Ximix
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rereawakening - Ximix - Cleric 4
A door is heard closing upstairs, and then light tread upon the stairs as an Elven male descends to the main room. He continues to the entryway, turns and faces those gathered. Physically this Elf is hardly imposing at well under five foot and less than a hundred pounds. He is dressed in light leathers and cloth, all of muted greys. Upon his chest rests a gleaming dark metal disk struck through with a shiny blue sword...
"I am called Ximix (zim-mix), my profession is priest, my god is Gliran - 'the Arcane'. It is my intent to venture forth once again from these restful rooms and resume my study of Magic wherever and however it is to be found. I would be glad to find companionship for this endeavor or to accompany an established group."
With this he sketches a quick bow, crosses to the bar and places his order, a brace of quail and a pitcher of Elven mead. Even he seems surprised at the size of his order, yet it seems like years since he's had a meal...
A door is heard closing upstairs, and then light tread upon the stairs as an Elven male descends to the main room. He continues to the entryway, turns and faces those gathered. Physically this Elf is hardly imposing at well under five foot and less than a hundred pounds. He is dressed in light leathers and cloth, all of muted greys. Upon his chest rests a gleaming dark metal disk struck through with a shiny blue sword...
"I am called Ximix (zim-mix), my profession is priest, my god is Gliran - 'the Arcane'. It is my intent to venture forth once again from these restful rooms and resume my study of Magic wherever and however it is to be found. I would be glad to find companionship for this endeavor or to accompany an established group."
With this he sketches a quick bow, crosses to the bar and places his order, a brace of quail and a pitcher of Elven mead. Even he seems surprised at the size of his order, yet it seems like years since he's had a meal...