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A Mysterious Elf walks into the temple, his Black cloak swaying asif blown by some nonexistant wind, his armour of pitch seeming to draw light from the very air around it, the Jewel at his neck, and those on his black boots glowing with a blood red. In his left hand, he holds a staff which looks as if a giant black python is coiled around it, grasping the orb atop the staff from behind. An eerie green glow persists from the orb, and his rings- pale yellow on his right hand, green on his left- are fashioned as snakes biting their own tales. A piercing red light persists from the eyes of these snakes. His flowing blonde hair, surpisingly still compared to his cloak, seems to highlight his calm face.
The newcomer speaks in a natural voice "Can a pursude Elf seek refuge here ?? I have much wealth if payment is nesecary "
[ 01-17-2002: Message edited by: SookmaCook ]
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