Aldern Foxglove
First Post
Ah, well that went swimmingly. Aver thought sourly before letting out a small unfortunately high pitched yelp of pain as a tiny set of ant mandibles clamped down upon his thumb and tumbling out of his tree and landing in an ungainly heap upon the ground.
"Ouch, ah crap." Shooting the cat a venemous glance he lifts his hands and rises slowly. "Well not quite the entrance I had envisaged, but then life does like to continually kick Averillian Quintharian is the balls. Which is me by the way, Aver for short. I happened to notice your group, and being an old acquaintance of Tira's decided to stick my oar in. Tira I'm only sad to see you because it means I've found myself back here in the thrice cursed elven lands, otherwise nice to see you again."
Aver is obviously elven, tall, just over six feet, dressed in a vivid purple shirt, blue trousers, and red leather boots which are all muddy, this garish array is tempered by a grey brown cloak. While he fits the general description of his race he seems a crude caricature lacking the beauty and grace his people are famed for.
"Ouch, ah crap." Shooting the cat a venemous glance he lifts his hands and rises slowly. "Well not quite the entrance I had envisaged, but then life does like to continually kick Averillian Quintharian is the balls. Which is me by the way, Aver for short. I happened to notice your group, and being an old acquaintance of Tira's decided to stick my oar in. Tira I'm only sad to see you because it means I've found myself back here in the thrice cursed elven lands, otherwise nice to see you again."
Aver is obviously elven, tall, just over six feet, dressed in a vivid purple shirt, blue trousers, and red leather boots which are all muddy, this garish array is tempered by a grey brown cloak. While he fits the general description of his race he seems a crude caricature lacking the beauty and grace his people are famed for.
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