Crafting Motifs 57: Ebonshadow
|Gem Needed||Tenebrous Cord|
|Level required to learn||Metalworking, Tailoring or Woodworking level ??|
|Sets in this Style||Unfathomable Darkness Set and Grace of Gloom Set|
Ebonshadow Style is a craftable armor and weapon motif style in Elder Scrolls Online. This Style is divided into several motif book chapters: one for each weapon type and one for each armor piece.
Where to find Ebonshadow Motifs
Chapters of this style can be found in Crow-Touched Clockwork Coffer which is a reward container acquired by completing Daily Quests at the Brass Fortress in the Clockwork City.
Weapons and Shield
Ebonshadow Style Gallery
Ebonshadow Motif Books
You want to be beautiful. Beautiful, and whispering. Whispering, and dark. Dark, and beautiful, an whispering - with claws, such claws. You shall be cold, and sharp, and dark. You will be Ebonshadow.
You cannot rest, you can never rest, so you might as well craft. Craft arms for Her will, craft armor for Her machinations
Do you see an axe? No, it is a claw, a glorious claw, a claw curved like the night sky. With a claw like this you can open them up, wide open, and let the purple and blue come out. It wants to come out. Pick, pick the axe like a pick-axe, pick and let the darkness spill. And it shall spill.
It wraps around you, secure, never letting go. Holds you in its dark embrace, like Her embrace. You're bound within it, but it's yours! You created it! Within your hands you have created this darkness, this shadow, this blac belt that binds you. Holds you.
You're already sinking into the shadows, up past your feet, up your legs. But it will not devour you, no. You've shaped the darkness. You've shaped, and strapped, and it has become a part of you. Boots which allow you to walk between the shadows, between the worlds.
It's cold to the touch, isn't it? Black ice. But your fingers don't slip. You grasp tight upon its ebony grip, and let the arrow fly. Piercing. It pierces right through the night, true. Quick. It pierces your enemy's flesh, and hot blood pours out. Hot against the icy arrow. Hot, but you remain cold.
You gasp and gasp, but you cannot breathe. The weight of the darkness consumes you, pressing against the lungs, but now. Now you've crafted armor to protect you. Wrapped around your chest, against your dully-beating heart. It will stop the weight. It will protect you from that crushing weight.
Her crows that laugh, and caw, and peck and peck. You must peck too. So you forge daggers from the darkness, small, light, sharp. Sharp, a deadly point. They must pierce the hot flesh. Feel the blood against your fingers, hot, but your hands are still cold. Watch the steam rise into the night.
Your hands are ice, cold, numb to all touch, but still you try to keep them warm. Thread the shadows, forge it to do your bidding. They wrap around your fingers, enticing, feels almost safe. They move your hands for Her dark will, but it's a comfort. It's almost warm. Almost alive.
Your head is full of secrets. Dark omens. Her will, the cawing of crows. Your mind is slipping, floating, must keep it. Safe. A helmet, yes, craft a helmet. It binds the broken pieces of your consciousness. Let your mind know only Her. Her will. She will love those broken pieces. She still has uses for them.
You're broken, aren't you? Pieces missing, something missing. This! Yes! This will make you complete. Whole. This will bind you together. The shadows bind us together. Create this and be one. Forge this and be one. Finally, be one with Her shadows. You are not broken. You are complete. I am complete.
Smash them open. Her enemies, they're warm inside. See? See the colors, running down. You're have no colors, but you can still see. You've forged Her will within this mace. Use its force against all others. They are warm, you are cold. Fee nothing. Shadows no not feel, after all.
The light will try to take you, melt you away. Their light. Their swords, their daggers. Their maces. They'll poke and pierce. Try to end you, but you are shadow. Never ending. Let this shield block their light. It shall keep you in the safety of Her darkness., In Her everlasting embrace.
Her will presses against your shoulders, heavy, unbearable. But you can forge the darkness now. Your broken pieces are held together the shadows, a tar that binds you. Become Her will. Then your shoulders have no weight, no burdens, nothing. A numb nothing. Save her.
Your magic once was color, was warmth and delight. No longer. You gave that to Her. My Mistress has your color, but has given you a power. A cold stave. A crow sits upon it, watching. Judging. Watching as your enemies fall, as you fall into the darkness. Deeper, deeper, the deepest shadow.
A blade of black, elegant, deadly. Like Her words which filled your ears one night. The edge is sharp, unforgiving. It's hungry, don't you hear it? It calls for warmth. For blood. Those who dare defy Her shall feed it. Hungry, like her crows are hungry, like you're always hungry. For warmth. For death.
What level do you have to be to learn them?
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