[sub][center][color=#B9BABC]THE BAR[/color]		[color=d8996d]Ezra Malchut[/color]		Recruits of Doral[/center][/sub]
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Ezra went to more bars. In total, he went to eleven. In each, the result was the same. He asked where the strongest was, that led to him getting involved in a fight, and then he was forced to leave the room. Yet on the twelfth, something changed. He asked an unsavory-looking thief where the strongest in Doral was.

“The strongest, eh?” said the thief. “Sounds like you’re looking for Rowena the Sidian. Lucky for you, she’s right there, in the back of the bar. Although I have to warn you, if you’re an outsider, whose never been with the Dark Lands of the Mordrem, her mannerism will no doubt strike you as odd.”

And Ezra was indeed in the back of the bar sat a woman. Hers was a slim figure of a pale white complexion that glistened, yet her frame was powerful and her shoulders broad, and from every muscle of her emanated an incredible strength not known easily to neither man nor woman. There was a fierce vitality that characterized his every feature and motion, yet his expression was neither savage nor somber, yet his smoldering eyes hinted at a great wrath easily awoken. On her table laid a sword, simple in look and craft, yet which held the veteran cuts of a thousand battles. Currently, she was feasting on a meal, having a tankard filled with beer alongside a flab of thick and meat, which she held by her fingers and ripped shreds of it off with her teeth.

“Oh? And who is this my eyes happened upon?” she said.

“Me?” Ezra said.

“Indeed. You would not play of the role of the ignorant, for was it not you that walked across the creaking boards and approach me? Or do you claim your fame to be as one whose is infinite, and by your appearance alone I shall happen to know you?” she said.

“No…so, are you the strongest? Of those of in Doral?” Ezra said.

“I have been in many duels to the death, and traversed many more than a thousands battlefields. I could tell you of the many Mordrem I have seen and slain, of the eldritch monstrosities I have witnessed, of the Eidolon whom I fought and of the ones whom I aided. I am a warrior, raised in the harshities of the Darklands, who has weathered the stormy onslaught of endless carnage. There are no warriors such as I within Doral,” she said.

“Just one thing then,” Ezra said. “My name is Ezra Malchett.”

“Impossible!”

“It’s true.”

“Brother? Even when I was child, I was never the chance to see you. Yet now…So, brother, what brought you to me?”

“A note. Don’t ask whose it from; I have no idea. It told me I could find you here.”

“And what would you ask of me?”

“Come with me.”

“With you? Well, for a brother I would shed my own blood, or even lay down my own life. And I’ve been resting here for far too long as it is. So, where is it that you are to take me?”

“Back to the Academy, at Oakridge.”

“Ah, to the abysmal land of rules and law. And yet what do I have to do with the Academy, brother?”

“Nothing, as far as I’m aware. But I need you by my side.”

“And why would that be?”

“I’ll try to explain, although I’ll admit I don’t understand it myself. In the meantime, though, I have to get back. There are probably a few other things I need to do.”

“Then I might as well come with you. Better to do that than to remain sitting here.”

[center][sub][color=#1a7b30]THE NEXUS REACTOR[/color]	[color=#1a7b30]Jaina Madison[/color]		The Nexus Reactor[/sub][/center]

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Jaina took a look at the light that emitted from Eric’s body, orbs orbiting arounding him glaring light. She was a bit at wonder at it, not because of surprise at the power of it, as she had seen things like it many times, but because it was, to her, something for her to have wonder at. And it was definitely something that’d help them navigate here in the deep darkness. Ollie seemed to agree, and Eric with his lights went up in front.

“Well, you heard the man,” Jaina said with a smile as she glanced at Serenity.

So she held up her sniper rifle, her trigger a safe distance from it. The place was still very dark. Every corner, every crevice seemed to be emanating with darkness, and it was enough to make Jaina more than a little uneasy. Yet she was not afraid, and stayed upon the beaten. She felt as though, however, that something else was here, watching them. It was just a feeling.

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Ezra finally finds the person he’s looking for, his sister Rowena. Then together they begin to go out and look for the people the Academy is seeking. Jaina, meanwhile, readies herself amidst the darkness of the Nexus Reactor.

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