Description
Though this elf's skin is smooth as calm water, it is has been baked a deep
umber by the rays of the sun. He has an elks musculature, balanced for speed
and power both. His hair is a tangled, filthy mass of leaves, twigs and thick
coppery strands that hang down his face like creeper vines down a cypress.
Between this matted hair his eyes peer out, dark and brown like burls in a
newly hewn plank of oak. His ears come to a slender point, and are pierced
through and through with bleached white bones. It is obvious he has never
shaved, and though it is scraggly, he has a thin reddish beard smeared with
the remnants of his last meal. A butterfly taking wing on the breeze makes
more noise than this elf does striding through the woods, but catch him on
cobbles and his gait is oddly bumbling.
Role
The start.
Added Sun May 1 18:14:54 2005 at level 1:
"Verthyl, which plant is good for headache?"
The young wilder elf searched the underbrush a moment before coming back to
his father with a fistfull of dirty herbs.
"Pa! This one Pa! Wormwort!"
"Good, good. Everytime we come out you remeber better. Maybe soon you will
know enough of plants that I will teach you to call the lesser beasts forth
to eat from your hand.
The lads obvious excitement was quickly dampened as the sound of mithril shod
boots marching in formation broke the quiet of the woods. Verthyl's father
put one slender finger to his lips before ghosting into the brush. Together
father and son watched the Darsylonian soldiers pass.
After they were gone, the two wilders drifted back to the path.
"Pa, why can't they see us when we fade like that? They's elves too!"
"Son, they may be elves, but they have strayed from the true path."
"When the fourth age comes, only those who live free shall survive. Always
remember that, Gold elves and Drow are not fit to live in the forest."
"Yes, Pa."
The elder elf could see his son's discomfort.
"Oh come on son, the Ancients of the Night eat little boys who mope about
when there's trees to climb!"
The two ran off into the woods together, their laughter echoing off the
trees.