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The last thing Eziekal remembered was the wave coming towards the lifeboats, for a moment he thought it would be the end of his life. But ending up washed up on this island, only reassured him that he was fated to wash ashore. “[i][color=662d91]Thank you Dathon, we are grateful that you have brought us here.[/color][/i]” Yelping in pain from a crab biting him, throwing the crab from underneath his robes and into the water. He let out a sigh of relief when he remembered he had strapped his staff and dagger to his person. “[i][color=662d91]Thank Athzoth we have our things, now we need to find the Kaz’arak[/color][/i]” The necromancer looked around at his surroundings, trying to figure out where he could find the book. But his attention was focused on the other survivors that had washed up with him. Most of them seem badly wounded, some more so than others. 

The young man made his way over towards an obvious blind man, he had noticed the blind man needed the use of a wheelchair for movement. Ezekiel felt a kinship with the man, both of them did not have the use of their eyes. But he felt some regret that he could see thanks to his third eye. Walking over towards the man putting his hand on his shoulder. “[i][color=662d91]We know what it is like to walk in darkness, we will guide you into the light. Are you in need of any medical assistance? Do you need any water?[/color][/i]” He looked over at the others because he knew he was not strong enough to carry the man.  “[i][color=662d91]Is anyone here strong  enough to help us lift this man to safety?[/color][/i]” The necromancer took his hands off of the blind man’s shoulder. Ezekiel took a moment to spit out some salt water after lifting his mask above his mouth. Putting the mask back over his face.