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Meakanera the Weaver of the Elements

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Best Set of Equipment

<worn on finger>    (Glowing) a spider ring
<worn on finger>    a ring set with a single sapphire
<worn around neck>    (Glowing) a brooch set with blue stones
<worn around neck>    (Glowing) a mantle of earth
<worn on body>    (Glowing) (Humming) a suit of darkened platemail
<worn on head>    the Dark Crown of Eldritch Power
<worn on face>    (Invis) (Glowing) (Humming) the Death Mask of ar-Ghazi
<worn on legs>    some spider-skin leggings
<worn on feet>    (Glowing) (Humming) a pair of darkened boots
<worn on hands>    (Invis) (Humming) gauntlets of black death
<worn on arms>    a plain phylactery
<worn about body>    the robe of the magi
<worn around waist>    the belt of life
<worn on wrist>    an aquamarine bracelet
<worn on wrist>    the Bracelet of Longevity
<wielded>    the flaming scepter of Chaos
<held in the hand>    (Glowing) a swirling black orb

Description

An aura of darkness hovers around this individual like a shroud. You steel you resolve and glance of the ebony-skinned woman within. Her snow-white hair falls outside the shroud and end just above her breasts. She carries herself in a manner befitting royalty, aloof and arrogant, that is readily noticeable from a distance. As you draw near to catch a glance at her the smell of brimstone and death emanates from her. Beneath the robes hood, pale blue eyes narrow as she notices your presence. The gaze is so powerful that you cannot help but feel the malice behind those eyes. A small circlet sits upon the weathered brow, upon it a small engraving in drowish runes. A tome is held about her waist by a thin golden cord, from which also hangs an empty flask and a small pouch. The heavy dusty boots lend credit to the though that she has done quite a bit of travel.

Role

The Surface.

Added Fri Aug 12 15:47:53 2005 at level 2:
Meakanera Tha'Crea was a member of the third house of Nul'Dartel the fourth
largest dark-elf city.  As the seventh eldest of the house and lack of
clerical knowledge, she knew that she would never rule the city or the house.
she could not gain the favor of any of the dark-elf deities instead
she turned to sorcery.  Harnessing the power of the elements and shaping them
to her will.  Once she acquired a suitable amount of knowledge Meakanera left
the confines of the Underdark to conquer the weaker surface dwellers.  Upon
arriving on the surface Meakanera met with a wicked surprise.  The expansive
cities and the organized guilds had allowed the surface races to gain
incredible power, more than one lone dark-elf could defeat.  Disgusted and
filled with rage over once again having her dreams of grandeur turned to dust
before her.

The plans of a drow would not so easily be foiled.  While she walked through
the great city known as Galadon she witnessed an epic battle between rogue
forces against the city guards.Upon further study she was able to track
down the rumors of the Outlanders and their quest to destroy the cities that
plagued the land.  If she could not gain power now, perhaps she could gain it
when the world was born anew.  Yes, she thought to herself that would do
nicely.

Immortal Comments

Date Level Hours Author Comment

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Title History

Date Level Hours Title
49 148 Meakanera the Talismanic, Nightreaver of Thar-Eris
49 148 Meakanera the Insolent Cur, Nightreaver of Thar-Eris
51 167 Meakanera the Weaver of the Elements, One of None

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