Description
A tall, pale creature clad in light leather armor stands here, a staff of a
light wood clenched in one hand. Short, light-brown hair covers his head
which seems free of scars or other imperfections. His body is
heavily-muscled for an elf's and judging from his armor and gear he looks to
be a warrior of sorts. Penetrating brown eyes look out from his face,
scanning the immediate surroundings relentlessly. All-together his manner is
quiet and unassuming but he seems to carry the staff with a familiarity and
confidence that suggests he has spent some time in training already.
Role
Solitude
Added Fri Nov 12 22:34:54 2004 at level 50:
And I am alone, as always.
Hundreds mill about me in the markets, and I have never felt so isolated. It
has been some time since I was cast out of the guard, and I must leave
Darsylon soon. The looks....even the merchants know...
I took solace in the fact that I could fight my own personal war against the
orcish hordes when the Lord Captain first exiled me. Now, there are no orcs
to fight, and I am easy prey for the wandering mercenaries.
No one can be trusted; I will be alone forever.I know this is the King's
doing. I am the last of the Tersalons, what better way to secure his throne
than banish the longest-standing family...
Is it paranoia?With the commoners I can generally relegate their mistakes
to ignorance. Most of them are too slow-witted to devise any sort of
successful trap...
The road is long, and I am weary. A bitter, wayward guardsman of Darsylon.