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Bas was an Aelfir by birth, though it is all but impossible to see that now. He has been transformed by the Heart into something else. Or perhaps into what he truly was all along. | Bas was an Aelfir by birth, though it is all but impossible to see that now. He has been transformed by the Heart into something else. Or perhaps into what he truly was all along. | ||
− | His skin is a mottled bruise of midnight blue and dark purple, littered with boils that weep black tar. His eyes are as dark as the abyss itself and seem to suck in light and hope in equal measure. His ears... well, he he hacked the points off years ago. They were too painful a reminder of his old life, so now they are no larger than a human ear, though mangled at the top | + | His skin is a mottled bruise of midnight blue and dark purple, littered with boils that weep black tar. His eyes are as dark as the abyss itself and seem to suck in light and hope in equal measure. His ears... well, he he hacked the points off years ago. They were too painful a reminder of his old life, so now they are no larger than a human ear, though mangled at the top. |
The Cleaver dresses light, wearing cast-off scraps of dark clothing and armor. He is dangerous but knows that unspeakable dangers prowl the lower reaches of the Heart. Speed and stealth are his greatest tools. | The Cleaver dresses light, wearing cast-off scraps of dark clothing and armor. He is dangerous but knows that unspeakable dangers prowl the lower reaches of the Heart. Speed and stealth are his greatest tools. |