Image by Lania Athsien-Goldleaf
It is hard to look directly at the shining, still
figure of the Immortal
Elf who stands with solid, panther-like grace and strength before you.
The sheer power of his presence is nearly overwhelming, and he seems
shrouded in a wake of hidden, dangerous movements only visible where
they dance in the corners of your eyes. His gaze falls upon you, cold
and silent, their icy blue depths as chill as the plains of the Northern
Wastes, and keen as a hunting falcon. His hair is as pale as a fall of
moonlight upon the snow, and is bound back from his face in twin braids.
Clothed in leathers, silks and armor of elven master-craftsmanship, the
Wardancer appears both at ease, and ready for the combat that makes his
blood sing. Upon the left side of his chest, a beautiful golden leaf
of exquisite and delicate elven work gleams, the symbol of the Dancers
he once led... and may yet lead once more into the glorious and deadly
battle they so enjoy.
Solanthas is bathed in the essence of charisma.
Image by Cordir
Image by Cordir
