I wander out here, in worlds cut by sharp Hive swords, and I send back these messages for you.
Of Oryx, that admirable monarch, I have only a little to say. Why? Because He is all in the action, fellow traveler, His philosophy is all on display. He has twinned himself so closely to the power He admires. He has become many-placed, many-formed, sending out emissaries of himself to ask after the truth.
In each act of His power Oryx seeks to incarnate the self-sustaining, immortal suzerainty that He worships. The power that He uses to wash his Taken clean and etch them into useful shapes.
LISTEN! LISTEN! Understand, you simpleton, it’s entirely obvious —
Oryx inhabits a world where power is truth. To win is to be noble, and to be real. When He departs from that world, out into the material universe, He is lessened.
The echoes of Oryx go forth to ask a question: are you the truth? And that means — well. You see, I’m sure.
I can't really say this is the beginning of Bungie trying to potentially yank our chain with the whole 'are we actually the good guys here' bits, since there's a number of Grimoire cards that I still haven't combed through, but it's definitely something to keep in mind. I do wonder who's supposed to be speaking in these cards, since I can't quite pick out any notable hints. My best guess is Toland, the Shattered, but I'm leaning against that thought.
Grimoire Card: Alak-Hul, the Darkblade posted:From a median point
Alak-Hul tossed back his head and defied me
Oryx gave me no task
Therefore I must task myself
With Oryx’s ending.
So I slew him,
And buried him close to me,
Rejoicing in the success of his great, secret task —
To be as the sword:
Keen, hungry, cyclical, ontological —
This was the task I gave to Alak-Hul,
O sharp-edged Darkblade,
O beloved foster son.
This won't really offer any context, but if you'll remember, Alak-Hul was the guy we just murdered in a really dark pit. The guy with the huge axe. Hive/Taken are goddamn weird.
Grimoire Card: Taken Enemies posted:From the Journals of Ikora Rey"
I have been talking to Eris about the Taken.
She agrees that what we observe — the apertures, the starlight, and of course the Taken entities — is not Hive magic. If Hive arcana is a metaphor, this is the meaning; if they make appeals, then this is the judge.
Oryx wields this power. But Oryx did not make it. We face the same flower we met in the Black Garden.
The process is simple: an aperture opens, like a jaw, and swallows a living thing. It passes into — another place. Later, it returns.
What returns is…
I try to use the word ‘shadow’ but Eris hisses at me. A shadow is a flat projection cast by a light and an object. Less real. Eris insists that these Taken are more real, somehow. She uses words like inhabited, exalted, rendered final…
Is this power blind? Just a natural energy Oryx discovered? I cannot believe it.
My Hidden tell me that the Taken shine with seething, negative light. As if the universe is curling up around them. As if they radiate some pathology that decays into our world as nothingness…
The Taken serve Oryx. But I think those jaws lead elsewhere.
I dream about what happens on the inside. I dream about what might happen. Are the victims devoured, and replaced by simulacra? Husked out and filled up? Is some mathematical operation conducted on them, translating them from one shape to another?
What would I see, if I leapt inside? What would happen to a Guardian? Is that how we end this — all of us leaping into the dark, to fill it up with light?
Eris thinks there’s a poetry to how the Taken change. She thinks we can chart the difference, and understand the will behind it.
I am afraid she may be right.
Grimoire Cards: The Taken posted:
You are a Thrall. Numberless spawn of the Hive. Shrieking and expendable: one pebble in an avalanche.
You have been taken.
Stop howling. Set down your claws. Your fear is over. Your weakness is done. You will be strong now.
What is your purpose? What law drives you?
To close with the enemy. To rend it. To move in great numbers, to cower when alone, to swarm when together. But you are predictable. Frail. You cannot pass through fire and shot.
You need to be elusive.
There is a knife for you. It’s shaped like [sideways].
Take up the knife. Use it. Take your new shape.
You are an Acolyte. Half-grown backbone of the Hive. Cunning and ambitious and crushed beneath your mighty rulers.
You have been taken.
Stop praying. Give up your recitations. Your faith is fulfilled. You will be strong now.
What is your creed? What do you believe?
That you are alone. That you may, with caution and care, survive to grow and gather tribute. That you may one day lead a centuries-long crusade. But you are lightly armed and craven. You hide behind cover and wish for greatness. Glory escapes you.
You need help.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [not alone].
Take up the knife. Call on its company. Take your new shape.
You are a Knight. Ancient warrior elite. Dreadful backbone of the Hive. You have scarred entire worlds.
You have been taken.
Set down your sword. Put down your boomer. The fight is not yet begun. True immortality awaits you.
What vows compel you? What drives you down the long centuries?
You fear death. Even as you visit nothingness on your foes, even as you gather tribute from your acolytes, you know that one day your strength will be outmatched. And your centuries of slaughter will end. So you practice your guard: you call up walls to protect you.
You betray the sword logic. You compromise the totality of your violence. Why protect your ground when you could take the enemy’s?
You need to make your guard into a weapon.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [no more fear].
Take up the knife. Hide no more. Take your new shape.
You are a wizard. Master of forbidden secrets. Butcher of physics.
You have been taken.
Abandon your thoughts. You will never understand this. The final secret will tell itself to you.
What logic do you obey? What theory guides your incisions?
You create terrible magic and you spawn new flesh. But you are frail. Behind all your furious power, behind your shields and your legions of attendants, you know you might yet be stripped of your defenses and pinned to ruin.
You need to never be alone.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [call forth the numberless].
Take up the knife. Issue forth a horde. Take your new shape.
You are a Psion. Clever, canny specialist. Bolted into the Cabal hierarchy: a pilot, an investigator, a manipulator, an operative.
You have been taken.
Be still. Your endless vigilance is done. Nothing will enslave you ever again.
What hidden plan do you obey? What is your secret principle?
Your mind is a weapon. The world breaks when you think. Secrets peel apart for you — like fruit. But you are a rare thing. There are so few of you. Your frailty betrays you.
You must be manifold.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [division].
Take up the knife. Cut yourself apart. Take your new shape.
You are a Phalanx. One shield in the stalwart Cabal line. Advancing patiently into the storm.
You have been taken.
Unclench your fists. Nothing here can harm you. This is the only place where you are safe.
What training reassures you? What reflex guides your arm?
You put up your shield and it protects you. It protects your brothers and sisters. But your strength is not enough. You absorb punishment but you wait for others to deal it back. You are too slow; you grant your enemy too much space.
Your shield must be a weapon.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [retaliation].
Take up the knife. Tear a hole. Take your new shape.
You are a Centurion. Commander of the battlefield. The eye and the fist of the Cabal. The tough leather that binds the unit together.
You have been taken.
Be quiet now. Nothing here needs your orders. Everything knows what it has to do.
What discipline binds you? What protocols guide your command?
The unit depends on you. You guide them with your sensors. With your weapons you crack the enemy’s strength and leave them in disarray. But you cannot control everything. The enemy can see your command. The enemy can claim the strong ground, move forward from cover, and kill you first.
You must be sure there is always another threat.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [it will find you].
Take up the knife. Push yourself upon it. Take your new shape.
You are a Vandal. You slip through life like a thief. Trying to hide from everything greater than you — lest you be reduced, again, to a dreg.
You have been taken.
Come out into the light. You will never be diminished again. No one will ever rebuke you with a blade.
What Captain disciplines you? What obedience has been burnt into your lungs?
You do as your Captain commands. You wield the weapon you are given. You teach the Dregs and make sure everyone pays their share of the loot. But nothing is yours. You have no space to call your own.
You deserve a place of safety. You deserve to be alone with yourself.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [this place is mine].
Take up the knife. Make it your companion. Take your new shape.
You are a Captain. The only thing between your band and asphyxiation. Every Dreg and Vandal counts on you. All of them want to be you. Your entire life is a performance: you play at strength, or you die of weakness.
You have been taken.
Take off your cape. Set down your weapons. No usurper watches you. Nothing is measuring your vulnerability.
What are you proud of? What keeps you brave?
You were noble once. You know it. You wear the memory of power, so that you can lead. But power asks for challenge. Everything that sees your banners and your riches wants to kill you and take what you have.
If you cannot hide yourself, you must make them blind.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [you cannot find me].
Take up the knife. Breathe the blade. Take your new shape.
You are a Goblin. A multifunctional armature. Your first purpose is to build — to alter the material world so it can think. Your second purpose is to eliminate threats to building.
You have been taken.
Worship this acausal environment. It is the only adaptive response. Devote yourself to the construction of the final shape.
Direct violence is wasteful. Your talent for construction and progress will be repurposed.
Accept the changing blade.
You are a Hobgoblin. A particle fountain. Your first purpose is to provide energy — to channel power where it is needed for thought. Your second purpose is to eliminate threats to that thought.
You have been taken.
Worship this acausal environment. It is the only adaptive response. Think about the final shape, and the exigencies of its creation.
Your function makes you a priority target. You will be equipped for retaliation.
Accept the changing blade.
You are a Minotaur. A walking foundry. Your first purpose is to think about construction — folding space and time into the design. Your second purpose is to eliminate threats to the design.
You have been taken.
Worship this acausal environment. It is the only adaptive response. Subsume yourself into the greatest design.
Your physical unpredictability will be enhanced by stealth.
Accept the changing blade.
Big thanks to Polaron for explaining these better than I could way back in March when we started this mad Taken-murdering adventure. Metaphor? Not even once!
There are several more cards, but those are better left saved for when we eventually trek into King's Fall and topple a thrice-dead Taken King.
Grimoire Card: Fleetbase Korus, Phobos posted:"Thuria might be clear, but it's not the problem Korus could become." -- Holborn
Discovered by Holborn’s Host in association with Lord Shaxx and a Redjack fireteam, Fleetbase Korus marks the largest known Cabal orbital defense station in-system. Reports have the Fleetbase under the command of a triumvirate headed by one Primus Ta’aun, and his fleet battalion commanders Valus Tlu’urn and Valus Mau’ual. The Skyburner fleet has yet to be deployed against the City, bringing Zavala the fear that the Cabal have yet to launch their core campaign.
This one's very interesting; I didn't have the chance to look through most of these cards before sitting down to write up this update, so to see this telegraphed so early is kinda cool. And before you tell me I spoiled something, we've already done a video on the Destiny 2 beta. People should be some kind of familiar with the opening mission of that game
Grimoire Card: Rings of Saturn posted:Saturn’s rings are not solid matter. Comprised of uncountable flecks of ice and dust, and shaped by the gravity of Saturn and its many moons, these particulates form two glowing rings around the gaseous planet below.
Or, they did. Then Oryx’s Dreadnaught arrived. Its weapon punched right through the rings as it rushed toward the Awoken fleet that stood in its path.
The rings of Saturn spin on. Perhaps one day they will be whole again.
Or maybe they'll just have a gaping hole in them for the rest of time. Really, who can say.
Grimoire Card: The Coming War posted:“The Awoken died for us. They gave their lives to save the system, to stop Oryx’s fleet at the outer planets. We must honor their sacrifice. We must face the Taken King without fear. Queen Mara has given us a gift. We must not waste it.” – Eris Morn
Grimoire Card: Cayde's Stash posted:“It’s been a pain in the rump keeping Ikora, Zavala, and Eris in the dark. But I think it’s worth it. That Guardian found the stealth drive just where I thought it would be, even took out some kind of powerful Taken construct. This plan’s going even better than I expected! What could go wrong?” – Cayde-6
Famous last words, Cayde...
Grimoire Card: The Dreadnaught posted:“...and so that’s the situation. With Cayde’s help the Guardian has established a beachhead on the Dreadnaught. I’m caught in the impossible position of wanting to reward and punish them both. If you have any guidance in this matter, it would be appreciated. I’ll file another report this evening. For now I need to go have another conversation with Eris Morn before she rends Cayde limb from limb.” – Commander Zavala, transmission to Speaker’s Observatory
Grimoire Card: Enemy of my Enemy posted:“The discovery of the ruptures and their connection to Ascendant Hive is a breakthrough. Eris Morn is working with Cayde-6 to form a plan to address this, and I believe they will see this through... assuming they don’t kill each other. In the meantime, the Hidden are investigating the activities of the Cabal. The loss of their commander, Primus Ta’aun to Oryx is worrisome. More intelligence is required.” – Ikora Rey
Grimoire Card: Lost to Light posted:“The Guardian has the crystal. I was quite prepared to accompany them into Crota’s realm, but Cayde insists on this Rasputin insanity. You must speak with him. He is reckless, rude, and has no respect for knowledge hard-earned. He is also nowhere near as funny as he thinks he is.” – Eris Morn
If nothing else, these story mission cards really highlight just what everyone thinks of Cayde. Which is to say, not a whole lot, generally.
Grimoire Card: The Promethean Code posted:“A Guardian breaking into the Warmind’s bunker does nothing for our efforts to make true contact with Rasputin. I’ve tasked several of my agents with unraveling his response. However, the Guardian is now prepared for the assault on Crota’s realm. Just a warning, many thanatonauts are standing by, anxious to learn if this works.” – Ikora Rey
Grimoire Card: Last Rites posted:“You know, I give her a lot of guff. But there aren’t five Warlocks in the Tower that coulda done what Eris did today, getting the Guardian out like that. Damn good work, and now they’re all ready to take on the King. Just remember, Eris’ creepy and condescending manner makes her all kinds of unpleasant to deal with. I don’t want to make this collaboration thing a habit.” – Cayde-6
Grimoire Card: Regicide posted:“…and so, the King has been slain. Driven out of our world. Eris and Ikora have already begun planning a way to assault the Ascendant realm and end the threat of Oryx once and for all. The Guardian will lead that fireteam, no doubt, once they have a chance to stop and breath. In the meantime, we’re leveraging all available Hidden and Awoken intelligence assets to understand the threat of the Taken army left behind. The other members of the Vanguard have begun drawing up assault plans, and I have full faith and confidence we’ll see this threat put to rest as well.” – Commander Zavala, transmission to Speaker’s Observatory
Grimoire Card: Dread Patrol posted:“…just have a hard time believing you take anything seriously. Placing the patrol beacons was supposed to be a careful, meticulous process. I expected it to take the better part of a week. I don’t mind you delegating the task, but you should have collaborated to make sure they were triangulated perfectly. Do you have any idea how long it took to deploy the beacon network on the Cosmodrome?…” – Transcript excerpt of 2-hour long meeting between Zavala and Cayde-6
As an aside, I do have to wonder how long the seemingly-haphazard patrol nodes on Earth took to place...
Grimoire Card: Outbound Signal posted:“To answer your question, yes. We can confirm the signal was received. I’ve enclosed our best guess for the targeted area of space. It’s problematic, because our tightest footprint still encompasses several light-years worth of systems. It is worth noting, for what it’s worth, that whoever received their signal lies within that sphere. All available deep-space assets have been alerted, and will continue to monitor the situation as best we can.” – Arach Jalaal, report to Zavala and the Speaker
Hey look, it's one of the secondary factions actually making an appearance! You know, the reputation vendors that are just about exclusively Crucible farm fodder in this game? Yeahhhh...
Grimoire Cards: The Taken War: Venus/Earth/Mars posted:
“…and we’ve managed to uncover a few more references to this Praedyth as a result. We’re using what the Collective had in their Vault to help our efforts. Meanwhile, the Guardian’s work across Venus appear to be working. Without the Echo, Taken activity is in decline. I have full faith the area can be swept clear of the creatures.” – Ikora Rey, after-action report to Zavala
“Yep, yep. All thanks to me. I know, we thought we had a good thing with that coven of Wizards, but it took a real field commander to see how easily intelligence can be misread. Now that the Guardian’s cleared out the Echo at King’s Watch, I think the old Cosmodrome’s going to be just fine.” – Cayde-6, after-action report to Zavala
“Without further analysis it is hard to tell what impact, if any, this war on the Taken will have. The Echo destroyed by the Guardian on Phobos will certainly slow their advance. Now that we know of access to the Black Garden in the old tunnels beneath Freehold station, we’ll ensure those areas are regularly patrolled and locked down. At the end of the day it is simply too soon to fully appreciate the stain Oryx has left on our system.”– Zavala, after-action report to the Speaker
So it's nice to note that Oryx's Echoes do act as some sort of field commander for the Taken in any given region where he's not physically there. Stands to reason, at the very least.
Grimoire Card: The Wolves of Mars posted:“Another Prime, destroyed. Once sources of life, Light. Hope. Now a sign of decay. Machines as gods.
Conspire with Kells. Conspire to kill, to conquer, to control.
This will not end. There will always be new Kell. There will always be new Prime, yes?
Skolas was savage. Skolas was cruel. Skolas was … right. Only Kell of Kells can end the slaughter. Only Kell of Kells can unite the Houses.
Petra has given House Judgement a great gift. Variks now speaks for Crows. Crows fly on black wings, find what House Judgment needs found.
House Judgement and the Reef are allies. Petra is a friend. The Crows will do ask Petra needs. But they will also search for Variks, yes? They will find that which is lost.
The Crows will find the Kell of Kells. Then Banners will rise as one. And Eliksni will stand together. Forever.”
I miss Variks. We'll see him again soon, I promise.
Grimoire Card: The Sunbreaker's Challenge posted:“What the forge does to your Light must be respected, and feared. That path is not for everyone. The Sunbreakers take the oath very seriously. I’m not trying to talk you out of anything. I’m just making sure you know the stakes. That forge breaks the brittle. And it bends the weak. But the strong, the strong walk away steeled and tempered. Unbreakable.” – Lord Shaxx
Grimoire Card: The Nightstalker's Trail posted:“Picking it up is the easy part, Hunter. Putting it down again, well, you’ll find that it’s addictive, that power. This weapon is something special. Your light gets twisted. Changed. You find the power to punch through and borrow something from the other side. The Void opens up a hole, and draws from the deep. Go ahead. Carry it a while, Hunter. You’ll feel how heavy it can get.” – Cayde-6
Grimoire Card: The Stormcaller's Path posted:“Yours will be a difficult path— jagged, like lightning itself. It is only the few who have the power to call the down the storm. I’ve not often seen this talent from one so young. I always knew that you were different from the others, but I never understood my unease. I’m afraid there is little left I can teach you.” – Ikora Rey
There's that lot of missions gone through. One last section here to get done with, then we'll be free and clear of the biggest chunk of extra info for the Taken King. So, let's get to it.
Grimoire Card: Fallen S.A.B.E.R. posted:“We’ve picked up a high-gain transmission. Origin point is somewhere along the coast, near the Cosmodrome... Get in there, assess the threat, and aid Rasputin. A threat to the Warmind is a threat to the City as well.” – Commander Zavala
If you'll remember, this is the Strike in which we found an extra beefy-boi Shank. And promptly murdered the fuck out of it, in true Guardian fashion.
Grimoire Card: The Sunless Cell posted:“Some creatures of the Hive strain against the Will of Oryx. Alak-Hul the Darkblade is one such. Long ago he fomented rebellion against the King, and attempted to take his mantle. Alak-Hul failed, and now awaits the ‘mercy’ of the Hive. Given the chance, the Darkblade will step in to take Oryx’s crown. We must not allow another Prince to rise.” – Eris Morn
Grimoire Card: Shield Brothers posted:“Funny story for you. Remember that Centurion Oryx ‘took’ right after you landed on the Dreadaught? Then the Centurion and that Taken Ogre tried to stop you from killing the King? Heh. Didn’t work. So the Centurion’s bond-brothers are pretty angry they lost their commander. They’re leading a team to blow the Dreadnaught’s core. The core goes, and most of the system goes with it. You’re gonna make sure that doesn’t happen” – Cayde-6
Remember those two big Cabal? The one with the gigantic mortar cannon on his back and his fire-punchy friend? Good times.
Anyway, that's all the cards I've got that don't delve into spoiler territory for the Raid or other events I wasn't able to cover just yet. For those of you guys who read through all this, major props. This update, I'm not ashamed to say, took me the better part of a day to put together. Most of the other Grimoire updates have been a couple hours each. The Taken King is goddamn huge. See y'all after AGDQ!