Ezekiel

Baldon's Foremost Swords Expert Ezekiel (a.k.a. Baldon's Foremost Swords Expert)

By the time you read this, I will have surely passed…

Yeah, I know a couple things about swords. You could say that I’m… Baldon’s Foremost Swords Expert! And you should. You should say that because I am. Baldon’s…. you get it. Anyway, I’ve gotten myself into a bit of a pickle. See, a few weeks ago, I joined up with a couple of guys to make some quick cash and rob an unarmed caravan over in Zafira. Word was that this rich dude was offloading tons of jewels from the train and heading up the mountain to get the dwarves to make him something big. And… you know, in retrospect, this next part is going to sound really stupid. But, that rish guy wasn’t supposed to have any guards on his way up the mountain. Yeah, yeah. A caravan full of jewels and nobody to guard it. Who could pass up an opportunity like this? Not I! But I probably should have.

Fuck, I keep getting off topic. So me and the boys ambushed the caravan. At least that’s what was supposed to happen. Turns out, the boys and the caravan ambushed me! At least 10 spearmen, and 25 swordsmen in full plate armor attacked alongside my “companions.” Luckily, I had my trusty swords and some sticky fingers. I managed to fight them off just enough to grab some jewels and get out with my life. No small feat, indeed! Not even for Baldon’s foremost swords expert.

So I got out with my life, and a little money on the side. To celebrate, I found the haughtiest tavern in town and began to party the night away. A few hours into my glorious night, the door gets kicked in and a metal monster stares me down an points his gun at me.

I deflect the shot with my trusty swords and high tail it out of there. After that I wandered around, spent my money and eventually met up with you guys. Oh yeah... There's also this metal robot gut chasing me. It's probably fine

Pronouns

He/Him

Gender

Male

Eyes

Brown

Hair

Short, brown, and messy

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Pale white

Height

5' 10"