The sun has made these people weak! Mah own people, especially. I walk
the streets of their cities and see these snivelling surface
dwellers wanderin about with no idea. And how many duergar made their
way up ta the surface and adopted highfalutin ways better left to sun-
snivelling elves. Struttin around all cleaned up in their finery, wishin
they were human or some such. And yet many of these fools and cowards are
rich and powerful.
The best intruments in a wise hand if you understand about what i'm talking.
I will use all this fools like the slaves and will destroy anyone
who will stand on my way. And all theirs screams, all theirs skulls - only for my Lord.
Only for Davairus.
Description:
The unnatural color of this duergar glows slightly unholy, as it almost
absorbs the light in a small radius around he, almost like the darkness
envelopes the entire body. Nearly his entire head is covered with short
dark shards, ending underneath the black visor of his helmet. His body is
shrouded in well used armors, and a large shield is held within his left
hand. In his right hand an weapon is held with an firm iron grip. Its
difficult to see the type of weapon he wields, but you see dried blood on
the blade. His dark brown eyes peers at you from within the safety of the
helmet watching your next move.
