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Buried Bloodline

ExoticSidearm Void
Keep it secret. Keep it safe.

Fikrul stands on the bridge of a seized Ketch. Ravagers keep watch over a handful of Eliksni that remain to pilot the vessel. Five heavily armored Scorn kneel before Fikrul, their heads bowed in reverence. Fikrul steps forward. "Dark rumors whisper from the Dreaming City. The Reef hunts us. The Darkness claims us. And our father is not returning. But even without Uldren Sov, new Scorn still rise. Old Scorn still live, unseen." Fikrul waits for silence before looking beyond the five armored Scorn knights to the greater horde that gathers. He turns and points his staff at the pilots. "These Eliksni, they speak of Scorn risen on Earth, where dead things will hunt them, or Darkness claims them." "We serve only Scorn!" Fikrul raises his staff above his head. "We will bring them home. Open their minds, as I have for you. As I will for all Scorn!" The horde gnashes and cheers. "Rathil, Malaris, Vrysiks, Nymeks, Sirloks. Ascend!" commands Fikrul over the commotion. The five armored Scorn stand. "You, loyal-sworn, will be my knights." Scorn move from behind them to present the knights with staves made in the image of their leader's. "Go to Earth. Bring brothers and sisters home, before Darkness claims them." The knights bow. "Rathil." Fikrul places a hand on the center knight. "You, will lead." ***** Rathil enters the quarters of the Ketch's dead captain to see Fikrul gazing at walls of bound tomes filled with Eliksni scrawl. Rathil could not understand the contents of these books, but his father had learned much from them. With time, he would learn to unravel their secrets as well. "Father… You called me? We prepare to leave." Fikrul turns, a polished steel case in his lower arms. "I have one last gift for you." Fikrul opens the case to display a clean-looking weapon—a sleek bolt-caster. Rathil could see its original Eliksni design, twisted, broken, and refashioned into something stronger, as he was. "Claimed from Kings by Wolves… Modified. Scorn, now. Like us." "I am honored," Rathil says, gently lifting the weapon from its case and bowing. Fikrul looks upon his son with pride. "I send you to claim Kings, as we once did as Wolves. Carry our history with you. Claim it. Bring it home."

PvP Insights

Usage 0.0180% #489
Kills 0.0230% #439
Headshots 0.0260% #342

Item Statistics

Selecting weapon perks and mods can alter the stats shown below.

Range
35
Stability
52
Handling
55
Reload Speed
21
Rounds/Min100
Magazine9
Aim Assistance
89
Airborne Effectiveness
22
Inventory Size
50
Recoil Direction99
Velocity
69
Zoom
18

Version Log

Season 0
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