Sickening Conclusions

Velentham left Ieridenth's room and passed through the band of roudy men who were fast growing drunk.  He walked to the corner of the immense cavern and sat down on the ground where the wall gave way to a nook.  It afforded a small measure of solitude.   He stared at his hands, his vision still milk white, his own visage slowly changing from bright light in the midst of the  white, to a dimmer color.  Gray. 

There was no mistaking what it meant.  He wasn't clean in his own consciousness, and it was growing apparent.  It had to be  his agreement with Ieridenth, siding with the sleazy undercurrent of this world, that was changing him.  There was no other reason that he could accept. 

Velentham let out a growling sigh and shook his head.  At least if he could get out of here, his vision would have some level of normalcy.  He wouldn't have to see what he'd become.  But even with freedom... he could never return home.  The ties that held him, kept him above everything, his birthright, was no longer his.  He had everything taken from him - his righteousness, his standing, his ability to stand behind his people.  He was like a butterfly with its wings pulled off - a caterpillar with memories of flight.

His eyes narrowed a bit more.  All he'd ever wanted was the love of Sanria, the comfort of his father's demi-plane, and a family that he could raise and protect.  At least he punished his cousin thoroughly for ruining that, even if it did mean he had to kill what he loved. 

Velentham felt the twinge in his gut and his anger elevate.  It was difficult enough to be in this place, surrounded by evil,  but with each negative emotion, he began to spiral farther down still.  Why not get out of here and do whatever he wanted?  He was still better than everyone else, smarter than even the tribunal that sentenced him here.  There was no reason he wouldn't be able to command numbers to do as he willed.  There was nothing left to stop him.

As Velentham felt these thoughts, realizing he wanted nothing but to punish everyone alive for how he felt,  he also noticed the gray color of himself in his vision ever growing darker - increment by increment.

Making Plans for Escape

"Yes.  Even those, I guess."

Ieridenth grinned broadly and sat on his desk.  He leaned forward, his face near to Velentham's.  "Don't you know that is such a  coincidence that I could cloak us as those beasts to get us to the first portal.  If you could use your magic..."
"And what happens when we get out, idiot?  Where do you think we can go?  I can't do what my father did, so-"
"What does that matter?" Ieridenth soothed.  "If we can get to the Outlands, we can do wherever we want.  Stay in Torch, or move to other places.  Sigil is right up the spire-"
"I know," Velentham spat.
"Then, what would you have?  Here, or freedom?"

Ieridenth smiled, a look of gracious magnanimity infiltrating his every feature.  He held to the hope that the desire to be free of this place would course through Velentham's heart - and he wasn't disappointed.  "So," Velentham said quietly, "You disguise us as insects and get us to the portals.  I read them and unlock them, and lead us out to Torch?"
"Yes."
"So I do all the work."

Ieridenth felt the cold chill of hatred run through him for a moment before he smiled again.  The arrogance of this one was unparalleled.
"Without me you would have no hope of finding the portals.  I feel that is beyond equal in our escape."
"And what of your - men?"
"Those of simple minds must fend for themselves, right?  After all, they are not Celestial as we are.  Hell is not a proper home for  our greatness.  Wouldn't you agree?"
"And what if we must fight?"
"Then we must.  Once in Torch, we can part ways, or, if you'd like, you could hire my services."
"What need would I possibly have of you?"
"One never knows when my special talents will come in handy."

Exploitation of Treasure

Ieridenth read for a long while, ignoring the sounds of raucous and drunken laughter from beyond his door.  His eyes were intent on the passage before him:

"Guardinals are all known to possess the ability to speak with any animal."

Did any animal include insects?  Ieridenth sat back for a moment, his fingers on his chin.  If he could disguise himself and Velentham as Mezzoloths, even speaking as them, they might have a chance. The problem would be ensuring Velentham didn't go crazy.  He was already spiraling down the longer he was here.  It aggravated Ieridenth having to call off his men to deal with the petty squabbles they all got into. 

He closed the book and placed it beneath a few others on the pile beside his desk.  Then he got up and walked to the door, peeking his head out.  "Friend, Velentham," he called.  Once he had Velentham's attention, he waved a hand.  "Come, let's chat."
"What do you want?" Velentham said as he approached.

Ieridenth closed the door behind them, noting how big Velentham seemed in the small space of his room.  He held his hand out to his chair.  "Please, sit."  Velentham obeyed.  "How good are you at reading runes?""Expert," the Guardinal snorted.
"Even demonic runes?"
"Runes are simple, much like those who can't read them."

Ieridenth let the insult slide and he grinned lightly.  "I have a proposition for you, my friend.  One I think would be mutually beneficial for both of us."
"Go on."
"There are portals in this land which lead to the various levels of Gehenna and eventually," here Ieridenth paused and fluttered his hand to the sky in a grand gesture, "out."
"That is how most of these forsaken places work.  What is the proposition?"
"You can speak to animals, can you not?"
"I try not to link with simple minds." Again, Ieridenth let the insult slide.  "But you can."
"Yes."
"Even those insects that had you on the ground simpering like an invalid and ready to accept death?"

This time, Ieridenth smiled at the fresh bloom of red that came over Velentham's cheeks.  Insult delivered, action required.

The Old College Try (1-2)

'Sanria?'
'What?  What do you want?!'
'I want to know  if you could spare a few moments, I'm here with Colin.'
'Is that so?  Are  you on your  knees with him this time?  What more can you do to me, Kaliadra?  You send him to me and then you turn prostitute again?'
'It is not that way, I assure you...'
'You  assure me, you whore.  Leave  me be.  You've done enough already.'
'Please... I will only ask this then do as you bid.'

Sanria  growled her spell and appeared in her old den where Kaliadra sat beside Colin.  The  gladiator was very obviously nursing a hangover, and it infuriated Sanria.  "So.  You  were drunk.  So what do you two want?"
"I just... I had a bit too much to drink and I don't quite remember what happened last night."
"You don't?"  Sanria  tried to  keep her voice even.  It wasn't working.
"I, uh, sort of remember  talking to Kaliadra.  And then I thought maybe I  dreamed of, um,  being with you. But  maybe that wasn't a dream after all..."
"No.  It wasn't."
"I... I  just don't know  how to do  this Sanria.  I thought I could.  I really did..."
"What  do you mean, you  thought you could?"  And here, panic crept into Sanria's mind.  This couldn't be happening.
"Be without  you.  Live without you.  Bear the thought of you being with him, a part of some other family. It's not right Sanria.  It's just not.  I know it, and you know it."
"I'm married  to him, Colin... I'm pregnant  with his child.  I... do... love him.  Maybe  not like I should, Gods know... but..."  The words all sounded so familiar, it sickened Sanria of her own self.
"I know  you two  are married.  But Sanria Eosos?  It doesn't even sound right."

Sanria looked to the fire.  He had echoed the same exact thought she had from the moment the wedding had concluded, the same thought she had each day she woke and  looked herself in the mirror.  What she couldn't admit to anyone- ever. "I thought doing what I did with Kaliadra might somehow change things..." he continued. "Put an end to it... force me to do what I thought I couldn't otherwise.  But, Sanria, it just hurts even more."
"Yes.  It does."
"I don't know how to live with that hole inside of me.  You are supposed to be with me. You are supposed to be my wife.  Nothing else has been so clear to me."

He got up and came to her, his hands held before him, and Sanria felt as if he were begging.  She had to maintain her resolve.  "You told me that it was for the best..." she reminded him.
"It's just eating me up inside. I thought it would get easier... but it's only killing me more and more."

He neared her, and Sanria felt the gravity as sure and as strong as ever. Always, it  was the same.  The mere proximity of Colin had the same outcome as two drops of water within a short distance.  Molecules vibrating until  they collide and  merge, and so it was when Colin reached out and pulled her  suddenly to him.  "This is supposed to be our time together. Really together, like we haven't been for so long."

Sanria  felt him breathing in her hair, felt herself melting into him as he held her.  She finally resisted, though she could not exit his grasp.
"Colin... you have to let go..." she said quietly.
"I don't want to ever let you go Sanria."
"Colin... I'm with Gilean... I am with him now..."
"But you aren't supposed to be with him. You're supposed to be with me."

Sanria did resist, much more than before.  She threatened, telling Colin she would not see him again no matter what.  She bargained and asked him to leave  her alone, but her words were nothing against the forces working  in her body.  She hated how weak she  was, how incapable she was of simply leaving or using magic to keep Colin at bay. It was the one thing he knew about her, the power he held over her, the physical.
"I'm with Gilean, Colin.  I'm his wife," she protested half-heartedly.
"No.  I don't see you as his wife. You will forever be my wife.  You belong to me."

He  begged her to stay, but  with her body sated, Sanria's mind could at last  work again.  "I  will not  see you  again, Colin.  Ever.  This can never happen again."
"Please, don't say that."
"What about Gilean?  Wasn't he your friend?"
"I don't care about Gilean."
"What about Matinus?  Nioma?"
"Stop... I don't want to hear it."
"You  need to hear it," she pressed.  "This cannot happen again.  I will make sure it doesn't."

Sanria disappeared to the safety of her office, sending a tell to Gilean to inform  him she'd be working late.  She sunk down into her chair, her head in her hands.  Why she  could never do what she meant to do, Sanria did not understand.  It seemed every step she took was the wrong one.  A matter of  inability to stay on one path.  'No,' she thought to herself, 'this time will be different.  This time, I will make this stop.  I have to.'

Shamefaced and Guilty

A diary entry left open upon a small white table:

Gods,  what have I done?  No... not  even Gods, for  they have long been dead and  gone.  I sent Colin  drunk and  raving to Sanria and of course what I anticipated happening did, in fact, happen. It was foolish of me, I realize that and now I have to deal with the emotions from her.

I have returned from  the cavern, to talk to  Colin who did not remember anything at all.  I contacted  Sanria, who promptly gave me an earful of vitriol  before finally agreeing to even see the two of us.  Then, ah, I must admit  to myself my cowardice... they  began talking in a most personal  fashion and I  left.  I left amidst Sanria's protests not to... I could do  nothing to help it... cowardice  and a pang of  jealousy.  Not over Colin, but over the devotion. The man is nearly singleminded in his desire for her.  It brought back old thoughts best left buried.

I do not need to be present to know what happened. I felt it with intensity. I  cannot presume  to know what will  happen from here, but I have done damage to many more than just myself by this endeavor.

Current Character Description - Zaria Crystabelle Laerna

Once upon a time,There was a beautiful little lovebug flying around in the air.Her hair was long, nearly reaching her bottom,and red like strawberries. Her eyes where green like emeralds.The clothes she was wearing was whoever small.A fancy little dress, and an cape.She was equipped with two whips and one shiny shield,carved with the love symbol of her goddess Sune.Around her neck she had two amulets.One was a heirloom.She had one golden chain with a ruby bell around each anklet.And everytime she danced,she could hear the sound of those tiny bells.In her ears she had two emerald earrings.And when the sun shined upon them they glittered like diamonds.Same color as her eyes.

Current Character Description - Minli

She stands just over five feet, a silky trench coat draped on her slender figure hanging slightly open, billowing out, giving glimpses of bare, powder blue skin. Wide sleeves cut open for two sets of arms; each trimmed at the wrist with a band of a silky, purple material, two with flares of material cascading from them. Each hand holds three long, slim fingers, a purple ring wrapped around one. Long legs taper down to ankles wrapped in soft cloth.

Large and pointed, her ears stand out of a head of royal blue hair. Tumbling past her shoulders, the sides drawn  into a pair of long tails tied at the ends with a purple bow on the crown of her head, and a pair of long antennae poke through her bangs and curve down in front of her face. Her eyes are a piercing magenta, her nose petite, and complexion smooth with a calm demeanour.

Current Character Description - Dieppe

You see a tall, slender elf with long wispy blond hair.He has a bright sheen around him, almost like a  halo, or a shiny layer of light surrounding his skin. He smiles at you, in a friendly, heart warming way, and offers you any help he can give. You look closer and see a Guardian patch on his sleeve!

Current Character Description - Kronos Tal'anis

Silvery white dreadlocks.  Steel blue eyes.  A pair of gun holsters and a permanent smirk on the corner of his mouth are one of many features that set out this individual from others of his kind.  Of average height and build, there isn't much else to notice about this person other than an apparent air of confidence bordering on arrogance.

Current Character Description - Wildren Voevod

Tattered Leather wings furl and billow with the slightest movement Of his lithe body. Tiny claws protrude forth from the joints along His wingspan, each individually useful for disemboweling. Small Pouches made of flesh, hang.. Tattered and torn from a component belt, Tightened about his waist. With a wicked sneer, he slyly reveals a Mouth filled with rows of Jaggedly sharp teeth. Along his shoulders He wears a long flowing robe stitched from the skin of small infantiles, Possibly the children of heretics... Or perhaps offspring of his own provided the necessary.... materials.

Current Character Description - Silverblade Stremf

You see a man standing of average height, 5'7" tall and looks to weight  around 180lbs. His coal black hair is long and pulled back into a tight pony-tail. His crystal blue eye's are hard and show little mercy or compassion. His skin is smooth and the only flaw you can see is a scar on his cheek. He wears the robes of a wizard, black and adorned with silver runes of death and pain. He walks with the air of confidence that tells he is ready for trouble...and that he may welcome it. Around his neck is the holy symbol of Cyric, and he wears it proudly for all to see. knowing that

with that symbol around his neck he is safe from all harm. As he turns to leave he looks at you and smiles a bright and sunny  smile completely contrary to his appearance and says to you in a soft gentle whisper. "see you soon." and fades into the mist of invisibility.

Current Character Description - Vassago Daethe

Upon this Wizard the battle marks still adorn him, of great height this Titan looms over most of his enemies. Pale white eyes make this figure look almost dead like with black hair that appears to have red streaks running through it, wonder comes over you as you ponder how this figure appears to be alive, but within he holds great power. Standing closely to eleven feet he holds a great presence that can't be disturbed by any creature within this realm. Dangling upon his neck are blood soaked ears on a light string that come from his enemies that have fallen to the ground in despair and without any purpose. Around his neck can also be found a symbol of Long Death that dangles near his heart, for what's near his heart he holds greatest to him.

Current Character Description - Zhenance

Savage dark eyes loom back at you from behind a billowing hood. Faint glints of yellowed bone reflect as any light passes across it. Clearly humanoid in nature, supposedly human...  Something beyond common comprehension, animated beyond its years.  Dark words come from the remnants of tight leathered lips..  Speech unclear yet precise. Several small pouches are strung by his waist, each bearing an arcane sigil signifying contents.

Current Character Description - Vortigan

You are stopped short from falling when a large figuer bumps into you. You look up to see the figure point behind you and says in a very distinct human vioce "You dropped your money bag" Instinctively your hands reach for  the spot where you usually carry it and notice its gone. You turn around and see your money bag on the floor. You bend over to pick it up with a long sigh of relief. You turn around to thank the orcish figure and notice a Huge Growing Bulge emanating from the depths of the figures pants. Your eyes widen with awe. Not finding the words to break the silence of this akward moment the orcish  figure speaks "No need to thank me, but if you are compelled to thank me, then save yourself, save your wretched soul, find the only road to salvation in the Grace of Cyric" With a twisted grin the orcish figure simply fades Wiping a sweat from your brow and taking quick short breaths you gather your composure and reach for in your money bag and pull out dirt and stones.

Current Character Description - Alia Rose

A cute little pixie, just 5" in height. Tiny, colorful wildflowers decorate her mess of blonde ringlets that reaches to the middle of her back. With deep blue eyes that sparkle with a hint of mischief and a bright cheery smile that warms the heart, she is a friend to any that befriends her. Time can't touch this little pixie's heart and soul -  she retains a childlike innocence and youthful beauty. Her clothes are simple yet elegant. Around her body is a beautiful white dress, which shimmers like diamonds with every movement. Her jewellery consists of many shiny and colorful jewels that has been collected along adventures. Colorful like her vibrant personality, which seems almost seems to be .. contagious!

Character Biography - Tyr

Tyr Grimjaws, Tyr the Evenhanded, Wounded Tyr, the Maimed God, and blind, Blind Tyr. All these names represent the nature of the realms god of justice. He is a latecomer among the deitied, appearing not less than a millennium ago. Yet depite his late start, he has become a powerful and respected diety within the Realms.

Tyr appears as a noble warrior missing his right hand, lost in proving his resilience and strength of spirit. In the recent years, he has been shown  blinded as well, a fatality of the Time of Troubles and the avatars.

He is the only one of the greater powers to be lawful good alignment, and is said to make his home in the lower slopes of the great mountain that is the Seven Heavens.

Tyr's symbol is the scale resting upon a warhammer, and shows his nature: Justice through the strenghth to enforce that justice. Tyr is served by the demigod Torm.

Current Character Description - Jovik

An elderly man stands in front of you leaning on his cane with a cold expression on his face.  His face is nearly hidden within his black satin cloaks, the only thing you can clearly see about this man are his Brilliant Blue eyes.  You can see his long Silver hair around his face, and there are many visable scars on his cheeks and ears. His robes go all the way down to his feet with very little of the man behind them visable.

Current Character Description - Juno Osbourne

Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all,
Or if he moves will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
We'll just pass him there
why should we even care?

He was turned to steel
in the great magnetic field
When he travelled time
for the future of mankind

Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
that he will soon unfurl

Now the time is here
for Iron Man to spread fear
Vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved

Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge

Heavy boots of lead
fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Iron Man lives again!

Current Character Description - Irvine Tiberius Locke

You see here a young man with obvious elven blood, perhaps 20 years or so of age.  He is well groomed, his long reddish blonde hair tied back with a green ribbon.  He is dressed in a fine elvish tunic of green silk, embroidered with gold around the trim.  Though extremely thin, he appears lively and mirthful, a smile perpetuating his face.  On his left arm is a faded scar, barely detectable now, which runs from just inside the crook of his arm to the left side of his wrist, his nose slightly crooked from once being broken.  Around his neck he wears a pendant on a silver chain, a locket which contains the thing that he holds most dear in the world.

Current Character Description - Mirage

Emerald green eyes draw your attention.  Sparkling and full of strength and memory.  Her crimson lips add a nice contrast to her lightly tanned skin.  Her long ringleted black hair falls down her her back and frames her small face.  Her stature is not much, being that she is only three and one half feet tall.  She obviously is a halfling.  She seems to be an athletic woman.  But she also seems to be full of grace.  Her aura emanates a Passion for her goddess.  As do her mannerisms.  She seems to have a friendly and very personable aire about her. 

Current Character Description - Gazrielle

The first thing that one can notice about this woman is her piercing green eyes. Secondly, she seems to radiate an aura of calm. Her long dark hair is pulled back and secured in place by a intricate gold clip, also adorning multiple rubies and diamonds. Around her neck is a peculiar looking pendant with an opalescent center that appears to be swirling. Sometimes it's easy to think that it changes, but when taking a second glance, it is the same  as it ever was.

A light cream colored velvet cloak is drawn around her neck. The edges of the cloak are embroidered with silken roses and also inscribed with what appears to be a blessing in runic form. On her feet are sturdy looking leather boots which look worn but very comfortable.

Current Character Description - Hravngud Hiltopple

A man stands here. His muscular and athletic body is easy to see in the sleeveless silk shirt he is wearing. He has two visible strings around his neck with a holy symbol on only one of them. The symbol bears the mark of The God of Fire, The Flame Lord, Kossuth. The man has long, black hair which is wrapped together in a ponytail. His eyes are so black it looks as if they are made out of solid black onyx. His pretty young face looks peaceful, but the swords in his hands say something else. His leather pants fits tight around his well-shaped body, obviously not afraid to show his beauty. His studded leather belt holds sheeths for his swords but is also full of pouches. A scroll case and several pieces of leather, probably clothing, can be seen stuffed in one of his two larger pouches right next to a long thin blade adorned with red jewels.

Current Character Description - Tenchi

Robes that look well worn, almost tattered, garb a man standing at an average height. His eyes hold a modest gaze, and his face is stoic. His hair is ragged, perhaps at one time well kept and better looking than it is now. On his arm a bit of color stands out, a blue and green armband, the only piece that is worn that looks even remotely new.

Current Character Description - Firehawk

Before you is an extreme rarity. A draconian, 11 and a half feet tall with dark, draconic wings. It swishes its long tail and brassy scales glint in the light. He wears a breastplate, worn from years of combat as well as breeches and large wicked-looking claws over his hands. He walks barefoot, not needing shoes to protect his taloned feet. As you  see, you notice a strange disfigurement of scales near his eye. It is a long scar, running from the above of his elongated forehead, to the base of his jaw. You notice other scars now too, an irregular pattern over his body.  What could have done this to the creature before you? Upon his back is a huge greatsword, hawk feathers strung on the hilt.

Current Character Description - Ilymar Sturmtebergh

Cloaked in shadows and flames of nightmares, Ilymar Sturmtebergh, stands tall, his hair the colour of crimson flames his eyes cold and emotionless. His cloak pulled tight around him, a cowl of visible hatred obscures any sign of his former self. Ilymar wears a platinum chain adorn with a symbol, that of the fallen dragon's hoard, a whip in his hand, an old whip forged to bring destruction and strife to all who stand in defiance of its wielder.

Current Character Description - Grognard

He stands wrapped in darkness, a black cloak pulled close around him and cowl obscuring his face with shadow. His height is impressive, belying his thin frame and exuding a powerful aura of strength, The left clasp of his cloak is Emblazoned with the crest of Nightmares, and the crest of the Dragon's Hoard for his right clasp, marking him a faithful of the lord Nisstyre. A sword hangs at his waist, hilt marked from use and never straying far from his grasp. In shifting light, worn ivory is glimpsed where there should be flesh; when his cowl is lowered, it is by skeletal hands, and the shadows part to reveal a face stripped of flesh. Streaks of blood and dirt tarnish the skull, and it grins cruelly.

Current Character Description - Zariel Sunaire-Shadoween

A 5'3" beauty with pale skin, Zariel moves with an ethereal grace. Her long auburn hair is pulled back over her pointed ears and tied neatly in a red ribbon at her neck.  A few stray locks have escaped their confinement.  Sky blue eyes shine in kindness and warmth, and small white teeth peek from behind her shy smile.  A Crimson Guardian insignia is is stitched on the sleeve of her gown. 

Current Character Description - Janice TrickSter

One who sees her appearance could tell that she is something Ancient. Technology that can't be replicated because of lack of materials it is built of that some says she is one of her kind. One look closer, you see an Arvis mark branded on her arm, a symbol rarely seen but only on invention Arvis himself is proud of. Looking at how sturdy she stands, she's of no doubt one of Vector's Legendary twin guardian that were once protecting the work of Arvis before the ancient war. Now she still serves Vector as a guardian that protects Vector's current lab of Science & Technology Department. Apart from her big size you feel an unique aura from her Vector Issued Tank Armor. Only for troops that are physically strong enough to wear, this special armor also is designed to last till the end of any battle.

Current Character Description - Elaine Lynch

This girl is possibly 20 years, chocolate brown hair highlighted by a few strands of golden blonde pulled back in high ponytail,the tips of her hair brushing her skin just beneath her neck between her shoulder blades. A few strands frame her face,beautiful even in its youth, her lips full and pouting, her eyelashes accentuated by mascara, the only make-up she chooses to wear beyond  lip gloss, emphasizing her bright green eyes, flecked througout with gold. Her skin  is lightly tanned, cheeks kissed by sunlight bronzed a  shade darker, giving  her a very exotic look. She wears tight black wool breeches, lengthening her legs tucked into a pair of knee high red leather boots the color of blood with four inch heels, silver buckles accentuating  the outside of her calves. Tying this together is a fitted black vest with silver clasps over a  blood red silk shirt, a deep  plum  tie tucked into the vest, beneath a fitted black wool trenchcoat. She has a welcoming smile and an easy-going  attitude, seeming at ease  no matter where she is. Her nails are painted a deep violet, to match  her tie.

Current Character Description - Trenin

Quite a strange man indeed, his facial features resemble that of a bird.  His cheeks high, and his nose elongated.  The rest of his form however appears to be human.  Shoes of fine leather adorns his feet, his pantaloons seeming to be made of some sort of fine fabric.  Pin stripes line his pants and the finely crafted jacket he wears.  On his hip is a long leather scabbard, his hands showing wear and cuts of a fine swordsman.  He appears a bit pale as if recently spending quite some time away from the sun.  

Current Character Description - Demortes Peron

A thin, tall man stands in front of you. His raggedy clothes seem to be older then he is. The shirt is all moth eaten and full of holes. The pants on this human are a bit better then his shirt. He walks with a slight limp. Looking into his eyes, you notice a hazel color. As you take a closer look to his skin, it seems dirty, yet you can tell he doesn't get out in the sun much. You blink and all of a sudden he is in a long cape and what looks to be a brand new outfit type. Looking at his mouth, you notice a couple of fangs. No one moves as soon as he arrives into your area. He stares straight at you, and moves in to bite your neck. When he is what seems 2 centimeters away from your neck, he stops, and disappears and reappears in the same old cloths. He then walks on like nothing happened.

Current Character Description - Danthor D'Elivere

Shaping the Weave to reveal and conceive
The twisted, dark paths of his own destiny.
He plods on ever strong, not forsaking his own
Sworn forever, protector of magic to be.

He seeks a way to keep magic alive,
To preserve the Weave's lore from the Rok's flaming dive
With a tome in his hands and a spell on his lips.
Without a want in the world for a sword at his hip.

Bottles and potions, scrolls, books and tomes ..
His scholastic skills perhaps a fraction too honed.
Stooped over and graying, his tunic a mess
A disheveled figure only Mystra could bless.

Nine stars on his back,
Eight stars on his brow:
Marked as Mystra's own servant,
No room for error allowed.

With nothing but thoughts of magic's sweet salvation
He presses on to his goal.
For he knows deep inside, where his own hopes reside
That the Rok .. cannot take his soul.

Surprising how much this old man can see ..
He turns 'round on you, smiles. "Hello. Blessed Be."