Buried Bloodline

Buried Bloodline
Attributes
Season	23
Type	Sidearm
Slot	Energy
Ammo	Special
Rarity	Exotic
Damage Type	Void
Description	Shallow graves give way to old vendettas and hungry claims.
Statistics
Range	35
Stability	20
Handling	55
Reload Speed	36
Rounds Per Minute	100
Magazine	11
Zoom	18
Inventory Size	51
Aim Assistance	89
Airborne Effectiveness	22
Recoil	99
Bounce Intensity	99
Bounce Direction	Tends Straight

Acquisition
	Warlord's Ruin dungeon

Buried Bloodline is an Exotic Sidearm.

Perks - Curated Roll

Intrinsic

• Hungering Quarrel - Double fires tracking bolts. Landing bolts leeches health from the target.

Sight / Barrel

• Hard Launch - This weapon's launch barrel is optimized for projectile speed.
  • Greatly increases projectile speed
  • Decreases stability
  • Slightly decreases blast radius

Magazine / Battery

• Flared Magwell - Optimized for fast reloading.
  • Slightly increases Stability.
  • Greatly increases Reload Speed.

Trait 1

• 35px Violent Reanimation - Multiple final blows with this weapon grant Devour to the wielder.

Trait 2

• Hand-Laid Stock — This weapon is optimized for recoil control.
  • Increases stability.

Catalyst

• 35px Splitvein Lineage - While Devour is active, this weapon weakens on hit.

Buried Bloodline Catalyst can be found by completing the In the Shadow of the Mountain quest. After this quest is completed and the players break out of jail in the Warlord's Ruin dungeon, players must shoot a floating Taken blight, then stand near the corrupted totems corresponding to the torches that are lit up throughout the dungeon. After standing on the correct ones, as indicated by a text that "Buried Bloodline clicks audibly…", 3 times, players must then return to Hefnd's corpse and to summon and defeat Primeval Thressia to summon a chest. To defeat this boss, players must stand on the corrupted totems corresponding to the lit-up torches and recieve the Naeem's Wish Empowerment buff.

Lore

Shallow graves give way to old vendettas and hungry claims.

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."

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