Velenne
Explorer
Dukotti makes up the space between his foe. The world around him has taken on a grey quality where only dangers seem to present themselves in color or movement. His instincts have been groomed from innumerable experiences in the Pit, fighting for his very life in every combat. He has grown tired of scraping to masters - that's why he ran in the first place. It was one thing for a templar to hold him fast with magic or mind powers, but engaging him in combat was foolish. Dukotti was and will always be a warrior down to his core.
The barrage continues. The elf is a dervish of whirling chains and limbs, kicking up dirt and loose stones around him in a display that always dazzled the gathered masses. He moves at such breathtaking speed, it almost seems the chains are moving backward.
The barrage continues. The elf is a dervish of whirling chains and limbs, kicking up dirt and loose stones around him in a display that always dazzled the gathered masses. He moves at such breathtaking speed, it almost seems the chains are moving backward.