Hello and welcome Guardians, this is your friendly neighborhood AnonPig and I’m here with some NEW LORE! As some of you may have seen earlier today i posted a haiku. Shortly after i posted a second haiku on the same subject. If you understood the secret meaning within them CONGRATS! Now let’s explain the whole story. To start things off we have a new grimoire card that takes place before the City really got it’s standing. This was what I personally still consider the Dark Ages, but others disagree that it was the early City Age, no matter it was a dark time for the people. Guardians had barely walked, they were wild, inexperienced and without a central leader. This is the opposite of the City we know, ran by the Consensus, instead it was governed by several different Factions. To name a few we still see today, Future War Cult, New Monarchy, and Dead Orbit. Let’s look at Rezyl Azzir - Before These Walls. [quote]Rezyl Azzir was a man. In time his kind would be called Titan. Mountains of muscle and might and metal. His collar was fur and teeth. His person clad in ornate, golden-etched plating, trophies upon his shoulders. This was before the City was The City. This is before the walls. Still in the shadow of the fragile giant above, but before. Salvation seekers came — survivors; weary remnants of a people on the brink. These were the days before reason took hold. Before study was merged with belief. The giant was looked to as one would a God. Maybe it still is. Factions grew from the huddled masses. Like minds coming together to provide support, comfort. Over time these loyalties demanded loyalty. Differences that used to inform — viewpoints that when joined granted a larger understanding of the whole — became points of conflict. The sanctuary became divided. The shadow of Light grew darker. This, humanity’s last oasis, slowly fading to a mirage. Great, powerful men and women, The Risen, stood at the Factions’ sides. Protection. Enforcers. Misused possibility. Misery crept into this false paradise. Yet hope lingered. Seeing the cracks in this society born beneath the giant’s fractured shell, some among The Risen challenged the dissolution of all that could be. They would no longer serve as instruments of oppression. They would be more. Thus began an unnecessary war made necessary by greed, ambition... fear. And, in the chaos of this struggle, came the scavengers — aliens with appetites. A common enemy. In the end, the scavengers were repelled and the Factions fell, their grip broken, though their beliefs remained. This was the earliest days of the Guardians, when might found purpose. Prosperity was in reach. Rezyl had been a champion of these wars. A leader. Against the alien pirates he had been more. If the giant wasn’t a God, then maybe Rezyl was. As the first walls formed — built of hard work and sacrifice — Rezyl and the Guardians stood against the alien plunderers time and again. More survivors arrived. More warriors. The Guardian ranks swelled. The City grew. Hope blossomed. To Rezyl it was a currency. Hope bought tomorrow. Tomorrow bought the effort needed to survive today. Yet Rezyl grew weary. Stories haunted his nights. Old stories. Those no longer told. Those locked behind tight lips for fear of what they may invoke. Whenever the sun dropped below the horizon and the moon rose high, Rezyl’s thoughts wandered. How safe was safe? How long could they fight with the Darkness still writhing? So, every day Rezyl would fight and build and protect. And every day a city grew beneath the giant. And every night he would think about all that was never said and stare intently at the moon above.[/quote] Let’s look a little closer at the highlights of this card, and learn a bit more about Rezyl and his purpose shall we? [quote]These were the days before reason took hold. Before study was merged with belief. The giant was looked to as one would a God. Maybe it still is.[/quote] [quote]Thus began an unnecessary war made necessary by greed, ambition... fear. And, in the chaos of this struggle, came the scavengers — aliens with appetites. A common enemy. In the end, the scavengers were repelled and the Factions fell, their grip broken, though their beliefs remained. This was the earliest days of the Guardians, when might found purpose. Prosperity was in reach. Rezyl had been a champion of these wars. A leader. Against the alien pirates he had been more. If the giant wasn’t a God, then maybe Rezyl was.[/quote] [quote]Hope blossomed. To Rezyl it was a currency. Hope bought tomorrow. Tomorrow bought the effort needed to survive today. Yet Rezyl grew weary. Stories haunted his nights. Old stories. Those no longer told. Those locked behind tight lips for fear of what they may invoke. Whenever the sun dropped below the horizon and the moon rose high, Rezyl’s thoughts wandered. How safe was safe? How long could they fight with the Darkness still writhing?[/quote] So on to the theory yes? We see here Rezyl, a Guardian, who was there at the earliest time of the City. Who was there before it was even really “The City.” He looked on the Traveler, understanding that it was viewed as a god, and that after his accomplishments, his heroism, that he too was. But not only that he was looked at as one, that he was the god, not the Traveler. As the City grew Rezyl grew in power too, he was a leader of the City, these attacks by the Eliksni have ended the Faction Wars and gave way to the Consensus, likely with their hero, their god, as their leader. The Voice of the Traveler. The Speaker, Rezyl Azzir. There’s more to the story of course, as there always is. Our Speaker, a Titan, lost someone. Whether to death, or to another side in a quiet war we do not yet know, but Saint-14 is gone. After his Crusade against the Eliksni Rezyl sent him out after Osiris. This was after Twilight Gap, after Six Fronts, and that was where Saint-14 and Osiris fought side by side. Osiris fought so valiantly that Saint-14 actually suggested Rezyl make him the Vanguard Commander, Zavala’s current title. These two brothers at arms were being set against each other. And no matter the outcome, Saint-14 has been gone since the event. I personally hope that Osiris simply opened Saint-14’s eyes and that he joined up, but that might not be the case. The Pacorus armor set for Titans tells the story of a father who lost his Guardian son. Here’s the order i believe it follows. [quote]I promise, my son, i will avenge you.[/quote][quote]No father should have to bury their child[/quote][quote]You cannot understand this pain[/quote][quote]What happens to Guardians when they die for the last time[/quote] Could these be things that Rezyl has said about Saint-14? What could he be planning? Does he intend on using us to avenge him, as he uses us to save the City time and time again. From Time’s Conflux, from sons of gods, to prophesied Kells, and even the god themself whom’s son we killed. Are we just tools for him? Thank you for reading Guardians, i hope you all enjoyed it! This is your friendly neighborhood AnonPig. [url=https://www.bungie.net/ne/Forum/Post/115658936/0/0]AnonPig's Theories Archived[/url]