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1 minute ago, xeal209 said:
Operator’s Name: Ailyn Venau
Race: Orokin/Tenno
Warframe(s): Ash Prime (switching for Loki Prime when I get him), Titania, Nekros
Weapons: Cernos prime (later lost and replaced with Rakta Cernos), Opticor, Corinth | Hikou prime, aklex prime (lost) | Nikana prime (lost), Rakta Dark Dagger, a spear forged at Hok’s anvil dubbed Gae Bolg
Focus School: Zenurik
Bio:
Ailyn was a street kid in the Orokin Empire, born into a homeless family who scraped by from the generosity of others. Eventually her parents would pass away from malnourishment, they’d been giving her a bulk of the food to keep her healthy. With no one else, she ended up a thief, taking small bits and pieces of fruit or bread off of stalls when no one was looking to get by. It went well for a while, years to be exact, until some Orokin officials grabbed her after she hid for taking some fruit. She thought they finally caught her for stealing, but it turned out they were taking her to a ship, the Manduka, and didn’t even know about her crimes.
After a few days aboard the ship, she didn’t think it was too bad. She had a room, despite it being a bit small, she had food and could get used to it she thought. There were a lot of other kids there as well, they were calling them Tenno, and apparently they’d been touched by the void and had some extraordinary abilities that were hard to control. She would also go through that process soon, following a line in a crowded room as the void was allowed in to turn them into Tenno. As time went on aboard the ship, she began to get annoyed with the rules, couldn’t do this, couldn’t do that, had to be in bed at this time, some weapon of war talk, Ailyn started to get irritated with the Orokin and kept breaking rules, which often got her into trouble.
When she finally returned as a Tenno, she decided to train in the school of Zenurik, it sounded right and fit her style. She learned to be resourceful with what she had because any little bit can make a difference, and whittling away at an enemies resources sounded like the way to go. She chose a copy of Ash prime (changing to Loki when I get him) to be her warframe for use against the sentients, mainly taking park in sabotage and assassinations. The weapons she chose were the Cernos prime, the aklex prime, and the nikana prime, all of which would be lost later.
Eventually, Margulis was executed, and after all she’s done for the Tenno and they start to hold resentment against the Emperors for that among other things. The Tenno seem to defeat Hunhow and return for their ceremony after planning a coupe. When the Emperors descend, a bunch of the Tenno, Ailyn included, take part in the collapse, killing the Emperors, but she and many others would later regret it, and they are put into cryostasis by the Lotus until they are needed again.
About 500 or so years later, Ailyn, along with many others, came to consciousness in their warframes, Ash prime in the case of Ailyn. They were awakened by a mysterious voice claiming to be “The Lotus.” Ailyn didn’t quite remember who she herself is at the moment and believes she is the warframe. Her memory was weak at best and although the name “The Lotus” sounds familiar, she failed to remember. The Lotus guides her out and Ailyn begins working for the lotus around the Origin system, also taking part in the fight against the Fomorian fleet after archwing technology was found and the Tenno relays were built.
At the relays, she comes across the syndicate known as the Red Veil that seemed to suit her style quite well, so she decides to try working for them. The Red Veil gave her a bounty, an assassination against one of their own who went rogue. The rogue agent was spotted heading for a place called Cetus on Earth. She visited Cetus and spent some time among the Ostrons until she finally tracked down the rogue Red Veil agent who was planning to assassinate some of the Corpus traders there to keep them and their money hungry hands away. She leaves Cetus after having a weapon forged for her, a spear she calls gae bolg.
At some point, the Lotus went silent, so she continued doing work for the Red Veil. With time, she would eventually reach the rank of “exalted,” gaining a rakta cernos to replace her lost cernos prime, and a rakta dark dagger. Shortly after, there’s a message from the Lotus where her secrets come out, naming herself Natah, daughter of the sentient Hunhow. Now some memories start to return, and so does the Lotus with more work to give as if nothing ever happened. She didn’t much like that and decided to ignore the work she was given for now because there was something a bit more interesting going on. An entire landmass had come out of the void, and it’s a bit familiar. She decides to check out this moon, traversing the place on instinct as if she knew exactly where to go already. She finds a pod with the name “Ailyn Venau” and it feels all too familiar. She opens the pod and her consciousness leaves the frame. Next thing she knew, she was stumbling out of the pod and looking her warframe in the face, and memories start to return.
She returns to her ship and cuts herself off from the Lotus. They may look like the one who cared for the Tenno, but she can’t find it in herself to work for the daughter of their enemy. She continues to work for the Veil instead, adding the syndicate, New Loka, to her list of contacts as well, acquiring copies of blueprints for Nekros and Titania, building a large Corpus made laser rifle, and a Tenno inspired shotgun from one of the relays. She plans to take things into her own hands and keeps doing work for the Red Veil and New Loka, eventually coming across a rogue Grineer message from an Orokin channel. It leads her to a hidden syndicate that she joins called the Orokin Remnant.
Welcome to the Remnant Tenno! WE welcome your strength for the coming battles!
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46 minutes ago, DiabolusUrsus said:
Any chance this rate might be affected by moon/sun affinity from quest choices?
Full neutral here, and I don't think I've encountered it beyond the quest ending.
I'm full neutral as well and I've only seen him once. And that was a week ago. I finished the quest MONTHS before.
I asked my clan mates, and I have one person who has full dark alignment, and he's seen the Spectre at least 5-6 times now.
I'd say it's safe to say the alignment does control how often you see him.
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I played 4 agonizing rounds of conclave this evening, and never made it past 5th place in each. The standing rewards at the end of the mission were absolutely insane.
1st Match rewarded 4000 (2000 of that was from the daily missions for that gamemode)
the next gave me 6000, then 8000, before giving me 9500 before I quite. After disconnecting, I apparently have 16000 standing left before I reach my daily cap, but I jumped up by at least 25k according to Teshin.Will I get banned if I buy the Lunaro Captura arena with the standing I have right now?>_<
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I placed the Cephalon and Cube pet toys on my ship, and decided to move them and now I cannot. I can move the pet bed just fine, but very time I hover the reticle over the toys, they just sit there. They behave as entities, because when I walk on them, my warframe moves up like a step, but they cannot be moved.
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So um, I went to go look for the expanded caves of Eidolon. And I've only found one. DE said caves (plural) in the HOTFIX notes, but I can't find any more than the one... Where are the others? (I have all the shallow caves marked on my map, I just don't know where the other expansions are.)
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I have about half of my Naramon tree maxed, and just recently discovered that my 30% speed boost does not work on my Orbiter like it used to. Due to this, I do not actually know if my boost is working outside the Orbiter...
This is frustrating cause I even tried unequipping that ability, and then reequipping it, then change going my focus school to Vazarin and back to Naramon, and I still won't work on my Orbiter..
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You only ever need 2 greater lenses of each Focus type.
If you have Equinox and a good melee, just pour Everything into one tree before moving to the next.
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Let's be honest guys. DE probably partnered with Blizzard and the Zerg are coming!
I'm so ready!
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If you've seen the teaser DE put on Facebook, then you'll know something new is coming... But what have the Grineer scanners detected?
Any theories or ideas?
I'm curious to know if it's a new Sentient enemy... Perhaps Sentient t Battalysts and Conculysts will be dropped during the night like Grineer soldiers are being dropped during the day?
More ways to get sentient cores is welcome in my book.
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43 minutes ago, RenIsland said:
Characters name: Infinati
Race: Corpus
Warframe: Vauban
Weapons: Main > Sobek. Secondary > Gammacor. Melee > Ack & Brunt (The sword and shield version.)
Sobek, though mostly appears rugged and broken, is her most trusted weapon. Out of all the weapons she's taken apart, Sobek has been put back together four hundred thirty five times.
The Gammacor she carries on her frame is more for welding or slicing though various metals. While it's an effective tool, it's ability to cut makes it an effective weapon.
Ack & Brunt... The shield and sword (Which should be named different, because it's not the actual Ack & Brunt?) is her declaration of desperation. When she has no ammo left, or energy for her frame, she will always fall back to shielding her allies.
School Focus: Unariu
Bio:
Infinati, being born to a corpus family of privileged industrialists, was at best a mediocre soldier. She never saw the glory of protecting the business secrets as a guard. Not even when the Orokin purchased her family to mass produce simple weapons for their warriors. She wasn't a fighter, nor was she a business woman like the rest of her family. No, she was a mechanic at heart. There was a beauty in shaped steel that she could never put her finger on. Stretched cords were like ribbons of lights to her, spiraling onwards to connect one piece of life to another. How could anyone see something made of smaller bits and not give it a second glance? That, unfortunately, wasn't for her to question. She was expected, as the oldest, to carry on the family tradition not to bend steel into works of art. They had workers to do such things.
One night, after a falling out with her family about dishonoring the credits of their allies, she ran away to persue her dream. She knew there was people out there with ideas like hers. She wanted to learn every piece of technology she could and come back to her family, better then ever. She would prove them wrong for pressing her into a path she never wanted.
However she was the one to be proven wrong. The ship she took from her family broke down and she had no idea to fix it. It was beyond her young, rambunctious, mind. For months she drifted through space until eventually she was picked up by a grinneer scavenging ship. She never knew they debated on killing the young child, but it was deemed she could lift a hammer, so she could be put to work. So she was, breaking apart peices of her own ship they started to dismantle. Yet, she never felt like a captive. Life could have been worse for her. She was fed more then once if she did a good job, which she always did. Eventually she moved onto dismantling Grinneer technology. Days became weeks, weeks to months, months to years. As with all things, time gave way to affection from the crew members. They began teaching her their language, their culture, machines. She was, after some time of diligent work she never minded, treated with respect. Then everything she changed when the frames came. They tore through the ship like gods, gold and glittered. Her pseudo family, these scavengers that were just doing their job for their kingdom, were slaughtered, one by one. She tried so hard to stop them. Traps, explosions, everything they taught her, this corpus threw at the four frames.
The Orokin captured the young woman, after which they placed her on the ship Varida. She was no longer allowed to persue her love of engineering. Instead she was left to the void like so many others.
Until nothing...
When she awoke, she was changed. Nothing made sense to her, she was lost. Her body was gone, replaced by the frame which she controlled.
She begins a search that takes nearly three hundred years to complete, looking for any sign of her family, both corpus and grinneer. She never finds either, but instead locateds the crashed ship of the grinner scavengers. It had been five centuries after the attack. With nothing left, she travels to find her real body, where ever it may be. a decade later, with no luck in sight, she finds a new frame and a message... The system needs to be fixed... She didn't know it then, but this would lead her to the Remnant.
Welcome to the Remnant Tenno! Your technical skill will be greatly appreciated.
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12 hours ago, (Xbox One)MoonRipple666 said:
Operator's Name:
SavaThūn
Gender:
Female
Focus school:
Madurai was the way of the berserker, about stopping your enemies before they got to you. All who stood against her fell by the hundreds while she danced around, slicing through tendons and bone. She took great relish in dissecting corpses for her experiments.
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual
Race:
Orokin
Warframe(s):
Equinox: This was the frame that represented the Madurai way. The Day aspect crippling the enemy's body and the Night aspect, the mind. It in a way represented her lost link with her brother
Limbo: This was her brother's personal frame, the Rift a personal space where he could let out his emotions at will. This was given to her a week before his demise.
Nidus: She had received a request to modify this frame, the person who did dying the day after, leaving her with the frame as payment.
Weapons: Primary (Hema\Paracyst) She favors the harpoon of the Paracyst for it's ability to bring enemies closer to her so she can cripple them. The Hema is made from the Infested flesh of those that reside in the Orokin Direlect, leaving the weapon to be highly aggressive against enemies.
Secondary (Pox) This was one of the weapon plans modified by her, instead of an explosion when the weapon detonates, the air around them is filled with toxic or Infested spores.
Melee (Caustacyst/Mire) The More that she owns now was given to her by her twin brother he lay dying after being stabbed in the back during a Grinner raid, the Grinneer responsible is confirmed to be held in the depths of her laboratory, now a permanent subject to her experiments. She made a special variation of the Caustacyst, the blade being much longer and sharper, and the pole longer, now requiring two hands to wield, this weapon being made of a special mix of strain that she refuses to tell anyone who is curious enough to ask.
Biography:
Sava worked with the Tenno, they bring her subjects, they either got paid or received Infested weapons with strains that were highly aggressive in case the wielder was in danger. She spent decades working on new and perfecting old strains, sometimes merging the two. Her most notable achievement being that she created a strain that could drain the energy of the Void from the Sentients, rendering them immobile and able to be contained or destroyed permenantly. She had also worked in the Bio labs, bringing home samples to study them, her true art going into the Infested weapons that she crafted and let her strains assimilate the weapon, borrowing a few traits of the Mutalist strain of Alad V.She remains on Ceres, her residence a shantytown covered in patches of her strains of infested, acting aggressive only if provoked. She is scarcely called upon, leaving her to develop new strains.
She was born alongside her twin brother Savak'thun onboard the Manduka, nearly a decade before the ship was lost to the void. They grew up depending on each other. When the adults grew insane from void exposure, they stepped up to protect the children from them, repelling them back and in some cases, killing them out of sight of their group. They escorted them to the ship, of the group of twenty, half became assistants to her work, helping around and scouting for subjects. The other half spreading out, still keeping in contact with her, treating her as a mother.
She grew to her job, moving several times due to outbreaks in her lab, each location bombarded accordingly to prevent the spread of the strain.
Welcome to the clan Tenno. WE look forward to seeing your infestation obsessed character's development.
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1 hour ago, --Q--Voltage said:
You can cap daily focus before killing 2 Eidolons. 25,000 is far from great.
But it's still something. Quit whining about what you believe you deserve rather than what DE gives and just be happy you can even play the game for free.
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10 hours ago, Standoff25 said:
If they really want to challenge us make bosses or certain enemies unpredictable where you have to use either cunning, trickery or some form of strategy to take them down making them change things up a bit as things progress rather than making them bullet sponges or generally being undamageable. Another thing they could of done to have made the Eidolon/Teralyst fight fun is if it became desperate and went into a berserk kind of state were it flails around erratically trying to kill you in a desperate bid to survive. If they want to make things fun or make it more engaging they should simply change things up making certain enemies behave erratically to keep us on our toes and the edges of our seats.
Are you a computer programmer for game designer...? Do you have even the slightest clue as how difficult and time consuming that kind of programming is?
Do you also have this same complaint with other games? Because most games have boss enemies that fight this way, following a certain pattern. That statement is only valid if your argument carries over to all the other video games you play with bosses like this.
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On 10/20/2017 at 3:42 AM, EchoesofOld said:
Operator’s Name: Voph
Race: Orokin
Warframe(s): Loki/Prime, and Frost/Prime
Weapons: Braton Prime | Tigris Prime | Akstilleto Prime | (Ak)Lex Prime | Galatine Prime | Fang Prime
Focus School: Naramon
Bio: Voph, as many other Tenno, remembers little from his time before the Great Sleep. The only clue to his identity being the Warframes placed in cryosleep along side him. A Frost Prime, worn and battered, and a Loki, simple and unimpressive. The Frost lay dormant for many a day, Voph prefering to take his first tentative steps into this vast, unfriendly world in the relative safety his Loki offered him.Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to Months. Voph had rebuilt his Loki into one modeled after the original, more ornate and gold. He learned of the other Warframes, and began seeking to control them as well, and yet none suited him as well as his Frost and Loki primes. The ways of Naramon began to return to him. To understand his enemy, and exploit that knowledge to his gain. To this end, he commanded Frost to cut down scores of enemies, a bastion to his allies, and a line in the sand to his enemies. His Loki, a cunning scout, and sower of havoc.
Though Voph was all too willing to share his knowledge with any Tenno that crossed his path, he never settled in one place for too long. While he never publicly admitted it, he and Lotus never saw eye to eye. He would, however, continue to work with and for The Lotus, as he had found no higher calling in all his travels. Voph became a wanderer, always willing to assist the helpless civilians scattered about the Origin System, and offering a guiding hand to his fellow Tenno.
One day, his orbiter picked up a message. Not a mindless Grineer broadcast, but a fellow Tenno. A group as mistrustful of the Lotus as he was. This required investigation. A course was set, and the Orbiter slid into motion. Time to see what this coalition had to offer...
Welcome to the Orokin Remnant! Please PM me on Discord for an invite to the server!
My username is TacticianMatt#1582
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1 hour ago, Ember16 said:
Operator: Calia Aloysus
Race: Corpus
Warframe:
Valkyr Prime - A warrior's frame, Valkyrie was the golden death, slaughtering friend and foe alike in maddening dance to the Emperor.
Weapons:
Soma Prime
“If you can't hit a foe with a hundred bullets then there is nothing for me to teach you”’ -Dax Instructor--
Bronco Prime
“13 whereabouts unknown, 265 killed by Enemy, 45 killed by friendlies, 10 killed by Bronco misfire…” -Casualty Reports, Battle of Tagashou--
Nikana Prime
“You receive this blade for your success and you will fall on it for your failure” -Orokin SayingFocus: Unairu
Bio:
‘Born’ (if one can call it such in those days) to a well-off corpus family on mars, Calia had a childhood of comparative ease before she was whisked away by Dax warriors. Her memories of the time were of bright blue skies, a light wind and perfect sunrises that her father told her were almost exactly like those their ancestors had known on Old Er.
Not that it particularly mattered, all of that was gone soon enough.
She, like so many other children, was taken from her parents and turned into a twisted monster to fight even worse monsters. She was stripped of herself, body, soul, mind, to become an unquestioning soldier. She was tempered into steel and unleashed in a blinding blaze of fury.
And she was good at what she did. She had a purpose. She strove to receive her masters’ praises and, when that failed, she consoled herself in endless slaughter. She knew no fear. But, in truth, she didn't know much of anything. Why were they fighting? Who were they fighting? She didn't know. She didn't care.
Her masters died, as all masters inevitably do. She swaddled herself in their bloody clothes and cried herself to a deep, long sleep…
When she awoke, she was in a different time, in a different place. By some stroke of the void she was found by the Orokin Remnant. But she was, for the first time in a long while, very, very afraid.
---When Calia awoke, she did not recall much. Her mind was all in bits and pieces, like slivers of glass tossed about reflecting pool, each a single spark of some greater light.
Silver warriors and golden gods. Rifle buts prodded weeping mothers. Herds of children, all so lost and confused, being guided into those dark ships.
She remembered the red lightning. She remembered the upside down world where everything was stretched like putty. She remembered a twisted darkness and the sick laughter of the older boys as they cut out their eyelids to see better in the not-light.
Or maybe that was all just in her imagination.
She was a metal warrior. She had no doubts, only a purpose. Her sword fell through steel and flesh alike. The blood did not bother her. The screams for mercy did not bother her. Nothing could. She was fearless. She was a faithful servant, the loyal, mute hound. She was victorious.
Her beautiful masters lay dead or dying. She cradled their corpses and wept.
She was nothing.
---“-as you can tell, it is quite harmless… while asleep anyways.”
Calia blinked. The voice was muffled by both the thick, fuzzy glass above her and a heavy foreign accent. Each letter flowed into the next, forming an unbroken stream of syllables like water over stones. She thought it to be quite beautiful.
A new speaker’s following words were by no means as eloquent.
“You. Want?”
There was a pause, then the first individual inquired -seemingly just as confused as to the intonation’s meaning as Calia herself. “Excuse me?”
“You. Want?” The second repeated, agitation evident as it amended in that same gravelly tone. “You. Want. For?”
“Ah, I see.” The first said. Calia blinked, she realized that she too could see. She was able to make out the shadow of the man above. Her thoughts were slow, though she could have sworn she recognised his dress, even through the faded pane between them. “I am afraid this doesn't come cheap, my friends,” the figure continued. “a warframe and tenno, and so perfectly preserved at that…”
“Yes. Yes. Want?” the second interjected impatiently.
The man tisked.
“Fifteen million credits.”
There were several exclamations of derision at this, making Calia aware of a small, shifting chorus of other coughing voices just beyond the two.
“No. No Fifteen-Millhon-Credit.” another pebbled voice rang out.
The man did not seem particularly disappointed.
“Very well, though I am afraid my offer is non negotiable… so, if you have anything else-”
But the second was not done. With evident malice it said.
“No. No Fifteen-Millhon-Credit. No Credit. We Grineer. We Can-Will Take Tennho.”
The man paused. His next words were soft, slow and careful, though betrayed no fear towards -what even Calia could observe, befuddled though she was, as- the evident threat.
“I would not deem that advisable.”
“Why?” The second figure shot back.
Calia did recognize those robes! Blue on silver, flowing to the knees, could he be... a corpus? Calia smiled at the word. She wasn't quite sure what that term meant, but it elicited in her a deep sense of belonging, of family. Was the war over? Was she going home like she had been promised?
“Because that is an airlock” The man gestured to a vague smudge on the periphery of her vision. “And if you open fire, not only am I going to release it, but any of you wretches which escape will have to explain the affair to my dozen corporate interrogators waiting aboard this ship.” She could hear the cruel smile in his voice. “Trust me, they are well payed to make sure my vengeance from the void is payed out in full.”
Calia had not noticed, but the second individual had brought up a large, bulbous weapon while he had spoken, which now drooped quickly towards a misshapen knee. Something about the mannerism of the action seemed to give off an aura of disappointment leading quickly into anger.
"Swa Grik Maks!" It cursed in some gibberish language. “Fine. We. Pay.”
“Good.” The man opened his arms in a gesture of mock faith. “I thought you might, you know, you Grineer might be stupid, but at least-”
He was cut off once more, though this time it was not by a lashing voice, but by a sharp, deafening alarm. His posture fell.
“What. That?” Asked the thing- the ‘Grineer,’ a word that felt so familiar on her lips, in a rare tone of innocence.
The figure merely stood stunned for a moment. Slowly his pink lips opened, then sprayed a thin spittle of rage. “You filthy idiots!” He cried. “You were followed- you lead them right to us!”
A realization seemed to dawn on the second. It turned and quickly began ordering its men “You, Goruk- Tash-la- Tesch. Gaurd Tennho and Corpus-Man. Rest- Spera ku, hum klem!”
“Look, if you want to fight that is your prerogative, but me and my merchandise are not staying here!”
THUNK! THUNK!
The bulbous weapon had been raised again, now firing two quick rounds that tore the protesting corpus apart at the waist. His blood and viscera splattered the glass. Calia retreated against opposite wall of her pod in horror. Her mouth was open, eyes wide. She let out a small gag.
“Come! Kill!” The grineer motioned to its subordinates and soon all but couple lonesome shadows had fled the room. She could still hear gunfire.
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By the seven principles. She sagged against the padded backing. She could feel bile filling up in her mouth. She wanted to vomit, but there was nothing to throw up. Instead she dry heaved, tears filling her eyes, fists clenched and stomach rolling.
She heard something snuffling against the glass. She tried to ignore it. She tried to ignore everything. She wanted to go back to sleep. Why was she awake? She was not made of iron- she was- she was-
She looked down at her body. A flexible suit hugged her skin, neurodes poking here and there to expose a mesh of wiring and, beneath that… She peeled away a glove, staring slack jawed at the fleshy hand beneath.
She screamed.
She struggled and pushed at the door to her cryopod. The last vestiges of her dreaming fell away into a stark, horrible reality. She remembered being made of gold and silver and blades with thin gutters for the blood. She remembered killing and being killed, over and over again.
In a sudden gust of strength, the portal flipped open and she sprawled out onto a grime riddled floor. Where were the perfect white tiles? Where were the men with needles and soft voices to put her back to rest? She needed to find her metal body. She needed to be inside it, to be safe again.
She looked up. Something was staring at her with a puzzled expression. It had a powerful jaw and a full set of teeth, including two, long, body-tearing tusks. It was almost like a Kubrow, but in place of thick fur there were only tough scales and small-set eyes. Was this her body? Was this her warrior?
She tried to Transfer with it. There was a sharp pain in the back of her skull. Her body melted and poured into the orifices of the beast. She- it was in agony. It reeled back, eyes wide. She was riding it- she was in it. She could see in its small, narrow vision three others. They were like men- but in a warbled reflection. They were sick caricatures- just like their hound; like her.
The muscles and thoughts of this thing were all wrong. It wasn't made for Transference, it wasn't her smooth metal. It bucked against her reins and she- afraid she would fall- kicked it forward at the nearest of the man-shaped-amalgamations.
She fell on it roaring, all muscle and tufts and teeth. She could feel its strained skin beneath her. She ripped at it. This felt right. She could hear it shrieking, and she didn't care, she continued to dig into its chest, tearing out cervos and guts alike with equal ferocity. And when it finally stopped moving she turned her attentions to the others.
They had both raised those blunt pistols.She didn't recognize them, but no matter. She had been shot a hundred thousand times and-
THUNK! THUNK!
Pain unlike she had ever experienced. Large bullets of lead burrowed under her dermal plates, causing blood and her essence to leak out like some sickly blue, coalescing light. She pushed through it and threw her dying weight at the attackers. She killed one quickly, ripped out his jugular. The other she staggered towards and finally collapsed, weak body giving out.
She pulled herself from the beast’s mind. It was hard. The flesh was all sticky and part of her leg got caught in the chest cavity as she reformed. Maybe this last figure would fair better? She had seen all their metal parts. Maybe that was her body to be.She never got the chance to try. Another shot pierced her side. Then another. Then another. Blue light filled her vision. So many embers trailed her wounds. She lanced a beam of the stuff towards the figure, but it missed, melting and deforming the wall just behind it.
As she fell, dying again, the room’s far door opened with a hiss. The ship had gone silent she suddenly noticed. And in strode a golden warrior of old.
She smiled then fell asleep.
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Welcome to the Remnant Tenno. We look forward to helping you build a new future.
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23 hours ago, Flynxa said:
Operator’s Name: Flynxa
Race: Orokin
Warframe(s): Saryn Prime/Trinity Prime/Ember Prime/Nova Prime
Weapons: Sybaris Prime: She prefers the quick short bursts to full auto. It allows her to aim but still fire quickly and keep things under her control without wasting ammo.| Bo Prime: While Flynxa uses multiple melee weapons, she obviously prefers the simple staff more than others.
Focus School: Naramon
Bio: Darkness. Cold. She hadn't felt this cold since she was first unearthed. Her initial pod containing her first warframe, an ember, had been uncovered on Pluto a long time ago by the corpus. She had been rescued by a different clan. She was lost. Disoriented. They initially helped her to her feet, helping her adjust to things. Assisting her in freeing her operator from Luna. She stayed there. Working as an assistant for one of the scientists. That was till she discovered how.. Broken and dishonest the clan was. There was infighting. Backstabbing. No honor at all among them. The main leadership of the clan had broken up, Flynxa leaving with the scientist she was working for. The woman turned abusive, cut off from everyone else. She'd start doing riskier experiments. And then, while Flynxa was away clearing a base? Silence. The one other Tenno she kept in contact with - gone. And just like that. She was alone again. She spent time drifting from place to place till a signal came in. A group. More people. People, hopefully, not like the others. A chance.Welcome to the Remnant Tenno! We look forward to your assistance.
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Every single time I enter a weapon crafting screen (I do not yet have weapon parts to craft with) I cannot click exit and Esc does not work. The only way to get out of that menu is to hit Alt + F4 and reboot the entire game...
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3 hours ago, (Xbox One)Angryspy101 said:
Maybe, but finding an "ash player" who didn't spam old BS is as rare as finding an ember who doesn't keep WOF up for the whole mission
I'm one of those super rare "Ash Players" who RARELY if ever uses Bladestorm for the simple fact that Covert Lethality and Fatal Teleport work so much better stealth wise.
As soon as I found out Ash was the "Ninja Frame" I bought Platinum and then bought Ash. Then once I found out about Ash Prime, I worked my butt off to get him.
I've been using Ash almost exclusively since MR6 and I would actually like to see an ability change. I only use 2 and 3, and built Ash for Max power duration. So I have I believe 25 or so seconds of invisibility.
Background aside, I think Ash would work better with the following ability changes (I'll be making a forum topic about this formally later)
1. ShurikenStrength: 15%-30% of CURRENT enemy Hp
Affected by strength mods, caps at 40%-50% current HP.
Bleed Proc: 1%-5% current enemy HP as damage per tickAFTER shuriken damage unaffected by strength
mods.
Alt Bleed Proc: 10% of Shuriken damage per tick.
Cost: 30
Ex1. (Using 15% hit damage, and 3% bleed proc and ignoring his passive)Grineer Bombard at 1000hp gets hit by shuriken and loses 150hp on hit, leaving it with 850hp. The bleed proc removes 27hp for 6 ticks, leaving the bombard at approx. 690hp. The next shuriken does 70 damage on hit, bring health to 620hp. The bleed does 18 per ticket for 6 ticks, bringing the bombard to 512.
This would make Shuriken a great softener, as an unmodded ability especially with the augment mod. And a great dps ability for people who prefer Ash as a combat frame. (Damage values subject to change of course)
Ex2. Bombard has 1000hp, Shurken does 150 damage, and bleed does Maybe 15 damage per tick for 6 ticks doing a total of 210 damage, bringing bombard to 790hp.
A little less powerful, and probably more balanced, but these are just suggestions.
2. Smoke Screen
I honestly think smoke screen is fine as it is, although a slight duration buff would be great since Ash is primarily a stealth frame.
3. Teleport
This ability is perfect as it is to be honest, but a range buff would!d be great!
4. A cycleable ability similar to Vauban and Ivara or standalone
In keeping with the idea that Ash is a stealth frame, I would propose a complete new ability with a more ninja like function.
4a. Sleep Gas
Range: 15-25 meters in diameter affected by range mods
Duration: 8-10 seconds affected by duration mods
Cost: 75-125 energy
Drops/throws a bomb that releases a stream of gas that gradually spreads out and puts enemies it touches to sleep while cloaking Ash and Allies inside the cloud for the duration of the cloud.
4b. Wrist Blades
Cost: 25-50hp per enemy
Strength: Lethal Damage
Ash uses his wrist blades to deal lethal damage to enemies. Ash is not invulnerable while this ability is active, making it wise to use with Smoke Screen.
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This is the secret to conclave. Take it from a noob who just made it to Typhoon for those captura scenes:
Chroma: Spectral Scream, Adrenaline Boost, Vital Systems Bypass
Rakta Dark Dagger: Heartseeker, Sword Alone
Heartseeker allows you to lock on to your target with Melee EQUIPPED (not quick melee) within 4 meters. Rakta Dark Dagger grants overshields. Once you're locked in to an enemy, it's nearly impossible for them to get away before you kill them.
Vital Systems Bypass let's you be a little tankier, and Adrenaline Boost helps you keep up with enemies. Spectral Scream is good for an additional damage boost if you can land it.
Chroma's 1 is a kill Everything ability when ice or fire
And his elemental armor helps you stay alive a little longer.
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Hit me up on PC. I LOVE LOVE LOVE Lunaro. But I only play games of 2v2 or more even.
If people made Lunaro a real sport I would play and watch it.
Whiffleball
Soccer
Basketball
Football
Rugby
All mashed into one sport is glorious.
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On 9/26/2017 at 9:58 PM, Sensai0203 said:
Operator: Aridum Mise
Race: Orokin
Warframe: Harrow and Oberon (For they support their teammates and rather slay their prey with pride than to mindlessly kill them like a berserker)
Weapons Sybaris Prime (For its elegance and accuracy, Aridum will never miss) AK-Stilettos Prime (Aridum always favored dual pistols, these just sweetened the deal) Silva & Aegis Prime (The balance between offense and defense)
Focus School: Officially, Aridum was a student of Zenurik. Working in the shadows at some points, yet taking foes head-on sometimes. But Aridum does not let this define him. He has dabbled in all schools of The Tenno so he will truly be able to dominate the enemy.
Bio: Aridum was a simple boy of the Orokin Empire. He got straight As during school, took martial arts, and dabbled on the mandachord sometimes. His mother, a smart and caring engineer, and father, a bio-engineer, were quite proud of their only child. So proud, they wanted to take part of history and embark upon The Zariman Ten-Zero. I am sure you are aware of what happened upon that ship, the transformation, the twisting... the bloodshed... I will speak no more of the subject.
I wanted to make my mother and father proud, that is all. I wanted to live a normal a pleasing life. In the many months of questions, experiments, and therapy I fell into a deep hole of depression and grief. And then Margulis found me, she found all of us. She introduced me to the ways Zenurik. She was smart and caring... like his mother, his real mother. He wanted to make her proud. He learned the way of Zenurik to ultimate completion and dipped in each other schools but never fully completed them. After that, he became one of the quickest to ever master transference and the ways of his 2 warframes Harrow and Oberon. He made his Empire proud, and most importantly, he made Margulis proud.
The Old War, as we call it nowadays, was at its hight! The Sentient have taken the majority of The Origin System, and they were simply swarming over the gas planets. We didn't have as much defense as the rockies. Millions of Tenno have given their Warframes for this war, The Orokin were throwing us like darts hoping one of us got a bullseye. They didn't care about us. By that time, we've already been introduced to The Lotus. A woman from the stars appear to our aid, I still don't. But she did provide us useful information. She helped us take back several Solar Rails, we saved billions and lowered the bloodshed. We drove the last of The Sentient to The Moon and that was that. We served our duty, time to die.
The Seven feared us, they feared the power we wield. We could've overthrown The Empire at any time, but we didn't. We died for them, instead of with a ceremony they "protect" themselves from us stabbing them in the back by stabbing us in the back. They almost shut the entire Warframe project down. They probably did, I'm not sure. The last thing I remember of old is me in my cradle, almost ready to enter transference. She was making a few cradle modifications, the computer screen listed a few lines of code behind her. "Good night, my sweet angel." The cradle doors started to close, she smiled. But not a truly happy smile, the kind of smiles you use to hide the tears behind your face when you truly love someone. The Lotus stood behind her. The Cradle Doors closed, I grew colder and colder... and colder... and that's where now begins.
I later figured out what happened while I was in The Second Dream. What happened to Margulis, how The Lotus lied to us after all this time, The Grineer Queens and their Continuity... I know it all! But there is still much to be learned. I have finished learning the way of all 5 Schools. I have mastered my 2 warframes and weapons. Now it's time for me to find my own answers.I do not make The Lotus proud, not my tenno brothers, not my parents, not even Margulis... I make myself proud. I make Aridum Mise proud.
This is an Interesting bio! @Sensai0203! However, some of your lore concepts are off, unless this was intentional.
Message me in discord and we discuss you joining from there!
TacticianMatt#5248
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4 hours ago, Zord300 said:
Operator’s Name: Corvus Sangri
Race: Orokin
Warframe: Harrow
Weapons: Scourge: His loyal speargun that brought many years of death to everyone who came to face the business end of it. Plus, it saved his life in many battles.
Spira Prime: Those swirling blades will burrow deep within enemy’s skull to let The Void in. Dispatching enemies quickly and precisely - it was the best tool for the job. Besides, Corvus didn’t liked using guns much, preferring less noisy weapons.
Tonbo: The first melee weapon that Corvus was comfortable with. Used by him during the Old War and after, against Sentients, Infested and Orokin alike, it gathered a lot of dents but didn’t lost its sharpness.
Rakta Dark Dagger: That blade was taken by Corvus sometime after his awakening from the body of one of the Red Veil agents. Although he hated that group of fanatics, he was forced to admire how well it suited his own style.
Focus School: Zenurik
Bio: Corvus was born in the family of Orokin Scientists. He had a happy life before incident on Zariman, was loved and well-educated. The only problem was that he preferred loneliness to company of his peers. He had friends, like Mataeru, with whom he met with through their mother’s common passion - biochemistry. But in the end he was alone when the Void started its rampage.
The Void treated Corvus unlike most of the children. He was overcharged with its energy, demonstrating aptitude over what's gonna be called Zenurik focus school. But with energy and power came the Voices. Whispers. Screams. Words. One would become mad after hearing what Corvus heard and did to stay alive among the mad adults… among his family. But by some miracle… He didn’t. At least it was not noticed by anyone, until later in life.
Voices led him to group with which Mataeru was. He was accepted in that group of surviving kids without any question. They all were family now, touched by the Void. Broken and fixed at the same time.
Margulis was like another mother to Corvus. He developed his powers under her guide. He loved her. The Voices fell silent since she found them. But without them he felt some sort of emptiness. So he experimented with his powers in search of anything that would reestablish that connection. He allowed the Void energy to flow freely through him, collecting it at increased rates. But the voices returned on their own… when Margulis was executed.
In that moment Corvus understood - only the Void will watch over the Tenno eternally. Watch over Him eternally. For a time his purpose will be defined by others, but his devotion will be only to the thing...entity that made him special. Because among the returned voices...there was new one...familiar one.
Corvus, along with several other Tenno(Mataeru included) was chosen by Ballas to become one of the Dark Tenno. And he fell right into that. His Harrow, dressed in black and white provided sustenance to his brothers and sisters during their missions. And when he killed...he always whispered something to the victim's ear. Something that made them fear death from his hands more than anything else.
Corvus obviously hated the Orokin Empire. They killed Margulis. They left Tenno without the one who loved them. He found that many of his brothers and sisters were of the same mindset. He found that hatred even within Ballas. He shared some talks about her with him. They all were bound by same oaths and couldn't do anything about Orokin Empire...yet.
Until The Collapse happened. It was like a storm of rage and bloodshed. Corvus was there when it started. This was the vengeance he so desired, that complete and utter domination of Tenno. He himself searched for the Seven in order to pass judgement on them. No one knows if he found them. During that “cleansing” he was seen leading a small group of Tenno chanting something about the “will of the Void”.
When Collapse ended, he was recalled to the secret base on Lua with the rest of Dark Tenno. There was one question that was buffing him: Where was Ballas during that massacre, and where is he now? Did he get his own revenge, killing those responsible for the death of Margulis? Perhaps he knew where to look for them… Or maybe he was killed by some group of Tenno? No, that’s not it. Corvus knew that Ballas was the best of the Executors. He couldn’t be killed by normal means. So he went to cryostasis with calm heart, knowing that Orokin Empire of the Past will no longer take anyone’s mother from her child and vice versa.
When he woke up… centuries passed. New threats arisen. The Void was screaming for her “children”. The darkness loomed over the system once again. So the Dark Tenno became Orokin Remnants. His friends, his family now was working for the best cause possible.And Corvus took on himself the mission to spread the true words about the Void, to protect innocent and purge the guilty, and to find some other, more peaceful purpose for the Tenno. He knew that Mataeru will bring them to peace.
There was also the mission that he kept to himself - to find anything that remains from their old master... their Father.I very much enjoyed this read. You're in Tenno!
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4 hours ago, Xoneno said:
If there are any questions about this please let me know
Operator's Name: Aster
Race: Orokin
Warframe: Frost Prime with Harka Skin
Favored Weapons: Tiberon | Talons | Reedemer
Focus School: Naramon
Bio: "Can you feel it? The cold kiss of death has graced you, but your death was not in vain, for the frost will cover your body and encase you forever." These are the few spoken words that Aster graces his victims when he kills them. Aster was the perfect killing machine; cold, silent, and best of all deadly. His abilities were first shown during the Zariman incident, Aster was often noted as a disassociative individual amongst his fellow peers and refused to cooperate with the other children when it came to practice or even games. The same things would happen every day to Aster as the children would avoid him leaving him to his dark thoughts, which created the schizophrenic voices who called themselves Diz, and Emil. He would have violent episodes when the voices interacted which would lead to blackouts. Up until he was Awakened in the Outer Terminus with a Frost Prime in his possession, he remembered nothing but his name and the voices reintroduced themselves but refused to answer about what happened in the past.
Aster soon met the Corpus and easily saw there underlying deceit complemented with an untamable greed. It took Aster too long by his standards to remove the existence of these 'inferior beings' as he called them. It took months but Aster had near mastery of his Warframe on his survivalist campaign on Pluto to rid of the Corpus. But that is not to say that throughout his campaign he was still the same, Aster in his cold demeanor had ironically gained more emotions than he thought he just needed the right organisms to activate them. Now after hearing the transmission being sent out even to the Corpus Transmissions Station on Pluto Aster seeks to find answers about his past so he can fight, for a better future...
Alrighty, I like where this is going, but there are a few details we'll need to flesh out! As far as I'm concerned though, you're in. I'll send you a Discord invite after we sort through your bio.
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2 hours ago, AnarchyBlade said:
Operator’s Name: Locke, the final Proctor
Race: Orokin
Warframes: Harrow / Oberon
Weapons: Vectis Prime, Ferrox | Akmagnus (Truth & Deliverance) | Silva & Aegis Prime
Focus School: Unairu
Bio: Born to Orokin Nobility Yackob lived lavishly. As a child he attended parties, learned dance and music, he even gained aptitude as a rifleman by joining his father on safari. Then his life changed when it was discovered that his father, Yackob III, was head of a crime syndicate that took advantage of the lower class Orokin for his own personal gain. Soon thereafter, when the evidence was concreted he was dragged away by Dax guards. As the child looked on his father called back “it was all for you son, I did everything so you could live a better life than I!” A trial was held where his father tried to plea innocent but the evidence was simply too insurmountable. Instead of executing him there they decided that for his crimes he would be sent to the hall of Tribunal, there if he were innocent he would be sparred and could live out his life as if nothing had happened. Weeks passed and his father had not returned, most of his wealth was lost to the Orokin Court. Now one with the many lower classes Yackob tried to get by living in the streets, when an opportunity arrived for him to be on board the Zariman Ten Zero he took it, just to be away from the memories of a different life.
As a Tenno Yackob had very little skill, however one thing his father had given him was his saving grace, he has incredible accuracy and could sit in a location for days at a time if need be. During this time he was mostly alone, either covering an extraction sight of waiting for a target to arrive. Then another interesting opportunity presented itself, the thirty-second Proctor of Tribunal had passed away, Yackob with his indifference to company and keen eye was a perfect fit, he became the thirty-third Proctor.
The hall of Tribunal lies somewhere in the edge of the Origin Galaxy the only entrance a Void gate. Its purpose was for those who were found guilty of crime warranting execution, but still claimed innocence. Such people would be left there and should they overcome the 13 trial within than they are innocent and would be free. The job of the Proctor is simple, wait for a person to enter, explain to them the rules of their imprisonment, and watch as they try and fail to overcome the trials. A Proctor of Tribunal needs not their life before. It was in the grand entrance hall where Yackob took the name of the first Proctor of Tribunal, Locke.
“Man is fallible, however truth exists. This hall was created neither by man, or beast. If you are innocent then you shall overcome the trials and be free. This is a truth. If you are guilty then you shall perish here for your transgressions. This is also a truth. I shall act as your guide until you sentence falls, neither help nor hinder, simply observe and explain. For man is not alone. This is a truth.” Locke spoke the words to the man in front of him, as he had too many other people. The man claimed to be an Executor, this mattered not to Locke. All that mattered was Tribunal. The man scoffed exclaiming that the hall of Tribunal had to be fallible as well since it was made by man. He returned to the gate device and began trying to force open a gate to anywhere. The “Executor” had failed the first test, Locke decided on a whim to spare him the agony that awaited those who tampered with the hall’s devices and fired a single round from the end of the large ceremonial staff he held into the back of the man. The Guilty’s body was to be left as proof of the hall’s promise. Locke placed a small candle on an alter that stood beside the gate, lit it with a torch from the wall and then returned to his position in front of the gate awaiting the next to be tried.
Days turned into years as Locke waited, as solemn and stationary as a statue, yet no more came to be tried. Until at once the gate opened and a Tenno, a warframe, entered the hall. Locke was confused. Never before had someone entered armed with weapons, let alone a warframe. The Tenno spoke of a mission from the Lotus to uncover a lost Orokin temple. Had a mistake been made, for the Tenno was not here to be tried. No matter, the hall has one purpose, if the Tenno is innocent he shall be freed from this place. Locke explained the hall as he had many times before and followed as the Tenno cleared trial after trial until at last he came to the 13th trial. Farther than anyone before him had come. Locke and the Tenno stood before a large golden sphere, inside was a key that would open the gate and allow innocents to leave this place. The Tenno solved the riddle and overcame the 13th trial of Tribunal. The sphere opened, but was barren inside, there was no key, there was no freedom, there was no truth… The Tenno ripe with anger at this betrayal attacked Locke believing he was the only way out. Locke struck down the Tenno. An action, not of Tribunal, but for his own survival, when the warframe collapsed there was a searing pain in Locke’s head, some divine punishment perhaps, when it subsided the hall was in ruins, Locke took the warframe and the two pistols it carried, and returned to the entrance hall. The gate was open, but not because the Tenno had cleared the trials, but because more Tenno of the “Lotus” were entering to help their missing friend. Locke left the hall of Tribunal with them. Now aboard one of their ships heading towards the Orcus Relay Locke heard a broken message playing through the scanner. It was a warning about the Lotus, and a location.
Welcome home Tenno! We look forward to meeting you.
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Welcome to the Remnant Tenno. Be careful with your infestation...