Stalwart Pandrok, beacon of strength!
Born of blissful hate, steeped in reviled joy
Created to wage war and drink the LightProud Pandrok, puissant warrior!
You charged your weapon in the souls of dying stars
You sharpened your sword on the bones of slain worlds
Fervent Pandrok, faithful son!
Serving in the swarming legions, feeding the worms
Brought to court, you bent the knee to your king
Your king is dead. Long live your queen.
My court could use one such as you
A powerful warrior to hunt down our foes
A sword capable of cutting away their strength
A bastion to support our work with your might
But you have taken your final shape
You are sworn to a king lain dead
You will not bend your knee to another.
Loyal Pandrok, listen--
I will not ask you to forswear your oaths
If you will not serve a queen,
Then you shall serve oblivion
Go forth, empty one--
I name you Pandrok, Pillar of Nothing
Go forthErase the Light.
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Author's Notes: The viewpoint character here is the boss of the Sanctum of Bones Lost Sector in The Rupture on Io, Pandrok, Pillar of Nothing. I based this entry on some of the grimoire cards about the Court of Oryx from The Taken King.
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