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[color=FEE300]Race:[/color] Aasimar
[color=FEE300]Class:[/color] Paladin
[color=FEE300]Location:[/color] Stormrider; Cargo Hold
[color=FEE300]Interactions:[/color] Liana [@PapaOso]
[color=FEE300]Equipment:[/color] His longsword; [url=https://i.imgur.com/0dnfaQH_d.jpeg?maxwidth=520&shape=thumb&fidelity=high]Retribution[/url] and a [url=https://i.imgur.com/TAGHTJ2_d.jpeg?maxwidth=520&shape=thumb&fidelity=high]healing amulet[/url]. A [url=https://i.imgur.com/92lzGaT_d.jpeg?maxwidth=520&shape=thumb&fidelity=high]backpack[/url] with supplies and his [url=https://i.imgur.com/pSHLAct_d.jpeg?maxwidth=520&shape=thumb&fidelity=high]lute[/url]. 
[color=FEE300]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/cVUVpsf_d.jpeg?maxwidth=520&shape=thumb&fidelity=high]Clothing[/url] and [url=https://i.imgur.com/pezKStD_d.jpeg?maxwidth=520&shape=thumb&fidelity=high]gloves[/url]
[color=FEE300]Gold Balance:[/color] 68
[color=FEE300]Injuries:[/color] Old injuries include a missing eye, numerous iridescent scars, and a knee that aches when it rains.
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He had not expected satisfactory answers, but Liana had delivered them. A hazy picture was painted: the location of her parents, the state they were in, and the nature of the curse. Curiosity tugged at parts of her story: what had led to them crossing paths with the fortune teller, why the curse had been placed, and the circumstances revolving around the death of the fortune teller. But life rarely supplied one with every answer, and there was no need to trouble Liana further for the unabridged version of the story. It seemed she struggled to share what details she had told him. 

Entirely understandable, trust was hard to offer strangers even under the best of circumstances, and requests for help were rarely unflawed. There was little surprise in hearing her and her parents had been betrayed by some fortune teller. Con artists who deal in false prophecy and leech off the desperate - they were an unsavory lot. What had transpired was a dark act, a malevolent curse that needed to be corrected. 

His faith demanded action. 

His oath demanded action.

His blood demanded action. 

The soft glow of the portal illuminated Liana’s features. Tears lingered in the corners of her eyes, her plea lingered in his ears. It must be a terrible thing to witness, watching people you love slowly deteriorate. 

Ezekiel had watched his entire nation vanish in an instant, almost certainly the result of some dark curse. It was not the slow, drawn-out wasting that Liana’s parents suffered from, but the end result was not too different - a helpless and devastating loss. 

[color=FEE300]“I lost my family in The Mourning. I do not wish to see another lose theirs.“[/color] He said with a solemn nod of his head. 

There was no other choice. 

Ezekiel ducked his head and stepped through the portal into the cargo hold without a second thought. What more was there to think about, besides the fragile lives of two people, whose blood had been cursed by a spiteful grifter, that teetered near death? And the chance to spare another an immeasurable amount of pain. 

His footsteps echoed in the cargo hold as he walked with the confidence of a man on righteous footing. The area was off limits to passengers, but he had a purpose for being here, and that trumped any ship rules. Without delay or distraction, he headed toward the back of the room, looking only for the ventilation shaft Liana had mentioned. [/color]