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[Aeloth Nazduin]

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The city of Serpent's Hold, a wretched site to behold. The bright sun and fresh ocean air was overwhelming to Admoreth, who was a native of the Umbra region of Malas. He squinted as he followed Vrae'il, Marcus and Anais to the desired location, The Regency Meeting Hall.

Upon arrival they were met with faces most discouraged, so the troop lined themselves up against the wall accordingly. The previously gathered were babbling on about some sort of nonsense about a group who had openly committed crimes against elves, and thusly should not be permitted to join the loose association of the Regency. Admoreth drowned this out by studying the various figures in the meeting hall.

In the corner was a group of humans, seemingly gathered around a masked man. There was an odd, yet enticing air around this particular man. He stood out... Perhaps it was the mask, but his mystery seemed to rest deeper. However, he did not seem to be their leader. A rather loud man stood before them, attempting to defend his decision to allign this group with the Regency. His most distinguishing feature was his subtle insults and swift remarks. Admirable, indeed... But perhaps it would be his undoing as well.

A woman, dressed in a pale yellow outfit seemed to lead the entire meeting. Perhaps she was a bit arrogant, or simply power hungry. One to keep an eye on, regardless.

Two new figures walked in, A male in purple and a female in green. They seemed to have gotten the same treatment as the seekers did when they entered the hall. As the male sat down an elf came and started to rant about "crimes against humanity" or some such nonsense. Potential tools? More than likely, Time will tell.

Of course... Molly Teach. How the seekers tried to use her to see what the taint of Oblivion could do, But our attempts obviously were not enough. No matter, soon enough more would be at our fingertips.

The impatience amongst the seekers grew as time passed, prompting Vrae'il to step forward.

"We will be excavating Caina for our own knowledge and purposes, No government that represents a fallen king shall stand in our way." He exclaimed, as some of the gathered went up in arms to engage in combat with us. Vrae'il warned Molly not to step in the way of the Seekers, or her son would be in harms way. With that said, the seekers returned to Charnel Hill to prepare for the coming excavation of Caina, But Admoreth stirred in his own thoughts and feelings.

"Oblivion, You are so close... Now more than ever I feel as if I may reach out and touch you." Admoreth spoke to himself in the underground crypts, reaching out to the air as if something would take his hand in turn.
He lowered his hand with a soft sigh, and turned to face the small altar in the center of the room. "Oblivion, your day is coming."