A shaven drow soldier

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A shaven drow soldier

Post by Anatida » Fri Jul 28, 2017 12:10 am

Three elves emerged from the portal light within the shallow wood. The mage's keen eye spotted something the others had missed in their weariness. A body rested against the cliff, behind old Wandering Willie's tent.

The trio inspected the unfortunate adventurer, but no help would be offered for this particular soul. Instead, the wood elf, Lorindiel had other ideas... perhaps it was retaliation for a recent run-in with one of the dark elv's priestesses... or maybe she was just not as kind as her brotheren.

She knelt with a sharp dagger and gathered a handful of the drow's white mane. With a sawing motion she carved the hair down the center of his head, from forehead to the nape of his neck. A sly grin curled the corners of her lips when she thought of him returning to his masters in such a state.

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