Isaac — Roleplayer Guild

Ezekiel awoke with a start, hitting his head against the top of the storage shelf he called his bunk and his mood was permanently ruined. He walked out into the main area with a tired look, barely awake from his night-long adventure. He plodded past the vending machine, grabbing a bag of chips. Opening and eating them without even looking at the brand, he chose a beanbag chair and turned to face his fellow cabin-mate and one of the best on the team. "Kristin. Can you take stock of the supplies we have left? Should we not have enough to sustain our group, we'll have to mobilize and capture a new store." 

After a quick deliberation, he decided to share what he had learned.

"Oh, and recently, I've taken trips throughout the city and there are demi-gods, clusters of them, who are guarded by Malamfor's minions and forced to give their godly power to him through sacrifice. We must take down his minions and put a stop to this ugly practice."

"Barring that, What would you say to leaving and finding a new home today though while it is still light? Our position is bad anyway. Whatever your choice, please tell me fast so I can plan a search party in advance." he finished, yawning and sinking deeper into the chair for just...another...5 minutes of sleep. 

During his slumber, He wakes up for a moment and sees a trail of golden, shiny powder going up into the sky and a demigod lying on the ground with blood already soaked into the dirt. The godly part of their power tried to return to Olympus, but was trapped in a circle of Stygian Iron. Nearby, he could hear murmurs of "No...Ezekiel. He's really dead?" and with a shock realized that it was him lying lifelessly on the ground. 

A vision? No. A Nightmare, maybe. This mission must get done and I cannot allow fear to rule my decisions.

Still, he couldn't help worrying for himself, and hated himself for even thinking that way as it all went dark.
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