Lord Jeriath
Tall, long-limbed and thin, this creature does not so much stand as he does hover, poised in his postion as if ready to move. A smooth, almost featureless face sits atop his lanky frame, connected to a long neck. His eyes are black and pupil-less, and darkness swirls behind them. The rest of him is no less strange. His skin is a light-grey in color and is completely smooth. What can be seen of his exposed flesh is hairless, as well. His body is covered in constantly shifting shadows, at times obscuring his features, other times drifting away from him to swirl about on the ground. An aura of cold seems to emanate off of him, a chill that bores to the soul. Jeriath is in perfect condition.
Jeriath is using:
<worn about body> | (Pulsing) (Sticky) a cloak spun from shadow |
<wielded> | (Pulsing) (Sticky) <shadowy aura> a sword named 'Manipulation' |
<forearm glyph> | a Coin with Two Swords crossed behind it |
[Exits: The Banquet Hall]