The door of Tower's Shard opens, crackling energy can be heard outside. The door stands open for a moment, as if the patron was hesitant to enter.
Cor, it's a lightning bolt Japhar. one patron remarked to another,
Don't be silly Jareth, it's not a the second man sat, mouth agape staring at, a lightning bolt?
I've read your custom, my name is Elec-Squall. The pillar of crackling energy moved like a man, spoke like a man, even seemed intelligent like a man.
I seek Shava, has anyone seen her? Elec-Squalls last contact had said she was in The Tower's Shard.
The former half-elf made his way toward a booth. The only seating large enough to accommodate him and the chest on his back.
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Storm-cloud grey skin, with an overlaid lattice of bright blue bolts, appears stretched over a half-elven form. Lightning arcs constantly, where hair would be if Elec-Squall were still a half-elf, three inches in chaotic directions. Elec-Squall wears a specialized suit of cloth that he bought upon leaving the research facility, it handles the rare nature of his condition well. On his back is strapped a medium sized chest, which is filled with rope, and climbing gear.
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