Witherhoard

Witherhoard
Attributes
Season	11
Type	Grenade Launcher
Slot	Kinetic
Ammo	Special
Rarity	Exotic
Damage Type	Kinetic
Description	"Like a one-man private security company." —The Drifter
Statistics
Impact	60
Velocity	21
Stability	67
Handling	53
Reload Speed	40
Rounds Per Minute	90
Magazine	6
Zoom	12
Inventory Size	46
Aim Assistance	84
Recoil	96
Bounce Intensity	4
Bounce Direction	Tends Vertical

Acquisition
	Season of Arrivals Season Pass reward.
	Monument to Lost Lights Shadowkeep Exotics.

Witherhoard PvP Stats

Witherhoard is an Exotic Grenade Launcher.

Perks - Curated Roll

Intrinsic

• Primeval's Torment — Projectiles fired by this weapon blight the target or nearby area on impact.

Sight / Barrel

• Countermass - This weapon is weighted for vertical recoil.
  • Greatly controls recoil
  • Increases stability
  • Increases handling speed

Magazine / Battery

• Black Powder - This weapon's explosives are more effective.
  • Slightly increases blast radius
  • Decreases stability

Trait 1

• Break the Bank — Blighted targets take damage over time and blight the nearby area on death.

Trait 2

• Composite Stock - This weapon has a versatile dual-purpose stock.
  • Slightly increases Stability.
  • Slightly increases Handling Speed.

Catalyst

• Silent Alarm — Increases handling. Holstering this weapon automatically reloads it after a short period of time.

Witherhoard Catalyst is obtained by completing The Bank Job quest. Its upgrade is unlocked by defeating enemies with this weapon.

The Catalyst gives Witherhoard the Silent Alarm perk and Masterworks it.

Lore

The Drifter slouches against the bulkhead of the Derelict, a pile of Dark Motes scattered across the table in front of him. He fixes his gaze on the massive Titan, the sharpness in his eyes belying his casual posture.

"I'm surprised you got the time to come around here, hassling me about these tiny Motes, Joxer. Seems like you got the big deal in orbit around Io. That's where the Vanguard oughta be." The Drifter's hand rests casually on the handle of a thick, breechloaded Grenade Launcher. "And ain't you Vanguard through and through these days?"

Joxer snorts at the irony. "I'm not here to hassle you, Drifter. On the contrary. Consider this a friendly warning."

"Friendly, huh? Is that what we are now?" Drifter's grip on the Grenade Launcher tightens. "Now you raised my suspicion. You better speak plain, Joxer, or prepare to draw."

The Titan shakes his head in exasperation. "Some people say those Pyramids damn near wiped us out once. Nobody knows for sure. But if they do end up hostile, it's going to get heavy in a hurry. And you don't want to be the guy standing in the middle holding a bag of Dark Motes."

"And what the hell business is it of yours where I'm standing?" the Drifter asks as he plants his boots on the deck. He rises to his feet, the Grenade Launcher dangling from his hand. "Unless I'm standing in your way."

Joxer puts his hands up in mock surrender. "You know what? I came here because I'm trying to change. Making amends. After what happed at Gambit Prime… I had to get right. And part of that is giving you some friendly advice to lay low for a while." He glances down at the Dark Motes. "But if you don't want to hear reason, that's on you."

Joxer trundles his way to the back of the ship. As the airlock hisses open, Drifter calls out, "That's real nice armor, Joxer. Don't forget where you got it."

Images

Weapon Ornaments

• White Collar Crime

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