A dark figure sweeps, silently, through the streets. It seems to show itself only when it wants to. You swear you see it drifting in and out of shadow cast by dim light. Your eyes might be tricking you. But of course they aren't.

As the figure passes you notice, proudly emblazoned upon its great cloak, a purple rose. The single petal that falls from it bears the shape of a tear.




White: ERP*.
Green: Shooting things with arrows, frolicking, hanging out with humans to feel even more superior.
Yellow: Dwarves, gnomes, stinky things.
Red: Orcs, drow. Unless they is hot to trot :3


*Elf Role Play. To span the gamut between, but not be limited by, intense sexuality, the narratively driven and the ~exciting~ play we'll cook up. HMU, k? Tell friendly and when his location is visible he is ~yours~.