The Drawing Of A Sword

[Miquill 188]

As Ezekiel makes his way around Kalos he longs only for a purpose. He made his way to the dwarves where he found himself at home among his own. He makes his way around to find a orange-haired dwarf by the name of Olaf, and they soon found themselves in conversation. Ezekiel asked Olaf where the forge had been and then a thought struck across Olaf's mind. Olaf pulled out his blade in which he called 'Ol Redgi' and he asked Ezekiel to repair it. Ezekiel nodded with a smile and proceeded to repair the blade. Afterwards Ezekiel went for a walk and then to bed. In the morning Ezekiel came across a young lady dwarfling completely unattended and suffering from lack of attention and care. Ezekiel smile at the young one and picked her up. Ezekiel slowly walked up out of the hold and wrapped the babe in his robes warmly. He then proceeded to carry the baby to the docks with gentle care and as he was boarding the ship he heard a ring in his eyes as a legionnaire shouted out to him "HALT!" Ezekiel turned around to find an angry dwarven woman with three guards standing beside her. He asked them the problem and it seemed that they believed him to be kidnapping the baby. The dwarven woman began to shout at him and claim the babe was her sister. Ezekiel questioned why the baby was left unattended, but gave her up anyway. He was then jailed, tortured and killed. His golden blood stained the halls of the Dwarven Hold.

 

Ezekiel found himself awoken in a monk tent near the Elysium docks where he awoke not remembering much of what had gone on before. He began to wander about Kalos to find a purpose and soon found himself lacking one. He found himself calmest in the lands of Malinor and soon found himself climbing the tall mountain peaks in which he came across a small digsite. Ezekiel furrowed his brows at the word 'Mali'aheral' but then shrugged as he remembered that to be what the High Elves had began to call themselves in the last century. Ezekiel wondered why it was unattended  but with another shrug he found himself inside it and staring face to face with a large Iron Blade sticking from the ground. Ezekiel grinned with greed and moved over to the blade quickly. Ezekiel clasped his right hand around the hilt and grunted as he tried to pull it from the ground. He moaned in agony as he could not pull the blade out and he sat against a nearby tool bench and sighed to himself. After an hour or so of thinking he once again stood and moved over to the blade. He reached both hand down and pulled upward with a grunt. To Ezekiel's surprise the blade was pulled from the ground. Ezekiel dropped the blade and staggered backward, and after a moments hesitation he moved to the blade and picked it up. He looked around and then hobbled off down the mountain to stash his new prize.

[The Cleaning Crew 571]

((My drawing of a sword

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[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.