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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]Scratch & Val [@Apex Sunburn], Venn [@princess]
[color=FEE300]Equipment:[/color] His longsword; [url=https://i.imgur.com/0dnfaQH.jpeg]Retribution[/url] and a [url=https://i.imgur.com/TAGHTJ2.jpeg]healing amulet[/url]. A [url=https://i.imgur.com/92lzGaT.jpeg]backpack[/url] with supplies and his [url=https://i.imgur.com/pSHLAct.jpeg]lute[/url]. 
[color=FEE300]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/cVUVpsf.jpeg]Clothing[/url] and [url=https://i.imgur.com/pezKStD.jpeg]gloves[/url]
[color=FEE300]Gold Balance:[/color] 87
[color=FEE300]Injuries:[/color] New injuries; concussion, fractured ribs, giant splinter in his leg, injured shoulder, all bruised up. Old injuries include a missing eye, numerous iridescent scars, and a knee that aches when it rains.
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Ezekiel moved through the door first, ensured the hallway was clear before stepping out of the doorway and leaving room for Val to follow. He continued down the hallway until it opened into a high traffic area for the passengers. The energy matched what had been felt deep within the cargo hold; panic, confusion, and the ambient singe of magic was left in the air. A hint of necromancy too, Ezekiel was sure he caught a whiff of that rot in the air. There was blood splattered on the floor.

The attack had not been limited to the confines of the cargo hold. 

As he turned to head back down the hallway, something flew into his eye socket. It slipped right under the eyepatch and lodged itself where it didn’t belong. He could feel the jagged edges, the relative smoothness of the surface despite those edges, and most concerning of all, felt the uncomfortable influence of magic that was not his. 

One hand rose but hesitated before he touched his face or even tried to dig whatever it was back out. Instead, Ezekiel looked at both his hands. Entirely too filthy to be poking around for magical debris in his socket, he’d have to figure that out later.

He doubted he could pluck whatever it was out, or maybe he felt he shouldn’t pluck it out, either way; he’d have preferred a bug to whatever this was. He didn’t care for the sensation of outside magic, an artifact whose origins and intentions were unknown to him, having the chance to exert its influence. What strange continuation to an already vexing day that wasn’t even nearing its end. He limped his way back to Scratch and Val, who were in the midst of discussing the similarly strange artifacts that had lodged themselves in the pair as well. 

[color=EBA536]“Thanks for the help,”[/color] The elf cleared his throat, the expected question quickly followed. 

[color=EBA536]“Do you have one of…”[/color] Ezekiel looked at Scratch’s arm and gave a single nod. He looked in Val’s direction, hesitating before lifting up the cloth that covered what normally was an empty socket. Now a shard of mystical crystal sat lodged within the void glowing with the same intensity as his intact eye but with a blue and purple hue. He figured if the kid was the assistant to a surgeon she had likely seen sights more disconcerting than this. 

His gaze turned to Venn as he lowered the cloth back over the eye and hid the crystal shard. 

[color=FEE300]“You do not have one.”[/color] It wasn’t a question; merely an observation that the ship's officer was not examining herself for a strange glowing bit of rock. He found that odd. 

[color=FEE300]“The attack was not limited to the cargo hold. We should stick together.”[/color] Ezekiel suggested, on the chance that the enemy had regrouped rather than retreated, Scratch should have someone to watch his back while he did whatever needed done in the engine room. The ship continued to shudder as if it too had injuries in dire need of mending. 

There was no question what needed the most attention right now. 

[color=FEE300]“And no point in heading to the infirmary if this ship crashes."[/color] The engine room was the only logical choice. 
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