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"There are those that hear the whispers of old; who hearken to shadows long since dissipated. For deep within the heartless stone, where light dare not reach. It churns in venerable shade, in the belly of Nirn itself. Those that can hear her wails and defy the indoctrination of her harrowing song of swarthy shadows know edification. Authority beyond that of any mere man or mer, reaching a new level of comprehension reserved only for the Daedric princes themselves.

Those that can exist, adapt and overcome in such a dreary world become desisted. Yet it is how they break that alienates them. Drop two bottles in the same room at the same time; one will shatter and spread across the floor in a thousand meager shards. And another will rupture, it's form forever morphed by its plunge. Resembling a jagged weapon capable of taking and protecting a life. While the other is to be swept and thrown away. The latter can be used as a tool, yet never are whole again...

This convocation, only attended by the truly depraved and dispirited is simply known as "The Conjuring." And those who so submissively doom themselves to a fate that can only' be known as a void are titled "The Conjured." I am one such fool..."

-Valerna Dro'Sileviaan. "Journal of the Pale Queen."-