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  1. Sir Ezekiel smiles at the news, "Alas... Only took decades of work."
  2. Pisspot the Foul offered Duncan a dark grin upon hearing the news. The man was a villain, through and through, and had no regrets regarding the ordeal. "If he actually had gold hands, I would've hacked his hands off and have been done with! A shame the only gold about him was his hair."
  3. During a quiet night, some many miles away from the battle in which his old friend was slain, the veteran Captain Ezekiel Moores would read the missive delivered to him by his squire; a list bearing many names and ranks, Orenian patriots whose lives were tragically cut short. His brows creased ever so slightly as the soldier's shrewd brown orbs glazed over one man's name: Senior Corporal Arthur Galbraith. Apathetic to the woes of war after many trying years, the man knew he would find no solace in tears or emotional outbursts. Slowly, the officer rose to his feet, pacing across his rather grand field tent to a small liquor cabinet. He filled two glasses with rich amber liquid, downing both with a sorrowful frown stretched across his face. It was not the last drink the Captain would down that night, though it was by far the night's most memorable one. "Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori." He would utter, a tinge of bittersweet lingering in the back of his throat as he returned to his station.
  4. Dark bags rested under the officer's eyes as he looked over the missive, drumming his digits against the desk. An unintelligible murmur escaped the man as he stood, glancing out of his office window and over the city, sleet pelting the bricks of Providence. Vivid memories of vile acts and gore flooded his head, as he set the paper down, pinching the bridge of his nose. "They're back, aren't they?" Captain Ezekiel Moores mumbles, to the empty room.
  5. "What was it that you young ones call it? Coping?" muses one Ezekiel Moores as he tosses the missive into his fireplace, offering the recruit a quick thank you before dismissing him.
  6. "What the f-" Mutters a bewildered Ezekiel Moores as a missive catches onto his leg. "These damned midgets..."
  7. "Hmmmm..." A certain Lieutenant of the ISA unironically considers the missive for a moment, before continuing on his path.
  8. The Lieutenant would laugh harder yet at the notion of lopping off their ears, picking up a dagger from his office desk and inspecting its sharpness, "Dare I say it, but I do believe Mrs Othaman deserves a new necklace, eh Captain?"
  9. "Oh! A most scathing piece!" Lieutenant Ezekiel Moores chortles heartily, before tossing it into his hearth, letting its roaring flames swallow the missive up. "God Bless the Imperial Elves, nonetheless."
  10. A grinning part-ambassador, part-soldier stares happily at the missive.
  11. +1!!!!!! Very nice 👍 I can't wait to RP as Irelia.
  12. Ezekiel Moores roared as raised his bloodied blade in victory as he looked over the corpses of his enemies. "Well, at least I didn't kill Jack." He mumbled, as a slight wave of guilt overcame him. He wiped his blade down with a rag and placed it back in its scabbard. "Still won though." The man sighed, before thrusting his fist in the air and letting out another fearsome cry of victory, "OREN AUT MORTEM!"
  13. "That's reassuring, I suppose." A troubled Ezekiel Moores mumbles to himself.
  14. "WHAT." Ezekiel Moores stood there in shock. If he were older by even a year, it was likely the man would have suffered a heart attack on the spot. "What... What the hell, Eugeo?"
  15. Ezekiel Moores frowns as he reads the missive. "Guess I can't be visiting the lads in Elysium anymore. Oh Jack, you were a wonderful friend. And you too, Ellanore," He says, in a mockingly dramatic tone, "Oh the cruel and fickle mistress that is Fate! Why must you punish me so?" He trudges towards the Bastion's armoury, rolling up an ISA poster and placing it in his satchel. "Hm. Can't be putting up ISA posters in the Ranger's Keep during wartime. Damned shame." The corporal sighs.
  16. XOCO

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    Ezekiel's recollection of much of his childhood is blurred, blocked out of his mind. What he does remember is small and insignificant, like the sound of spoked wheels travelling along dirt roads. His memories of recent years, however, were instead filled with intense anguish and fear. By the time Ezekiel was in his prepubescent years, he was already subject to hours upon hours of daily labour. Despite the back breaking work he had in the day, he was taught to read and write at night, scratching words into desert sands illuminated by moonlight. Travelling with the orc clan, he had also learned to pick up a bit of Blah, just enough to speak barely coherently. As he grew older, his master saw fit to use him as a gladiator, battling other slaves, for gambling and entertainment. Through sheer will alone, he persisted, fight after fight, until he finally lost. On the brink of death, his orc captor decided to finally end his suffering, offering a coup de grace. His parents, despite still in service, offered their lives in servitude to the orc to spare Ezekiel. Though the orc agreed, he was not willing to keep dead weight like Ezekiel in his party, choosing to leave him in the deserts north of Atlas. Somehow, perhaps through the intervention of some higher power or simple chance, Ezekiel survived and, miraculously, even recovered. Cared for and escorted by a cloaked stranger, Ezekiel travelled to the heart of the continent, to the Orenian Empire. Yet, even once free from his captor's grasp, Ezekiel was plagued by nightmares of the orc. Intense emotions of hatred and anguish wreaked havoc unchecked in his mind for months as the pair travelled. What of my parents? When he had finally reached one of the border towns of the empire, he was a reformed man. Inspired by the military might of the large nation, Ezekiel swore to not just take out his vengeance on the orc, but also to free his parents. It was then that he decided he would enlist in whatever warband was willing to hire him, whether it was sanctioned by the empire or not. His ultimate goal now was to become powerful enough to find his parents and pay the life debt they owed to the orc, by Klomp or other means, even if it would kill him in the end.
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