A grey-skinned, white-haired faerie pretty boy who dreams to become a proper consort to the Matron of Drow House Lorainias. His gaze was demonic, twisted - corrupt - twas' like a blue sea encompassed by darkness, its waters pierced by a silvery light.
Memories:
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When inquiring during Thornfall's Week of Godrings - Legend Lore about who the Martial Artist is that Vicodrila Do'Val made consort..
In which you get a synopsis of.. fuzzy darkness leading up to a time in the dark courts of a Drow House, which this person stumbled an tried an failed to really impress a martial prowess on the courts. For disappearing for some days at a time, and reappearing at a next festival able to weave the very elements in kind. The earth below, the water bestowed, the air that surrounds and even fire that many very rarely interact with. They impressed the Drow Matron, and succeeded in what they tried to be. A proper consort. Soon helped conducted raids on the very material plane that you walk now, able to waltz between enemy lines - casting chaos and clearing the path for many successful Drow raids. Before such a time that they ended up disappearing from the very halls as they were bestowed a great gift and a terrible burden. One that MAY take years, decades.. to complete. But the Drow are patient hunters.... and if ever his quest to succeed, then it will truly be a GLOOORRIOUS eve for Lolth.At the Chitinous Cauldron Tavern he'd head out to what was the one guy's night out a month that many of the male consorts, servants, or male members of Drow society could get out of the house wherein Philosophy turned more to drunken ramblings of a time before the caverns and the belief that the Drow ran the night as the foolish High Elfs parade around during the day.