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Job #523: Standardize book pages
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In time, we realized we required a guardian—one as ageless as our repository, to ward our histories against {{Lore Link|Lorkhan}}'s children's all-consuming march.
We scoured the {{Lore Link|planes of Oblivion}} in search of such a being. Many were found wanting: some the right hands of {{Lore Link|Daedric Princes}}, others less-known denizens of its darkest corners. In time, the one for whome we searched found us.
Ukaezai was her name. A mighty {{Lore Link|Dremora}} of great skill, capable of preserving the most delicate substances against the vitriol of our most destructive {{Lore Link|conjuration}}s.
We summoned Ukaezai and bound her to this space for so long as its stones would last. She would walk its halls and explore our most well guarded secrets in exchange for her stewardship.
We bound her to the foundation and the very ground beneath. So powerful was this binding that she will remain long after the ruins have crumbled to dust. We trust her to keep her task—for what is time, to {{Lore Link|Daedra}}?
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In time, we realized we required a guardian—one as ageless as our repository, to ward our histories against {{Lore Link|Lorkhan}}'s children's all-consuming march.
We scoured the {{Lore Link|planes of Oblivion}} in search of such a being. Many were found wanting: some the right hands of {{Lore Link|Daedric Princes}}, others less-known denizens of its darkest corners. In time, the one for whome we searched found us.
Ukaezai was her name. A mighty {{Lore Link|Dremora}} of great skill, capable of preserving the most delicate substances against the vitriol of our most destructive {{Lore Link|conjuration}}s.
We summoned Ukaezai and bound her to this space for so long as its stones would last. She would walk its halls and explore our most well guarded secrets in exchange for her stewardship.
We bound her to the foundation and the very ground beneath. So powerful was this binding that she will remain long after the ruins have crumbled to dust. We trust her to keep her task—for what is time, to {{Lore Link|Daedra}}?
{{Book End}}