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ERIS

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CROTA'S BANE

❝ Six of us went down into the pit. Only one crawled out. I am Eris... the last. I have seen what the Hive call a God. Crota... son of Oryx. He took everything from me. He will turn his eyes to Earth. And only a true weapon of the light... can stop his wrath. Now you must face what lurks in the Dark Below ❞
THE HELLMOUTH
Eris Morn is a Hunter, a former Guardian who became lost on a mission to retake Earth's Moon. With the system under threat, Earth barely standing and new intelligence coming in Eris led a six person fireteam in an attempt to retake the Moon from the Hive. Led by Crota, a God to the Hive, they fought, waiting for the right moment before attacking. Despite the knowledge that they had Crota and his minions proved too challenging, trapping and killing each member of the fireteam.

Except one. Eris.

With her friends dead and Eris separated she hid, biding her time until she could one day escape. Though Eris lived what had made her a Guardian was gone. Her Light - her connection to the Traveler had been severed, and the Hive that continued to hunt her down in the pit stole her sight from her. In revenge, Eris took their sight, an eye for an eye, though discovered more than she had expected. She could sense them, and things that were to come, with the cries of the Hive like whispers in her mind. Fighting to stay alive, Eris hid in the tunnels of the moon as the Hive did. She studied them, learning what she could, and discovered secrets that the Hive kept that would aid future Guardians. Eventually, Eris built herself a ship from what materials she could scavenge, making her way back to Earth.
THE TAKEN KING
Now an outcast, shunned for her constant warnings of Crota's return, Eris did what she could to warn the Vanguard. After a Guardian discovered the presence of the Hive on Earth they turned to Eris, giving her a place in the Tower and asking for her guidance. Eris set up missions, sending Guardians to defeat each of Crota's generals to prevent them from wakening his soul. Though each mission was a success Crota returned but was this time defeated by the Guardians, giving Eris the peace that she had long been seeking.

But it was not over. After Crota's death, Oryx returned, taking his Dreadnaught to the rings of Saturn to seek revenge for the death of Crota. Discovering this Eris contacted the Awoken, seeking aid from the Queen, Mara Sov. Though her Queen gave aid they were defeated by Oryx, and it took the destruction of Phobos for them to truly see what was happening - something that Eris had sensed was coming.

Oryx. The Taken King. He was here, and he was Taking everything he could, building an army to defeat the Guardians. After the Guardians infiltrated the Dreadnaught they discovered that to reach Oryx they would need to become Ascendant Hive, and the Guardians went to retrieve Crota's soul. Though they obtained the essence of his soul they were ambushed by the Hive and Eris, fearing losing them, pulled them out - confronting her fears of the Darkness in a refusal of losing any more Guardians.

With Crota's essence they were able to board the Dreadnaught again and travel to Oryx's realm, where the Guardians defeated him. With Oryx gone Eris boarded the Dreadnaught, taking the core from Oryx's sword, and stopping any others from rising to take Oryx's place.

GRIMOIRE

MISSIONS

ERIS MORN
❝ Eris Morn is the sole survivor of an ill-fated raid on the Hive’s lunar >fortress. It was Eris and a rag-tag Fireteam who, after the first charge >to take back the Moon, sacrificed everything to return in search of the >one the Hive call Crota.
Robbed of her Ghost, Eris remained lost among the darkest shadows of >the Hellmouth for countless cycles. Despite all odds she endured, using >the very dark she battled to emerge a changed warrior—driven, some >would say obsessed. The Speaker and Commander Zavala find her >compulsions a sickness, convinced she has been fully seduced by the >shadows.
Though her warnings of Crota and his power are often dismissed as >madness, Eris returns to the shadows time and time again, operating >as one of Ikora Rey's Hidden—a clandestine group of Guardians tasked >with silently infiltrating enemy strongholds and gathering vital intel for >the Warlocks.

Eris’ position within the Hidden may have saved her from the immediate wrath of the Speaker and Zavala, allowing her to take position within the tower to operate more closely to guardian incursions. Eris has been instrumental in providing quality intelligence on Hive movement on both Earth and Luna. On Earth she has essentially guided numerous guardian fire teams on a defensive stratagem, prevent one of Crota’s leading general’s Omnigul from developing her ploy upon Rasputin. Due to the actions of Eris Morn, this is the first time guardians from the City have had interaction with the shadowed Warmind.

“We tried once to hunt him, gave up all we were to challenge the ones >that bow in his name, hoping to deny him his power. One by one, we >failed. But I've kept watch, seeking vengeance for all I've lost.”

“I can lead you to their most unholy rites, and there we can taint their >faith and sully their offerings. But be warned, what we dabble in now >could bring us to a very fortunate but challenging future.” ❞
RISE OF CROTA
❝ The shattered one once referred to Crota as the god holding domain in a threshold between our world and theirs. He said he deciphered the means by which the Hive call to him. From all that I've seen, I now know he was right. ❞
THE HEART OF CROTA
❝ The Heart of Crota
Eris: Record this.
The Heart of Crota.
It is her blood that feeds their fury.
I thought Omar dead until I heard his screams. I followed them down, to the darkest night of the caverns below. What I saw—I witnessed all we fear—the villainy of the Hive on full display.
Among a sea of cocoons, and surrounded by thousands more freshly spawned hordes, the Heart held Omar’s broken body in a vice of bone and pain. She was peeling the Light from his body. How? I can’t imagine, and I have tried. Tendrils of luminance tore away like flesh.
With every strand Omar’s scream cut the dark and was met with a chittering chorus from the unborn. I can’t say if they were feeding off the Light itself, or the pain, but my guess is both—somehow, both.
The Heart, though I can’t believe she actually has one, seemed to be conducting some nightmare orchestra, nurturing Crota’s children, with the echoes of Agah’s Light. ❞
BLADES OF CROTA
❝ Eris: I have a feeling Light won’t be enough.
Eriana-3: Then we’ll take their swords from their ashes, and cut them down one-by-one, Blade-by-Blade.
Eris: You would wield a weapon of the night?
Eriana-3: For her—them? I will butcher any who stand in my way with even the darkest blade. ❞
EYES OF CROTA
❝ Eris: Something is watching us. I can feel it.
Omar: I hate when you say that.
Toland: Crota has many Eyes. Every god does.
Eris: We have to go.
Omar: If they know our every move, what chance do we have?
Toland: With their great age comes even greater wisdom. I have no doubt the Hive led us here with intent.
Omar: What are you saying?
Toland: For these disciples, we offer the greatest sacrifice.
Eris: What does that mean?
Toland: Do you feel your Light fading? They are offering it to Crota. Us coming here, we are the ones waking him.
Omar: He’s mad.
Toland: Perhaps.
Eris: Why do you hold these secrets like weapons, to damn us all?
Toland: Because they are weapons. And we are going to use them to show the Hive they are not the only ones who breed fear.
Eris: How?
Toland: You’re hunters—hunt. Find the Eyes that are upon us.
Omar: Then?
Toland: We blind Crota and use what's left of your dying Light to lead us to where these monsters seek to conjure their master. ❞
SARDON: FIST OF CROTA
❝ Vell: So this Sardon is one of these Swarm Princes?
Toland: In a stretch of the concept, sure. He is their lord and master. They are his generals.
Vell: Sounds like my kind of fight.
Omar: What isn't?
Vell: Eris and Eriana said the Blades rose first and slaughtered our brothers and sisters. If the one who leads their charge is within reach, I mean to end him—to end them all.
Eris: We are here for Crota.
Toland: I'm afraid each disciple is Crota.
Vell: Then it must be done. Know that I have faith in your Light, as I do in my own.
Eris: This isn’t about faith.
Eriana-3: It’s about vengeance.
Vell: It’s about the only thing that matters—victory. It’s about doing what we must to end this terror.
Eris: We will face them all, together. We have no time to fight individual battles.
Toland: I have no doubt the Fist will welcome your challenge, Titan. When we face him, you will lead the charge. Come, Crota's Temple lies ahead. If we can breach it, I'm sure another fight awaits. ❞
OMNIGUL: WILL OF CROTA
❝ Omar: And I was just starting to tune them out.
Toland: It has been told that with these screams another spawn is awakened, birthed in the name of the god it holds.
Sai: Crota.
Toland: I am afraid so. They call this one Omnigul, mother of the spawn.
Sai: How do you—? I'd rather not know.
Toland: Commands, echoed through the dark, fetid caverns—orders carried out with grinding stone and squeaking claw, skittering thrall and blade against bone.
Omar: Well, now he's on a roll.
Eriana-3: I hear them, even when I don't. I will tear this Omnigul's throat out.
Toland: If you were to do so, our work here would be done. Without a Will to raise its army and herald its ascendance, there is no Crota to fear, at least here and now.
Eris: Then we follow the screams. ❞
GHOST FRAGMENT: HIVE 3
❝ Eris: Heh.
Ikora: She still laughs.
Eris: It seems I have become more like the Speaker—
Ikora: Secrets have their places. Here, now, is not that place.
(and further along in the conversation)
Ikora: You saved us all. Your sacrifice—
Eris: I am still here. My sacrifice was—
Ikora: Enough.
Eris: And I should ask new heroes to fall… as they did?
Ikora: It is why we were reborn in the Light.
Eris: My Light is all but gone.
Ikora: Cherish what remains, but know that you have done enough. Your time in the shadows… I can’t fathom—
Eris: My role among the Hidden is an honor.
Ikora: None would argue. But it’s had its cost. Your place is to gather the understanding we need to wage these wars, but your own war is long done. Let those prepared to fight, fight. ❞
GHOST FRAGMENT: THE QUEEN 2
❝ "You don't have one."
The Hunter came to a halt in front of the throne, raised her covered face to meet the Prince's gaze.
"No," she agreed. "My next death will be my last."
"I know the feeling," the Prince said dryly.
The Queen kept her expression carefully distant. She sat reclined in her throne, legs crossed, surveying the two figures at the base of the steps. Beside her, where the Wolves' Guard used to stand, Techeuns Shuro and Sedia hovered instead, their jewel-like augments gently humming. To her right and just before stood the Prince, facing forward but his body half-turned back toward her.
"Your Grace," said the man before her at the foot of the stairs. His voice was soft but strong. When he spoke the Hunter started to turn her head toward him, then flinched as if someone had shone a bright light into her eyes.
"Thank you for your gracious welcome," he said.
The Queen inclined her head slightly.
"Before we begin," spoke out the Hunter. "I will say this." She paused, her head tilted up to the throne. The Queen waved her hand in assent.
The Hunter's pale lips tightened slightly, then resumed their usual stony mien. "Your Grace," she said. Shuro and Sedia shifted, a sudden rustling and whispering. The Queen raised one finger to silence them. Uldren's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. "I am not here for you."
The Queen stared at the Hunter, her expression studiously unchanged.
"I have no wish to play politics. I have no grievance with the City, not anymore. I have no grand hopes to end the war, for long have I known I will not see its end. I am here for one battle, and one alone, because it is a battle we must all fight, together or separately. So I will warn the defenders, together or separately. I will do anything—" her low voice shook with passion— "to end Oryx."
A silence rang out in the room. The Hunter kept her head raised, her ambiguous gaze directed at the shadows in the throne where the Queen reclined.
Then a small smile curved the Queen's lips. "Well said." She straightened, and leaned slightly forward so the room's light fell on her face.
"So let us end him."
GHOST FRAGMENT: ERIS MORN
The Tower's med bay was still. Guardians might operate across the system at all hours but even in the heart of the Last City, there is sometimes... quiet.
The Awoken man lay upon the bed like a broken thing. Machines monitored his every twitch, every aspect of his physical status. The steady, quiet blip of his heartbeat was the dominant sound in the room.
A small transplex window sat in one wall of the room. Hovering there, eerily still, was a Ghost. Its single eye reflected against the inside of the window, a steady red glow.
In the corner of the room sat a chair. Cheap, vinyl-covered, this chair could have been a relic from the Golden Age itself. And, suddenly, it creaked.
Because, in the stillness, there was another measured source of breathing in the room.
Eris Morn settled back into the chair, allowing the dark wisps of power she’d summoned to effortlessly flow from her back into the night. The green emanations from her shroud were stark against the dimness.
Almost as an afterthought, the Ghost turned from regarding the window. For a moment, three eyes stared at one, before it turned back to its watch.
Her face implacable, Eris regarded the Awoken in the bed.
His name was Asher Mir.
Irascible. Annoying. Cantankerous. She’d even seen Ikora Rey become... exasperated in his presence. Her lips quirked, very slightly, upwards. A kindred spirit, if she’d ever had one.
Her smile died as her gaze slid to his side. His Warlock garb had been stripped from his body, and she could see his pale blue chest as it rose and fell in the bed. His arm. His arm was gone.
In its place was a thing. The point where mechanicals knit with flesh was ghastly to behold, but the design was unmistakable to any Guardian who’d been in the field: Asher Mir’s arm was that of a Vex construct.
Her eyes flicked to the ghost at the window. It too, was transformed. The unmistakable outline of Vex technology encrusting and penetrating the small warden’s shell. That red, staring eye...
She stood, and stepped to the side of the bed.
Her voice was gentle, quiet, but its timbre filled the still air of the room.
“I am leaving, my old friend.”
The man in the bed did not stir.
“Soon I will take my leave of this”—she put her hands up, to take in the med bay, the City, the Tower, Earth—“lie.”
She placed a gloved hand on the back of his blue, flesh-and-bone hand. “I wish we could have spoken, you and I, one last time. But my story here is done. I have avenged those I lost. I must find...”
She stopped, and beneath the gauze on her face all three eyes closed. For a moment she allowed herself to feel the dark tears that flowed, unending, down her face. The eyes reopened, and her strength blazed in the darkness.
“I must find a new path through the night. The Hive are vast, and ancient. A power from far beyond our realm. If we are ever truly to face them, ever truly to put an end to their hate, I must step beyond the safety of the City.”
She lifted her head and looked beyond the window to the horizon. To the grand sweep of the Walls, the edge of humanity’s reach.
“Be safe, Gensym Scribe. A storm is coming. And I will not be at your side when it finds its way to our shores.”
With those words, and a gathered locus of power, she was gone.
The room returned to stillness. The blip of the Awoken man’s heart echoed from the machines. And the Ghost stared into the night, its red eye never blinking.
MISC
❝ Mark of the Duskborn (Titan mark)
"We called her Verok; it was her and her Thrall that finally overwhelmed him." - Eris

Acolyte Rung (Hunter arm armor)
"Mota was so close -- clawing her way out with bones torn from the Acolytes. Her fall -- Omnigul. You honor her." - Eris ❞

THE DARK BELOW ❝ We went to the Moon seeking vengeance ❞
FIST OF CROTA
SIEGE OF THE WARMIND
THE WAKENING
THE WILL OF CROTA

THE TAKEN KING ❝ Once I looked up at the stars. I was a Guardian ❞
THE COMING WAR
ENEMY OF MY ENEMY
LOST TO LIGHT
THE PROMETHEAN CODE
LAST RITES
REGICIDE
THE SUNLESS CELL
BLIGHTED CHALICE