Forever Darkness Ashes of Eris CHAOS MATRON TEXTURE v1

Eris now has a voice actress! Please give your applause to the talented Marcy Edwards who you may recognize from Interesting NPCs! This show also shows Eris with her custom 4096x4096 extremely detailed skin texture. And to stick with TES tradition, I'm trying to allow Eris and her race exhibit different textures as they deprive themselves of human blood. The title word of "Ashes" is finally getting revealed as you see Eris in the first stage of "Chaos Matron" form. Her lips turn more red and avoid decay, but the rest of her body gets an "ashed" texture to show her dark powers in their most corrupting influence on her body. The black areas of her eye texture also close in on her signature red vampire eyes, revealing less and less of them as time goes on.

Hopefully, I'll be able to show this effect on her body as well, but that will obviously take longer then the face. The texture will also show more "corrupted" veins that are colored more red while in this form. Stay tuned for more updates!
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Once I was mortal just like you...once I sought sun light instead of shadow.

Allow me to share with you, a history never told. I hear your questions, even though you do not speak them. You wonder who I was, rather then who I am now. Do not fear, these questions do not anger me. Your curiosity may still be innocent, for now.

So I'll tell you my story, and only you. Be aware that my past can not be used as a weapon against me. Instead, my past is what fuels the wrath you now share with me. My legacy has now become your destiny.

Ages ago, I was a powerful sorceress, and the eldest daughter of a High King of Skyrim. I looked much the same back then, elegant, beautiful, and feared. I was born with amber-colored eyes and hair as black as night. This was strange in a clan filled with blonde hair and blue eyes, so while my parents proclaimed it to be a sign of power, others thought it a curse. Little did they know how right they were...

My clan were worshippers of the moon, so from birth I had a affinity with the night. I do remember the warmth of the sun, but the cold light of the moon always brought me the greatest comfort. It was another sixty five full moons until I was given a sister. Her hair was blonde, much to my father's relief, but like me, she had amber eyes as well. The curse of whispered dread began anew, which my parents quickly silenced. I remember one soothsayer that said we were damned and would bring death to Skyrim. My father was quick to remove anything that threatened his power, so the man was gutted in public, and driven onto a pike for everyone to see. His corpse stayed there for over a month, and the whispers went back to the holes they crawled out of.

Despite my father's success in keeping his people tamed, I could see that those whispers tainted his heart. Not only was he denied a boy to inherit his thrown, he was given two daughters that destiny sought to marry with death. It was this poison in his soul that began it all. Perhaps if I was shown trust instead of suspicion, and love instead of fear, maybe I would be bones long turned to dust. But when it comes to destiny, as I've come to know it, it's the greatest monster of them all.

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