Description
Standing before you is a small dark-elf,
standing a bit over five feet tall. He is
rather frail and skinny looking, as you
can see his bones pertruding from his skin
underneath his robes. His skin is dark as
the night sky, rough and twisted as though
it were unnatural. His dark, oily hair is
unkepmt and balding, and under his cowl
you see bright yellow eyes, eminating almost
a maniacal laughter.
Role
The Beginnings.
Added Thu May 27 20:35:42 2004 at level 26:
Drokalyth Da'Arrdarr was most different than any
male drone within Menzoberran. Sure, some had chosen
different paths, taken the sword over the book, but
each had one purpuse within his society, which was a
servant. His disfigurations did nothing to improve
his stature, for despite all his knowledge and magical
power, he would never be more than a whelp within society.
After a human's lifetime of studying, adhering to a strict
regimen of study, work, and hunt, Drokalyth set forth
on the forsaken walk from the underdark to the surface
world, to discover its entities for himself, and to achieve
power he was capable of.
Drokalyth found society much more disorderly than he was
accustomed to. Factions divided much of the world and
dominated politics. Kin warred with kin while paladins
watched them, barbarians who hated magic, and barbarians
who hated civilization swarmed the streets. There was
no semblance of order, of society that exhibited thought
and discipline. Drokalyth saw his home in the spire, the
only faction which exhibited this to him.