Description
From the top of his head to the tips of his toes, the man
standing before you is the embodiment of opulence and
affluence. Finely spun garments of ebony, crimson, and deep
purple silk swath his torso and legs. Tied at his waist
in the manner of the drow, is a belt of transluecent black
fabric buckled with an artisan crafted golden hornet.
The thickly soled soft drowish knee-high black leather
drowish boots on his feet are immaculately well polished,
but oddly offer neither reflection nor shine.
His stance is relaxed, as is his visage. While his flesh
is pale, so much so that it seems impossibly thin in places,
the man before you could not be described as frail. Rather,
a strange vitality radiates from his face in an unsettling
manner. His deep blue eyes harbor a gaze of quiet
confidence and steadfast determination.
Role
Mantra
Added Sun Jun 26 08:20:59 2005 at level 6:
There is no essence to mortal life except that which we make for ourselves.
Mortals may only be judged and defined by their actions and choices, and
choices are the ultimate measure of assessment, assessment being a naturally
occurring process of Order. Beings lose value because they cease to exist. If
all beings were to continually exist then they would burden reality with
inane self-importance, but because beings that come to be are culled by the
realization and execution of the precepts of Order by the Chosen only the
worthy remain.
The concept of existence preceding essence describes the only conceivable
reality. If things simply are, without directive, purpose or overall truth,
then essence is only the projection of that which is a product of existence,
or collective experience. For reality to be, existence has to exist before
it, making it not only the predecessor but the ruler of Order.
Therefore, Death is the ultimate denominator of Order and Order all reality.