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'''Title: Morn Cirith''' '''Author: Rune Artisem-OES''' ------------------------------------ I stood on the top of the Temple of Oblivion and looked over the onlookers. They had all come to see a grand event that would benefit Caina and the will of the Master. The onlookers were that of many, members of the Order, Cultist of the Pendragon, vampires, and even the Mayor of Caina himself. A small bookstand stood before me and on it rested the Codex of Oblivion, the most important text within the history of Caina. I opened my voice and demanded their silence. For now was the time to begin the ritual and to restore a great power of Oblivion. As I began my chants and readings that made up the ritual, I noticed a fixation that appeared on all of the onlookers' faces. An almost-zombie- type look as their gazes were upon me. Halfway through the ritual, a spirit appeared that began chanting and wailing dark words that even I had never heard before. It was beautiful. As we neared the end of the ritual, the one named Strider was sacrificed to make certain that Oblivion would be pleased. His scream was quick and joyful. It was at this very moment that the sky suddenly fell to the Darkness and lights could be seen emitting from the eastern side of Caina. The spirit that had been summoned vanished and appeared directly in front of the Temple. We all hurried to follow this spirit as it slowly began its march to the east. There it stood, in all its greatness. Morn Cirith. An ancient power that had long been sealed away in the Abyss before the coming of the Master. It was whispered that its power could even rival that of our Golgotha. We quickly went inside the structure and found many wondrous things. Ancient tomes, forgotten arcane experiments, creatures of untold power, the missing runebook library of Caina, and the lingering scent of death... Then we came across a being of untold power. I had only heard rumors that he existed but he stood before me. The Unnamed One... Ezerak... For it was his punishment to serve the entity known as Morn Cirith forever... All are welcomed to come and explore the tower that is Morn Cirith. For it contains many things that are surely to interest the strong minded... It certainly has many things to destroy the weak... In Eternal Darkness, Rune Artisem Arcane Master Minister of Race Relations to Caina Order of the Ebon Skull [[Category:Dark Lore]]

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