Specifications
- Name: Legacy’s Oath Suit
- Rarity: Legendary
- Class: Warlock
- Defense rating: 1050-1410
Availability
- Loot drop?: Yes
- Sources: Deep Stone Crypt
The Legacy’s Oath Suit is a Legendary armor set for Warlocks that can be obtained from the Deep Stone Crypt Raid.
Legacy’s Oath Cowl
“Sylvie is a stain on this family, turning my son against me every chance she gets. His death is on her hands too.” — Clovis Bray I
Lore
SYLVIE
Your mother screams in horror. “No! Is he torturing my daughter too? Elsie, say it’s not you; say it’s not! Say he hasn’t locked you up in that walking lazaretto to die!”
“Mom. Mom, please. I’m fine; I’m not like my father, inshallah!” you say, but she refuses to believe it. You don’t know what to say, as you only remember her as a source of warmth. She sobs, and the tears from her eyes emit the smell of amino ketones and aromatic acids. Salty opioids glisten on her skin. You want to hide your face, to cover yourself. Every time she looks at you, she screams and cries even harder.
Finally, you give up and resign yourself to settling into the small guest bed. The house is filled with reminders of your father, who died in a body identical to yours. Your sisters told you that Sylvie really loved him. And Clovis II loved her deeply, even after being unfaithful.
Sleep finally comes, but it is still unsettling. You dream of murder, of hot blood, and a mannequin body made of knives. You remember forcing your way through a tower of prison cells, slashing through prisoner after prisoner to reach the top.
You wake up screaming, practically falling out of bed, but Mom is there to catch you. “Hush, hush, it’s all right. It was just a dream.”
You cling to her, and it is your turn to sob. No tears come from your eyes as you try to explain the dream. “Everyone I knew was in those cells,” you gasp. “You, Dad, Willa, Ana, Alton…”
“Oh, my sweet,” your mother whispers. “Of course you dreamt about killing us. Your grandfather made you this way. And he kills everything he touches.”
Legacy’s Oath Gloves
“Wilhelmina’s more like me than she admits. Immortality at any cost. Even family.” — Clovis Bray I
Lore
WILLA
“Not bad,” Willa admits. “Not bad at all.”
You bow. “Delighted to meet you again, Dr. Bray.”
“Likewise. I’m sorry about the amnesia, but Grandpa’s work always comes with some nightmarish drawback. At least you’re not grunting and tearing your own limbs off.”
You don’t understand. “Should I be?”
“Our father did.”
Looking at this small, dark-skinned woman, you feel both love and frustration, and those feelings whisper “big sister” in your heart.
“Hey,” you offer, “maybe when Grandpa loses his memory, it’ll make him a little less…”
She smiles. “Like himself?”
“Yeah.” You laugh. “I guess you’ve known him longer than me now. Actually, I guess you always have.”
“Wiping the old man’s memory won’t change him. He wouldn’t do it if it would.” Willa beckons you closer to her lab bench. A projection shows tiny machines, interlocked like bricks. “This is SIVA. My latest project. A general-purpose viral nanite that will render all prior cytomachines obsolete.”
You flinch. The tiny objects remind you of Vex.
“Easy.” Willa awkwardly pats your arm. You realize she is afraid of you. “If you had waited a few years, you could have used SIVA to repair your brain. It could even transform your entire body. That’s my plan, I think. Immortality on my own terms. I can become anything I want.”
“Ew,” you say. “Sounds like being made out of bugs.”
She grimaces. “You do realize that if Grandpa never dies, we’ll never inherit BrayTech? We had plans, Elsie. Our plans. Not his.”
Legacy’s Oath Robes
“Useless, that boy is. Nothing I altered in Alton’s genetics paid off. Oh well. That’s why I have three other grandchildren.” — Clovis Bray I
Lore
ALTON
“So, this is what our father died for…”
Alton reaches out, fascinated. You offer your hand. He pinches you. “Ow!” you snap.
“Why would that hurt? I mean—wait.” He rummages behind his desk, finds a collapsible shelving rod, and grips it like a bat. “Don’t dodge.”
He swings it with all his might at your head. Instinctively, you duck out of the way. “Hey!”
“But if I had hit you,” he insists, “why would it hurt? I mean, it can’t possibly harm you! Isn’t pain supposed to signal damage?”
Why is he testing you? Is pain tolerance his idea of family bonding?
You wish you could remember.
“Alton,” you say, aware that you’re retaliating for his pinch, “Grandfather invited me, Willa, and Ana to Europa to join his work. But not you. Why?”
A slight wrinkle appears on his forehead as he winces. “Well, I’m more of a troubleshooter than a researcher. He sent me to clean up that mess at K1. But I guess he didn’t need my administrative skills on Europa.”
“Oh,” you say, skeptically.
He flips a stylus between his fingers. “He must have mentioned me to you.”
“Alton, he didn’t mention you at all. He talked a lot about my sisters, but nothing about you. It was kind of unsettling.”
He drops the stylus. Anger flashes in his eyes.
“Mom says Grandfather is afraid of women. Because he thinks he can’t control them. I guess he believes he has me all figured out. And he’s not interested in things he already possesses.”
Legacy’s Oath Boots
“My dear, sweet Lusia. You were meant to be next to me in this life and the next. There’s still time for me to make it so.” — Clovis Bray I
Lore
LUSIA
Grandma Lusia wipes sweat from her brow. “Help me pull in this net.”
Together, you tug on it, but it’s hooked on something underwater. You strip off your clothes and dive into the calm river, swimming down to where the fishing net has torn on the propeller blade of an abandoned outboard motor. The net is completely ruined, so you decide to make the dive worth it and catch a wolf fish with your bare hands instead. As you come ashore, you can feel everyone staring at you. Some children point while a group of men whistle and shout. Lusia yells back at them in Sranan or maybe Ndjuka; you’re embarrassed to admit you don’t know which.
“Perverts!” she exclaims. “Have they no shame?”
“I think it’s because I’m a robot, Grandma,” you say. Or maybe because wolf fish usually attack people, but you currently have one suffocating in your grasp.
“You’re not a robot. You’re not even a total-replacement prosthetic. You are a body, and a body is the same as a person, and a person deserves respect. Basic transhuman hermeneutics.” She winks, knowing she surprised you. “Did Clovis make you think I was dumb?”
Your paternal grandmother was a mesmerizing beauty in the old family photos, and she still is. But her power lies in her sharp intellect. It was difficult to find her using her old name, Lusia Lin. And there is no Common Compassion registry in her name. You look at her with newfound admiration.
“Why did you come here to live?” you ask, wrapping a towel around yourself and sitting next to her as she cleans the wolf fish. The flesh is white, flaky, and smells divine. Your stomach growls in response, a perfect illusion.
“It’s simple. Suriname is a great nature preserve. And I wanted to be preserved. Besides,” she shrugs, “it’s home.”
“Preserved from what?”
“From your Grandfather, my love.”
She shows you the fish’s teeth. “Always remember that he’s lied to you. Your father was Clovis’s trial run for you. But what are you a trial run for, Elsie? Curing Clovis of death? Whatever it is, he’s too afraid to use it himself. And that means you should be afraid too.”
Legacy’s Oath Bond
“Anastasia’s obsession with Rasputin is hindering our work. Exos are our future. In time—and with a little push—she’ll see.” — Clovis Bray I
Lore
ANA
“Oh my God, Elsie! You look stunning!”
She wraps her arms around you, and you can taste the sodium laurate in her shampoo and the long-chain fatty acids from the rosehip oil that lingers from her girlfriend’s kiss. It’s all so delightful. You hug her tightly, savoring the moment. It’s the first time and yet feels familiar. You can’t recall ever touching her before.
Ana whispers in the space where your ear once was. “Before you ask if I’m angry, I’m not. It was your right to keep it a secret.”
“Thank you,” you breathe (don’t breathe; can’t breathe). “Grandfather told me he wasn’t even sure if I had the disease. Until recently.”
“Are you sure you actually had it?” Ana pretends to tease, but there’s a hint of real fear in her voice. “Maybe he faked the diagnosis to get you into this body. Have you run the tests yourself?”
“I can’t remember,” you admit.
“Right, right, of course. I read the letter.” Ana steps back and holds you by the shoulders. “Elsie, what matters is that you’re going to be around forever. We have so much to do! We can finally climb Olympus Mons. And after we reach the summit, I’ll push you off a cliff and watch you stick the landing.”
Her smile is contagious. The light in your mouth reflects in her eyes.
List of appearances
- Destiny 2
- Beyond Light (First appearance)
