Post by Jhulssysn on Aug 27, 2004 22:00:18 GMT -5
The drow strides through the city, letting all who would see that he is indeed drow, and almost hoping they would attack him for what he is. He had long white hair, very thick and very well kept. It was suprisingly long, down to his legs. He often ran a hand through the back of it for the mere pleasure of doing so, and walked past villagers ignoring any stares he might see. His cloak is long and dark blue, and in it was etched many Elven, Drow, Human, and even orcish runes meant to protect him, warn him, summon him this or that, but he would never tell anyone what any rune did. He was handsome as well, with smooth ebon skin and Emerald Green eyes that seemed to pierce into your soul if he looked at you.
His hands jingled with many magical rings or so, and around his neck was an emblem of a Naked drow female dancing by a fire, the symbol of Elistraee, though he was hardly a worshiper of the maiden of dance. He did take solace in her, praying for guidance and offering tribute some, but mostly he did whatever he wished. He walked upon a filthy rat infested hovel, an apartment area. He walked through the walls to the tenets "office" and handed him several gold. "I want a room. For as long as this will hold me. And I can carry my own bags." he muttered as a sidenote
His hands jingled with many magical rings or so, and around his neck was an emblem of a Naked drow female dancing by a fire, the symbol of Elistraee, though he was hardly a worshiper of the maiden of dance. He did take solace in her, praying for guidance and offering tribute some, but mostly he did whatever he wished. He walked upon a filthy rat infested hovel, an apartment area. He walked through the walls to the tenets "office" and handed him several gold. "I want a room. For as long as this will hold me. And I can carry my own bags." he muttered as a sidenote
