Lord Istrovir
A lithe and wirey drow stands just at the edges of the periphery of your vision. His hair is straight and sable falling across his forehead to deep, slanting lavender eyes. His face is smooth and free of any imperfections. A cloak of obvious ancient make yet free of the ravages of time adorns his body covering the mithril tunic he wears beneath. His counternace is one of a collected calm from centuries of practice as his features are delicate and fine as if he has escaped the very clutches of death and ravages of time. He stands tall and regal yet seems to scowl at any who stare to long.
Istrovir is using:
| <worn on finger> | (Glowing) (Humming) a ring engraved with the Valgen signet |
| <worn on finger> | (Glowing) (Humming) a ring set with sunstones |
| <worn on head> | the Mask of Undeath |
| <worn about body> | (Glowing) a long midnight black cloak |
| <worn around wrist> | a bracer inscribed with the word "Bloodlust" |
| <worn around wrist> | a bracelet of elven bones |
| <wielded> | (Glowing) (Humming) the Nightreaver |
[Exits: The Banquet Hall]