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Fallstaf nods respectfully towards
you, as he notices your scrutiny. This
former Drow Slayer looks just like
his brethern; soft, feathery black hair
framing a handsome face, pale from
years spent fighting underground. In
his eyes, though, you see a different
light. Perhaps it's the absence of
the hate toward the Drow that his
fellows carry. Perhaps it's the light of
mischief, of good humor and a willingless
to laugh at his own mistakes. He
raises an armored, mailed fist and
abruptly those black eyes of his blaze
with an incandescent Light.
In an instant, you feel the fatigue of the
road, the pain of lingering wounds,
all of it wash away, fading as if it
had never been. "My service
to Odhrean was long, and still recent," he
speaks quietly. "But I am
Ianthe's now. Her Light shines through me, to
bring life to the whole world, to
lift all people's from the shadow of
Zaal's envious grasp." A far-off
shout distracts him for a moment. Again,
you see the Light blaze in his eyes
and, this time, you know the one healed
was far away. "Though the
Lady's followers are many, few are strong enough
to fight Zaal's greatest followers."
A hard resolve firms in his eyes, the
powerful muscular body framed in
gleaming armor striking an almost
legendary pose. "I will stand
against them all, if need be. I am a
Guardian and Ianthe's champion.
Cross them and Her at your own peril. As
swiftly as I can Heal..."
Blazing light envelops his hands. "...I can
take away."
Fallstaf is Single
Last Updated: 5-14-02
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