Description
A fist under five feet this Duergar is remarkable lithe for one of his race.
Two sickly crimson eyes can be seen from beneath his lowbrow. Lines of
conviction can be seen etched in his weathered ebony face. His thick greasy
beard is twisted and held together with a simple iron hoop. Corded muscles
are exposed underneath his mismatched armor.
Role
General History
Added Fri Oct 29 23:46:52 2004 at level 38:
Son of a Duergar merchant, a jeweller in fact. Belittled and beaten by his
father, was to take over the business when his father passed on. One late
evening he was push too far by his father, perhaps it was all the years of
being told useless or perhaps he saw his life flash before his eyes and saw
what he was to become and chose something different. He reached out with his
hands and wrapped them around his fathers throat, try as he could, his
father could not break the hold. His life was choked from him and as Xalrar
looked upon that face he saw the truth of his life, he was a killer.