It is 3 o'clock past Midnight, on the Day of Thunder,
the 10th Day of the Month of the Ancient Darkness, Year 317.
Personal Journal Of The Panthyri Archon
Salamander the Panthyri Archon, Warleader of Iteki's Chosen
A Humanoid warrior born of the race known as Panthyri (felinoid people of Valheru
descent)
He sports a set of Power Channelers on his arms, these occult spell matrices powering
only some of the might he wields in battle. They appear to be tatoos on the left arm of
a scorpion sorrounded by some occult runes and on the left a skull, sorrounded by roses
twined in the form of Mobius strip (infinity symbol).
His physique radiates competence and suitability to the arts of war and combat, yet his
eyes betray a calmer soul and, almost, a lust for a peaceful existance: a thing denied
him by his birth-right.
He stood at nearly six feet of height, but a random misfire* has left him a mere inch
above five feet and a mere 120 pounds in weight, though he still seems powerfully built
the effect being not at all diminished his appearance.
He wields his favoured weapons, the twinned Swords of Mercy, known widely for their
ability to heal as well as kill: in this way he dispenses justice in the name of his
Goddess Iteki.
He wears the Mask of The Undead Being, as a reminder that he stands forever outside
mortal affairs yet is entwined with them beyond his ability to unravel....
note * the random misfire happened one eve, late, when a strange event rocked the realm and
caused all to wonder as to whether they had changed also. ( darn hate them mudcrashes)