HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
The lavish room in which you sit is both grand and grotusque. The ceiling is vaulted to heights even darkvision cannot penetrate, the darkness concealing... what? The walls still have traces of gold in them, the vein mined but not to total extraction. And the decore is something out of a spider's dream, gauzy drapes like webs sway in a light brezze from cracks and crevices. The stuffed remains of a cave bear in on corner and the armor of some ancient race in another look to be caught in the webs as they move to the breeze. An onyx table all one huge block rests in the center with skulls piled in the center, candles atop almost everyone of them casting pale white and yellow light on the mercenaries gathered together.
A dark bearded dwarf wearing an outfit with more pockets than there seems room for, and a thin bladed raiper on his hip. He looks about the room with cool blue eyes.
A hulking, savage brute of fair skin. His massive frame is intimidating even without the extra pair of arms growing out his sides. Normally, his dark brown hair simply hangs about his head, adding to his wild appearance. A light stubble is ever-present on his face. Speaking of his face, it is just as tough-looking as the rest of him… As long, thin scar runs from above his left eye down to the center of his left cheek and a nasty jagged claw mark runs just below his jaw on the right side. And his neck looks like it was bitten by a wolf at some point long ago. His brutish features are generally set in some kind of scowl, and when he snarls or grimaces (as he is wont to do), sharpened (though very clean) teeth are easily visible.
Wearing a suit of finely crafted silvery platemail, which also seems to accommodate his extra limbs. A well-worn pack is slung over his (upper) left shoulder, while heavy gauntlets and thick leather boots adorn his hands and feet. Normally, he would look impressive enough, though not particularly extraordinary. However, the two massive, blue-white glowing arms and vicious looking claws end their hands and his natural hands, which wear smaller, furred gloves of their own. He also sports what looks like a fur shirt over his armor, though it seems to shift and patches appear and disappear. On top of all this, a golden brown cloak of feathers and fur wraps itself around his shoulders and back.
And a drow male whose skin is so dark it seems the shadows are but gray when he is in them. His short stature and thin frame is topped by the traditional ivory white hair. It appears he has no weapon about his person.
The Matron Mother done in the chamber next to this room they wait for her arrival.
[sblock=Group 1]
Theroc Drow Sorcerer/Warlock/Eldritch Theurge (Telos Vesper)
Mowgli Dwarven Rogue (Seilg Scatchford)
Dragonwriter Human Totemist/Warblade/Bloodclaw Master (Gar Heavyclaws)
s@squ@tch Drow Cleric/Paragon (Derrenil Llirthyn)
GAME ON!! [/sblock]
LINKS:
http://www.enworld.org/forum/talking-talk/264886-dcc-8-mysteries-drow-recuirtment.html
http://www.enworld.org/forum/plots-places/265618-audience-chamber-motd-rg.html
http://www.enworld.org/forum/talking-talk/267114-dcc-8-ooc-mactires-misfits.html
A dark bearded dwarf wearing an outfit with more pockets than there seems room for, and a thin bladed raiper on his hip. He looks about the room with cool blue eyes.
A hulking, savage brute of fair skin. His massive frame is intimidating even without the extra pair of arms growing out his sides. Normally, his dark brown hair simply hangs about his head, adding to his wild appearance. A light stubble is ever-present on his face. Speaking of his face, it is just as tough-looking as the rest of him… As long, thin scar runs from above his left eye down to the center of his left cheek and a nasty jagged claw mark runs just below his jaw on the right side. And his neck looks like it was bitten by a wolf at some point long ago. His brutish features are generally set in some kind of scowl, and when he snarls or grimaces (as he is wont to do), sharpened (though very clean) teeth are easily visible.
Wearing a suit of finely crafted silvery platemail, which also seems to accommodate his extra limbs. A well-worn pack is slung over his (upper) left shoulder, while heavy gauntlets and thick leather boots adorn his hands and feet. Normally, he would look impressive enough, though not particularly extraordinary. However, the two massive, blue-white glowing arms and vicious looking claws end their hands and his natural hands, which wear smaller, furred gloves of their own. He also sports what looks like a fur shirt over his armor, though it seems to shift and patches appear and disappear. On top of all this, a golden brown cloak of feathers and fur wraps itself around his shoulders and back.
And a drow male whose skin is so dark it seems the shadows are but gray when he is in them. His short stature and thin frame is topped by the traditional ivory white hair. It appears he has no weapon about his person.
The Matron Mother done in the chamber next to this room they wait for her arrival.
[sblock=Group 1]
Theroc Drow Sorcerer/Warlock/Eldritch Theurge (Telos Vesper)
Mowgli Dwarven Rogue (Seilg Scatchford)
Dragonwriter Human Totemist/Warblade/Bloodclaw Master (Gar Heavyclaws)
s@squ@tch Drow Cleric/Paragon (Derrenil Llirthyn)
GAME ON!! [/sblock]
LINKS:
http://www.enworld.org/forum/talking-talk/264886-dcc-8-mysteries-drow-recuirtment.html
http://www.enworld.org/forum/plots-places/265618-audience-chamber-motd-rg.html
http://www.enworld.org/forum/talking-talk/267114-dcc-8-ooc-mactires-misfits.html
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