Dark of Skin, Dread of Night, Promise of Luster, but death of bright....

Soul of wood, Mirth of dust, Green to grow, and iron to rust...

Rise of Fay, fall of man, Blood must run, before one of these can....

Edge of stone, meet wheel of man, crush the city to fulfill the plan...

Come the hoof, exalt the horn, down with man as the new fey child is born...

He comes from forest to restore the pact, beware for he may be on your track...




An individual of gray skin and dark inky hair stands before you. His eyes resonate with a strange glow and have no pupil to be found, simply a fathomless white that seem to stare off endlessly. He dresses well but simply and elven ears peek out through his well combed hair, hinting at some background... but what type would be hard to determine.