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The stranger never returned for the blade, and Skaati bears it to this day, his skin stained blue and marked with the iron whorls and sigils of the ''All Seeing Dark'', his eyes glowing white with a magic that let him see in the depths far beyond the natural range of his people. | The stranger never returned for the blade, and Skaati bears it to this day, his skin stained blue and marked with the iron whorls and sigils of the ''All Seeing Dark'', his eyes glowing white with a magic that let him see in the depths far beyond the natural range of his people. | ||
β | When his enlistment ended, he left the Holds of the ''Suntoucher Mountains'' to join the ''Guiild of Carran''. He still smiths, but he has also developed a taste for the fight. Wielding the great blade that sometimes lashed out with green fire, wearing no armor after the fighting style of a Tarat ''berserker'', Skaati wanders the lands in service to the | + | When his enlistment ended, he left the Holds of the ''Suntoucher Mountains'' to join the ''Guiild of Carran''. He still smiths, but he has also developed a taste for the fight. Wielding the great blade that sometimes lashed out with green fire, wearing no armor after the fighting style of a Tarat ''berserker'', Skaati wanders the lands in service to the Guild, searching for . . . ''something''. |
Something the ''All Seeing Dark'' whispered of without words. Something the gods themselves feared. | Something the ''All Seeing Dark'' whispered of without words. Something the gods themselves feared. |