Eris Morn’s Story (as told by the lore) Well. With Shadowkeep something like less than seven weeks away I thought that maybe we could look back at the story of the next Location’s planetary vendor. Crota’s Bane. Also known as Eris Morn. [b] now. I will not be using anything from the truth to power lore book or anything from chronicon. One is a fanfic in game and the other whilst name dropping Eris in a more believable fashion, based on the stolen intelligence lore entry known as [i]forgeries[/i] she isn’t the author. [b] Now. Like most of the others I’ve covered their original resurrection is unknown. Eris’ point of introduction into any point of the lore starts with the Great Hunt. Here she makes her mark. Slaying at least three ahamkara alongside Shaxx and Zavala, Wei Ning, and Ikora Rey. [i]grips of the great hunt[/i] lore tab: [quote] Venus. A year into the Great Hunt. Eris and Zavala watched as Shaxx sat with the dying Ahamkara, a hand on its snout. "Is he gloating?" she asked. "I think he is too pragmatic to gloat." Zavala said. "Mourning, then." "Perhaps." The Ahamkara twitched, its eyes rolled up into its head. The biochemical glow just beneath its skin grew harsh. Zavala and Eris raised their hands against the increasing glare. Then the corpse exploded. Dirt showered the Guardians like dusty rain on a clear day. Shaxx sat silently in the resulting crater, covered in a sheet of green fire. Zavala and Eris opened their mouths to speak, but Shaxx interrupted them. "Shh," he said, as the flame quietly roared. They could all hear a disembodied whisper. But they were used to that by now.[/quote] [i]vest of the great hunt[/i] lore tab: [quote]Venus. The Great Hunt. The Ahamkara refused to die. For a day, Wei-Ning had been fighting it to a standstill with her bare hands, cratering it repeatedly into the ground. Eris had seen wish-dragons drive Titans mad by refusing to fall to brute strength. But Eris was pretty sure Wei-Ning was already insane. "Confession time," the Titan said, as she hammered punches into the Ahamkara's tentacled face. "I've been wishing this fight would go on forever." Eris balked. "Please stop, you psychopath. We have six others to handle!" "No, no. We want this. Trust me," Wei-Ning said. An hour later, six shapes emerged from the Venusian foliage. Ahamkara. Their compatriot, whom Wei-Ning continued to pound into the ground, was pulsating, growing stronger. Feeding. The others had come to feast at the same table. Eris pulled her Arc Blade from the air and Blinked. When the Hunter and the Titan finished their hunt, Eris thought she heard Wei-Ning whisper. "Did you say something?" "I was about to ask you." "Huh." [/quote] [i]strides of the great hunt[/i] lore tab: [quote]Eris and Ikora stood over a graveyard of whispering bones. An hour ago, this was a vibrant army of Ahamkara. "What did they offer you?" said Eris. Her stare reached for a mile in front of them. So did the grave of bones. "The same as you, I'm sure," Ikora stood buoyed by a gentle flow of Light, above the whispering bones. It was easier to concentrate up here. "Everything they say is true," said Eris. Ikora looked down at her sharply. "Sentiment like that leads to morbid places," she cautioned. "Yes," came the reply. "If you guide your Light north, I'll take the south. This will be quick—" "I think they showed me my life before my Ghost." "Eris. Focus." "Yes." Together, the Guardians summoned a storm of Light that consumed the bones around them. They ignored the whispers, but the voices grew louder, harsher as the maelstrom progressed. Soon, they couldn't tell the difference between the whispers and the storm.[/quote] The great hunt gear also shows an interaction between Eris and Mara. This is probably the interaction that got her involved in the hunt in the first place. [i]mask of the great hunt[/i] lore tab: [quote]The Ahamkara remain an issue. There's still so much we can learn from them but what they've done to Venus… no two Guardians see the same thing. Consultants from the War Cult have been brought in to gauge disagreements over timelines of events. One of our Warlocks stared into the paracausal phenomenon that formed over the Ishtar Academy and shot himself. (He is NOT an authorized Thanatonaut). Luckily, his Ghost hid from him beforehand. We managed to get him back. He has no lingering physical wounds, but he will need time to recover. We thought we were gods who had found an opportunity for more power. A silly notion to the likes of you and me, but the average Guardian has not been threatened like this. The Titans are beside themselves. We will take extreme measures. We must. But these creatures have such means… They will flee. Far and wide. Perhaps all the way to you. Mara, I implore you. If you hold your people as dearly as you say you do, you will end them on sight. —Eris Morn[/quote] Between then and the events of the disaster it’s probably safe to assume that Eris took part in the Battle of Twilight Gap. Befriending Eriana-3 in the process, most likely through Wie Ning. But now we get the great disaster. Mara Ibrium. The Slaughter. The might of the hive forces created to be The Spawn of Crota. Thousands lost in this battle. Eris and Eriana-3 sought out to avenge the dead. [i]Crota’s End[/i] grimoire: [quote]My name is Eriana-3, disciple of the Praxic Warlocks, marked by the Cormorant Seal. Survivor of the great disaster: the day we set out to retake our moon, united in a host of thousands, and found ourselves outmatched by one Hive champion of unspeakable power. The monster's name is Crota. He killed my friends face to face, one by one, and he relished it. In the name of all those lost I devote myself to his utter destruction. This is my confession. If I transgress in your eyes I ask for your forgiveness. In our world Crota seemed invincible. Together Eris Morn and I worked the problem, but found no hope. So we sought forbidden knowledge—the exiled master of Hive arcana. We found Toland. Toland tells us that Crota's presence in our world is a shadow. That its true power resides in a netherworld forged by his will. We must pass through a keyhole between realities, navigate the seething midnight of Crota's world-mind, and overthrow the ascendant champions that gather to his throne. Toland speaks—he hardly seems mad, at times—of the terrible things that await us. A secret song he hungers to learn, and the issue of that song, an ashen burning star-husk that looms above, the utter antithesis of life. He talks of it with a curious ambition I do not want to understand. Tomorrow I will ask Agah, Mota and Tarlowe if they will go with us. If we fail, I leave this record for Guardians to come. Remember us.[/quote] Together they fought in the hellmouth. Laying eyes on Crota’s forces. His Eyes. His Heart. His Fist. His Might. His Blades. And his Will. And as Tarlowe, Omar and Sai fell to Crota’s hive forces; Eriana-3 crumbled as the deathsinger’s song could be heard on the wind; and Toland was unmade by Ir Yût; Eris Morn escaped. She hid among the hive. And finally used an unexpected move to escape. [i]cloak of the great hunt[/i] lore tab: [quote]The Great Disaster. Years after the Hunt. They are dead. Wei Ning. Eriana-3. Toland. Sai Mota. Omar. Vell Tarlowe. Guardians live lives of loss. Everything around us inevitably turns to dust. When we come together, it's to war. Against enemies of humanity. Against each other. One of our few comforts is the knowledge that our peers will be there tomorrow. For good or ill. My fireteam has been robbed of that. I am lost in these lunar tunnels. Out of ammo. Short on Light. I am out of moves, save one. I clutch an Ahamkara bone in one hand, and my dead Ghost in the other. I hear a whisper. My vision is gone. My face itches from the viscous flow from my eyes. Though I can't see, I find that I suddenly know the way out. [/quote] Using her Ahamkara bone, she escaped. And came to the tower. With our aid we enacted revenge. We finished what was started years ago. We banished Crota’s soul back to his Ascendant realm. Then we stepped into the abyss. And slew him. With his own swords. (Continued below)