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[Sethos]

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Sethos had been searching for the Codex of Oblivion for months now... with no “material” treasure to drag back to Umbra. Many would argue infact that he had “lost” more then he had gained.

He never truly was mortal, his flesh and blood a veneer put in place by his creator to simply out of vanity.

This had of course been useful, he had moved among them, observed them, learned behavior, habits and other useful traits. But there was no need for pretense anymore.

He had not eaten or drank since he last sat with Tyranthraxus in the Ghast Refractory.

His sight failed him in the dark Ice caverns deep under the Cainan ruins, so he plucked them out.

His left hand was damaged by wall spike, so he removed it.

But he was far from disabled…

There he sat, “reading” some ancient manuscript in the “frozen North” of Kos Heb, when it came over him, a compulsion beyond imagination…

His focus was totally and utterly directed to something else now, Oblivion demanded his full attention..parting his dried and parched lips a raspy hiss bellowed from his mouth:

“Umbra”

Then an instant later

“Kal Ort Por”