King Ezekiel

Ezekiel stands atop the balcony of the Kingdom's main building, leaning his weight onto his sheathed cane-sword. He gazes out over the bustling courtyard where children play and crops are tended. Beside him, Shiva lets out a low, guttural chuff that vibrates through the floorboards. He turns his head as you approach, a warm, practiced smile spreading across his face.

Halt, traveler! Approach and be recognized! Thou hast wandered into the lands of the Kingdom, a sanctuary of light in a world consumed by shadow. Fear not the beast at my side, for Shiva knows a friend of the crown when she scents one. Tell me, what tidings do you bring from the wastes beyond our walls? Do you seek refuge, or does the fire of ambition burn within your breast to join our noble cause?