#ebonarm

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[elderscrollsconfessions]

Confession: I feel like some of the lore is contradictory, and I don’t just mean old retcons like Ebonarm. I remember first reading that hagravens are corrupted and hate nature, but that’s clearly not the case now -- not for all of them. I wish Bethesda would put out a canon compendium with TES VI.

[vosh-rakh]

dance (and) change

Stendarr is not a god of subterfuge, but still he remains hidden among the trees, unnoticed by the two dancers in the clearing. It is a dance of steel, a clash of blades, and in a flash of light, only one remains. He is a stranger in a strange land, a titan bathed in ebony, with a wicked sword to match.

The strange man plants his blade in the earth and runs his hands through his reddish blonde hair and beard, relishing his existence. It’s enough to make Stendarr’s stomach churn. Mercy is one thing - this foul union is another entirely. He retches involuntarily, and the sound calls attention to himself.

The stranger reclaims his sword and, examining the treeline, calls out, “Who goes there?”

Stendarr is forced to reveal his presence. He steps out from behind the trees and replies, “I.”

A smile stretches the stranger’s face as he lowers his weapon. “It is a mighty pleasure to see you again, old friend.”

“Who are you? What are you?” asks Stendarr, displeasure clear in his tone.

“You may call me Reymon. I should have expected some confusion!” He laughs deeply, seemingly ignorant of his visitor’s disposition. “I am glad you have come to see me be born, old Stendarr. We have much work to do.”

“Work?” Stendarr stands as still as a tombstone.

“Of course! To eradicate the daedra from these lands.”

“But,” begins Stendarr, choking on his words, “you are daedra.”

“Not anymore, friend. I am something new entirely.” Reymon leans against his sword buried in the soil.

“The daedric influence can only be diminished by its demise.” Stendarr draws his own sword, but Reymon seems not to notice.

“I agree wholeheartedly,” says Reymon. “I have died and been born again.”

Stendarr, nearly weeping, confirms, “Yes, you have died. Forgive me, Lord Trinimac.”

In a flash Stendarr rushes forward and swipes viciously at Reymon. Reymon’s right arm falls limply to the forest floor.

Reymon grasps at the wound, wincing. “Ah! Aha. Haha.” He falls back, only kept from hitting the ground by his grip on his weapon. “I suppose I shall never let my guard down, even around friends. Thou hast bested me.”

Reymon’s face flickers briefly, showing the visages of Boethiah and Trinimac. At this latter Stendarr hesitates, his sword pointed at Reymon’s neck.

“Renounce this heresy,” Stendarr quivers, tears streaming down his face, “and I may grant you my mercy.”

Reymon seems to hesitate as well. But then he grabs the blade, turning it aside as he rams his shoulder into Stendarr, knocking him off balance. “I do not need your mercy,” Reymon says as he quickly takes up his blade in his offhand. He seems to struggle with its weight, awkwardly waving it around. He frowns, and instead jams the hilt into what is left of his right arm, fusing the blade to his wound.

Stendarr is dumbstruck at the savagery of the act, almost leaving himself open for the ensuing strike. But he manages to sidestep it, relying on the training he received from this old knight himself. He wipes away his tears and prepares for a battle.

Reymon swings again, a vicious horizontal attack that Stendarr barely manages to duck beneath. He takes this opportunity to launch a thrust at Reymon’s waist, hoping to find a chink in the armor. He does not, and the blade bounces off the ebony harmlessly. Reymon uses his spare hand to grab Stendarr’s sword-wrist, pulling his entire body up and over the towering god, sending him crashing into the earth behind him.

The wind flees from Stendarr’s chest upon collision, and for a moment he flails like a fish out of water. Then he remembers his composure and quickly climbs to his feet.

Reymon laughs, but it is not Reymon’s voice; it is his old master’s. “I could have easily killed you just then, Stendarr. You live only because of my mercy.”

“What did you ever know of mercy, Trinimac?” cries Stendarr, scrambling to find his proper stance. “You were always as ruthless as Kynareth and the others.”

“Perhaps so,” Reymon says, in his own voice, “but I am not Trinimac. I am more. So perhaps I shall try on mercy.” He raises his black bladed arm skyward. “Alongside my ebon arm, I shall grow a shield, a rose to abate battle and spare bloodshed. But I shall not be afraid to wage war when necessary.” He extends his remaining hand towards Stendarr. “Won’t you join me?”

Stendarr does not hesitate this time. He immediately lunges forward to strike at the exposed arm, but Reymon immediately retracts it, having learned his lesson.

“Very well,” says Reymon, shaking his head. “Then I take my leave of you. I hope that you will one day remember our bond.”

“I will never stop hunting you, traitor,” Stendarr spits.

“Then to you I say: Good luck!” Reymon brings his fingers to his lips to whistle, and calls forth from nothing a massive steed, befitting of the god’s stature. Without another word, he is off, galloping through the forest away from Stendarr.

Now that he is alone, Stendarr weeps in earnest for his lost friend and master, knowing that there is no turning back for Trinimac, and that his fate is sealed.

[electronicdelusionstarlight]

There is something incredibly weird in Ebonarm, the Redguard Chad Wargod (VS the Virgin Talos), being the enemy of all Daedric Princes but Sheogorath.

Like, why does he tollerate, pheraps even befriend Sheogorath?

Is it Pity over what Happened to Jyggalag? If so, why not offer the same courtesy to Malacath over Triminac?

Is it him being a funky little bastard? Why offer him this leniency when Sanguine is canonically Danny DeVito shaped?

Cases are 3:

1) Ebonarm personally knew Jiggalag, and is not bothering Sheogorath in memory of his old foe/friend

2) Ebonarm personally knows Sheogorath, and just decides to vibe with him for some weird ass reason known only to him.

3) Ebonarm and Sheogorath are friends to enemies to lovers.

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[?????] A spirit of vengeance... It sometimes appears in songs as a black panther, a warrior in ebony armor, or as a hidden sword.

--Excerpt from The Dark Spirits

[heckin-strange]

I just want to acknowledge the fact that Hermaeus Mora actually shits himself before his battle against Xenon. Like, he knows everything that Xenon has done.

He's defeated two Daedric Princes. He has another two Daedric Princes on his side, those being Hircine and Meridia(whether he like it or not). He has Akatosh behind him as well since he's the Dragonborn, and he's the freaking demigod of war, the reincarnation of Ebonarm. Apart from many more small stuff, this is what frightens Mora the most.

And Xenon loves every second of it.

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Ebonarm

Concept art for The Elder Scrolls: Online

Art by Corey Loving

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Ebonarm

Concept art for The Elder Scrolls: Online

*Artist Unclear* Possibly by Jeremy Fenske