Held on Koaratos 15, 5118 (7/15/18) by Lylia Rashere.
Lylia clears her throat.
Lylia says, "Fashion, some say, is frivolous. 'Bells and bows and bodice-stays mean nothing! They are but trifles,' they assert."
Lylia waves her hand in a dismissive gesture.
Lylia firmly says, "They are as foolish in these declarations as one who swears a language is gibberish if she does not speak it herself."
Lylia says, "Clothing has its own language, and like any language, it is rich with subtext and history. In the lines of a single dress, you can - if you know how to read it - see the wearer's heritage, her wealth, and her status as well as her personal taste."
Lylia says, "While this is true of every culture that has done so much as wrap a hide about the waist, it is far more complex a matter to 'read' Faendryl fashions than that of many other cultures."
Lylia glances at a lean alabaster white imp.
Speaking to a lean alabaster white imp, Lylia says, "I am not sure that includes your sort."
Lylia smirks as a haughty expression flits across her face.
Lylia notes, "It is not so much that we are more sophisticated, you see, only that we have endured for so long and gone through so many..."
Lylia bites her lip.
(Lylia trails off and waves a languid hand in the air as she searches for the right word.)
Lylia diplomatically says, "...unforeseen changes in our circumstances, let us say, that the history of Faendryl fashion is extraordinarily broad and deep."
Lylia smiles quietly to herself.
Lylia says, "This is compounded by the writings of those who know little about the full flower of Faendryl culture and have drawn their entire view of us from meeting a pair of Agrestis on their way to a rural tribunal."
Lylia says, "That isolated encounter may then define 'Faendryl' fashion for an entire people for generations, offering a skewed view at best of who we are and how our clothing shows that."
Lylia gives a sigh of resignation.
Lylia says, "People believe we still run about in rags and skins, to hear some tell it."
Lylia says, "So, the first thing to know about Faendryl fashion is that we do not have a single defining style but multiple fashion houses, some of which are venerable dynasties and others that are brash and new."
Lylia adds, "And of course each portion of the Pentact, the five pillars on which Faendryl society rests, has its own preferred houses, many of which overlap."
Lylia says, "Personal taste enters into the matter, as well."
Lylia says, "In other words, even if you know enough to identify the distinctive pleats-and-panniers style of a Sintanhali gown and know they are popular among Emporion silk traders, you may not know that certain daring Clerisy scholars covet them too."
Lylia fluffs out the silk skirt of her gown with a carelessly graceful gesture.
Lylia amusedly says, "I believe I see a few glassy-eyed stares."
Lylia says, "I promise you, I shall not recite every fashion house's name and its defining features, nor assign them to certain groups of Faendryl as though I were classifying demons from some new valence."
Lylia says, "Instead, I shall share a few of the current fashions in the latest style-book sent to me by a cousin and explain a bit about how each illustrated plate showcases some of the most prominent and popular houses."
Nazarr says, "Nor would I."
You murmur, "Perhaps in future writings."
Speaking to Laelithonel, Lylia says, "Oh, I could expound for hours, but I would not dream of doing that to Ysharra, whose discussion is after mine."
Lylia flashes a quick grin.
Speaking to you, Ysharra says, "It'd fly off the shelves. If we had such shelves in the Landing."
Speaking to you, Lylia says, "Count on it."
Lylia says, "Oh, possibly."
Lylia examines her fingernails.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "Ysharra expresses gratitude, and also would not mind, never the less."
Ysharra flashes a quick grin.
Lylia continues, "At any rate, in showing these styles, I shall also describe something of the historical roots of each design and, where relevant, why it holds particular appeal to some wing of the Pentact or another."
Lylia gazes fondly at Ysharra.
Lylia notes, "I have taken the liberty of replacing the original Faendryl text with translations where possible, as not all of us read it, perhaps."
Lylia carefully places a silver-worked black leather journal on the ground.
You see a silver-worked black leather journal. Bound into the journal are some pages of pale vellum.
Lylia removes an intricate clockwork staff tipped with a black-cored crimson despanal from in her wrap.
The page, written in Common, reads as follows:
"Fortune favors the bold in vivid silks and gems. Fine fabric feels even more luxurious when layered, and the new fuller skirts look particularly lavish split over contrasting hues."
The image of an unusually slim Faendryl woman with fair skin and chestnut hair takes up most of the page below the text, her full-skirted gown of obsidian brocade lustrous under the skilled artist's brush. Beneath the outer gown of stiff, thick silk, a gathered underskirt in a claret-hued fabric with a softer drape flows to the woman's leather-clad feet. The chemise that peeks out beneath the low, square neckline of her gown is a deep merlot hue that contrasts with her pale skin. The large ruby around her neck is cut in an elongated pear shape.
A closer inspection of the image reveals a matched set of broad, curved silver cuff bracelets beneath the gown's loose bell sleeves and the tips of a pair of beaded hairsticks atop the model's head.
Lylia raises her clockwork staff slightly and then brings it level so it is pointing directly at a silver-worked black leather journal.
Lylia says, "Here we see a sample of a style I happen to favor myself, one that is popular among Emporion traders who demand versatility and novelty in clothing."
Lylia admits, "I did, of course, lead with what I found most familiar."
A snow white raven suddenly releases an ear-piercing shriek!
Lylia explains, "Emporion Faendryl, our traders and merchants, often travel, and layered garments work well in any clime or culture. It puts people at their ease to see others dressed more like them, and a trader who puts customers at ease is a wealthier one."
Speaking quietly to Ysharra, Melikor says, "I think Munin likes it."
Lylia says, "Loose sleeves and full skirts are themselves signs of wealth. Buying so many lengths of fabric is costly, yet in a desert climate, such layers provide practical protection from the sun."
Lylia says, "And of course, for traveling to colder climes, it makes sense to wear layers."
Speaking to Melikor, Ysharra says, "She's not alone. I'm a-tremble with envy over that gown."
Lylia says, "Note, too, the combination of dark and brilliant colors, the fine fabrics. It is customary among many to wear our wealth, so to speak."
Lylia says, "This is not mere ostentation but a sign of prosperity. Silks and velvets show not only that you can afford the garments themselves, but also the servants to care for them."
Lylia says, "Even if that wealth is illusory."
Lylia chuckles.
Lylia says, "There are many whose families have fallen into some ill fortune who nevertheless spend lavishly on clothing. One must keep up appearances..."
Lylia attends to her silk gown, making the gown as presentable as possible.
Lylia asks, "Take another look at her jewelry. Unusual, is it not?"
Lylia glances at a silver-worked black leather journal.
Lylia notes, "These gems are not just beautiful, but symmetrical and perfectly matched in her cuffs and even the tips of her hairsticks."
Lylia concludes, "That the artist took pains to illustrate them suggests a subtle courting of those who would notice and appreciate it best, the Lapidaries of the Emporion. If I do not miss my guess, she is either a Lapidary herself or the partner of someone who is."
Lylia asks, "Shall we look at another?"
Laelithonel nods quickly!
Tawariell nods enthusiastically!
Lylia surveys the area.
Ysharra nods at Lylia.
Venithiel nods once.
Lylia picks up a silver-worked black leather journal.
Lylia flips to the last page of her journal.
Lylia carefully turns back to the first page of her journal.
Lylia turns to the next page of her journal.
Lylia thoughtfully taps a finger against her lips.
Lylia says, "This should do."
Speaking quietly to Lylia, Ysharra wonders, "You are the artist, are you not?"
Lylia gazes in amusement at Ysharra.
Ysharra smiles.
Lylia insists, "Not at all. This came from my cousin."
Ysharra says, "Mm."
Lylia carefully places a silver-worked black leather journal on the ground.
The page, written in Common, reads as follows:
"Linen, silk, and leather defy sun in comfort. The colors of the Wastes inspire the artist's palette of pale quartz sand, weathered alabaster, and the sapphire blue of a cloudless desert sky."
The image in this plate is of a dark-skinned Faendryl man, gaunt and sharp as a blade, dressed in artfully draped robes of pale linen and silk. The fabric rises high at his neck in a folded cowl that looks as though it could be pulled over his face if he chose. The inner surface of the cowl is lined in a deep lapis lazuli shade that matches a scaled leather belt around his waist. The only jewelry he wears is a single large fibula at one shoulder, the curved pin large enough to hold the robes and his cowl in place.
One of the layers in the man's robe bears a tone-on-tone stripe in tawny shades, the patterned fabric mostly hidden between gauzy linen layers.
Lylia says, "Those of you who have heard we scurry about in linens and hides may find this a more familiar vision."
Lylia smiles wryly and says, "As you can see, such reports are not exactly as they seem."
Lylia says, "This image may be closer to what many believe is 'traditional' Faendryl clothing, and indeed it is - for some Agrestis and Rachis members."
Lylia adds, "A few Clerisy as well."
Lylia chuckles.
Lylia explains, "Tradition takes on a different meaning when it spans so many millennia, even for those of us who are long-lived."
Mourne thoughtfully taps a finger against his lips.
Lylia says, "This style of clothing is perhaps the closest historically to what was available in the Southron Wastes when we first made them our own."
Lylia says, "Lightweight woven fabrics were imperative to fend off the sun, but open weaves were susceptible to tearing, and they permitted scouring sands to abrade the skin during the fierce windstorms that sometimes howl across the trackless desert."
Lylia says, "A more substantial layer of a light but durable fabric offered more protection. In this thoroughly modern image of a wealthy and elegant man, of course, that layer is bourde, the striped silk that is beloved of so many Faendryl."
Lylia sighs.
Lylia says, "I am rather 'bourde' of it myself."
Lylia says, "But some people adore it, and I would be remiss in not discussing it."
Lylia looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
Lylia asks, "The contrasting color in his cowl also serves a purpose and tells a story. When one wishes to hide in a wasteland, one must match it, but if one wishes to be found, what then?"
Lylia says, "That bright blue is a beacon under the cruel sun, and if this man were to unwrap it and wear it with the colorful side out, he would stand out as clearly as a bonfire at night."
Lylia says, "Now, naturally, the style is mostly for effect."
Lylia chuckles.
Lylia says, "Magic can find anyone more easily than eyes alone. But it still sends a signal: 'If it was good enough for our forebears, it is good enough for me.'."
Lylia sardonically notes, "Less traditional sorts may also think it sends a different message, namely, 'I eat insects and pretend my airy bedchamber is a cave.'."
Tawariell appears to be struggling to keep a straight face.
Laelithonel whispers, "Is like m'cloak. If ah belly crawl through th'snow ahm more hidden but if ah wanted t'be found ah could flip it around an'show th'bright linin'!"
Laelithonel whispers, "Or.. somethin'."
You gaze in amusement at Laelithonel.
Lylia says, "I could go into the intricacies of the politics of fashion, but really, without days to cover the subject..."
Lylia looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrug
Ysharra says, "...nothing wrong with stone walls, but the crickets and scorpions are all for Thrassus."
Lylia says, "Suffice it to say that such a garment conveys more than personal preference."
Maltreis just arrived.
You mildly say, "I have eaten my share. For novelty, if nothing else."
Lylia says, "It is probable that this man is Agrestis, although many Rachis factions also embrace longstanding customs in their mode of dress."
Maltreis nods in greeting.
Speaking in Faendryl, Maltreis murmurs, "Forgive me tardiness."
Speaking warmly to Maltreis, Lylia says, "Welcome."
Lylia continues, "Rachis and Clerisy robes, however, tend to be more colorful throughout, often bearing borders that speak to the wearer's political faction or position."
Lylia adds, "Grey is, of course, a thoroughly traditional choice, being one of the primary colors of our House."
Lylia traces a fingertip down the side of her silk gown, emphasizing its fitted, flattering lines.
Lylia says, "I wear a fair bit of it myself, in fact."
Lylia smiles quietly to herself.
Lylia says, "A nod to my origins though I am far from home."
Lylia says, "I should add that some fashion houses have yet another interpretation of these gauzy garments, instead fashioning them from the finest fabrics and wisps of lace."
A snow white raven suddenly releases an ear-piercing shriek!
Lylia says, "I should add that some fashion houses have yet another interpretation of these gauzy garments, instead fashioning them from the finest fabrics and wisps of lace."
Speaking to a snow white raven, Ysharra says, "Yes, yes, we all know your plumage matches grey. Thank you."
Lylia says, "You will not usually find examples of such designs in style-books as they are more modern interpretations, but you will see them on more than a few stylish women, and some fashion-forward men."
Lylia says, "The origins of such clothing are rooted in the same place as these desert-ready styles, but they are designed strictly for wear within the city."
Lylia picks up a silver-worked black leather journal.
Lylia asks, "Any questions?"
Lylia raises an eyebrow.
You ask, "Are there more drawings you did not yet show us?"
Ysharra asks, "Well, what other colors would you claim as traditional, of the other sects?"
Lylia says, "Always leave them wanting more, my dear."
Lylia grins at you.
Ysharra says, "I am curious if there are some for the Emporion. My uncle always claims it's whatever he's wearing."
Lylia says, "The rest are something to show for another day. But of course, I have only begun to talk about the relationship of fashion and function."
Speaking to Ysharra, Lylia says, "That is wildy varied, but my affection for darker hues is shared by more than a few Clerisy, particularly sorcerers."
Lylia explains, "Mages too. This is not just a matter of fashion but of practicality."
Speaking to Ysharra, Lylia asks, "Is your uncle a silk trader or dyer, perhaps?"
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "He has a wide variety of related industries."
Ysharra says, "But those are both amongst them."
Lylia says, "They wear their wares as if they were walking illustrations of their skill -- which, in truth, they are."
Speaking to Melikor, Ysharra says, "He is particular fond of red, yes."
Lylia says, "Red is a bold and eye-catching color. If you wish to draw attention to your skill with fashion, or as a dyer, then red is an outstanding choice."
Ysharra says, "A walking advertisement. For both their business and their success."
Lylia says, "Just so, an arresting hue."
Lylia says, "No one is going to miss someone clothed head to toe in vermilion silks."
Lylia chuckles.
Lylia says, "Which, by the way, is also something you are likelier to see in New Ta'Faendryl than in more far-flung parts of the world."
Lylia surveys the area.
Lylia says, "I find colors tend to be almost muted elsewhere. That love of color is something we seem to reserve for ourselves at home."
Lylia smiles quietly to herself.
Lylia says, "Though some of us do carry it outside the city itself. At least occasionally."
Lylia says, "So! Form and function versus fashion."
Lylia gently closes her black leather journal.
Lylia says, "You will rarely see fashion illustrations of what the Palestra and Armata wear, and yet we see examples of it all about us."
Lylia surveys the area.
Venithiel shifts her weight.
You say, "Perhaps not today so much."
Venithiel nods once.
Lylia says, "Faendryl men and women are not as bound to notions of what men and women must wear. You will see men in robes and women in well-cut leather trousers."
Lylia says, "It raises eyebrows in some quarters. Especially among Dwarves. They seem quite confused by it all."
Lylia smirks as a haughty expression flits across her face.
Melikor says, "Ironic."
Lylia says, "But we are, first and foremost, a practical people."
Lylia nods knowingly at Melikor.
Ysharra says, "They come with their own coverings at birth, so..."
Adalaine surreptitiously glances at her grey leather pants.
Melikor says, "Even the females are bearded, you know."
Lylia nods at Adalaine.
Speaking to Adalaine, Lylia says, "Indeed, you have the right of it."
Lylia grins at Adalaine.
Speaking to Melikor, Ysharra says, "Mhm. Practical, too, I suppose, of their environment."
Lylia says, "There are fashion houses, no less esteemed than the drapers of silk and velvet, who work in oiled leather and padded linen."
Lylia says, "The overlap here with armorers is obvious, and many artisans freely shift between fashion and function in this way."
Speaking to Mourne, Lylia says, "I daresay they would find you an exemplary dresser."
Lylia smiles at Mourne.
Mourne blushes a pleasant shade of deep rose.
Mourne glances away from Lylia.
Mourne admits, "I do have a fondness for well-tailored leather."
Mourne brushes his fingers lightly against his slim leather jerkin.
Lylia says, "Not the only one, either."
Lylia gives a sidelong glance at Xorus.
You say, "Gowns are, after all, not the most practical for some of us day to day."
Speaking to Mourne, Ysharra says, "The fit of your garments is exemplorary."
Lylia says, "I am fond of saying that gowns are a type of armor suited to the negotiating table while leathers are for the battlefield. Both are necessary protection."
Lylia chuckles.
Venithiel says, "It is hard to shatter bones in a gown."
Laelithonel gazes admiringly at Lylia.
Lylia grins at Venithiel.
Venithiel says, "Bits everywhere."
Laelithonel says, "A nice sayin'."
Xorus says, "Convenient when you wear both in the same moment."
Lylia begins chuckling at Xorus!
Lylia says, "Yes."
Lylia fluffs out the silk skirt of her gown with a carelessly graceful gesture.
Lylia says, "I think I should save the rest of the discussion for another time. Give myself something else to discuss, and...well, leave you wanting more."
Lylia flashes a quick grin.
Speaking to Melikor, Ysharra asks, "Yes, I'm wearing both. Why do you ask?"
Lylia briskly asks, "So, if you have questions or thoughts...?"
Mourne murmurs, "Only that I am looking forward to hearing more in the future."
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "Thank you, I do wish to hear more specifics, at some time. Please offer a subsequent lecture or writing, my lady."
Venithiel agrees, "I would like to hear more at another time."
You say, "It was a wonderful speech."
Lylia inclines her head.
Lylia says, "I feel I hardly covered the beginning of it all."
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "Indeed. Informative and deeply amusing."
Ysharra says, "Made the sketches leap off the page, with your wit and commentary. The colors flickered, I swear."
Lylia lets out a long, contemplative breath.
Lylia says, "You do me a bit too much credit, my dear."
Adalaine says, "Indeed, a very illuminating lecture. I, for one, have been left wanting more."
Lylia grins at Ysharra.
Lylia bows to Adalaine.
Speaking to Lylia, Ysharra says, "Or not enough. You deserve it and far more."
Tawariell agrees with Lylia.
Mourne looks thoughtfully at Adalaine.
Speaking to Lylia, Tawariell agrees, "Very much so."
Tawariell takes a drink from her passionfruit tea.
Speaking to Adalaine, you say, "I, for one, am looking forward to tomorrow when I am back in my more typical clothes."
Mourne shakes his head.
You chuckle.
Lylia says, "I understand just how welcome that can be."
Venithiel smiles.
Melikor surreptitiously glances at you.
You gaze in amusement at Melikor.
Lylia says, "And now, I get to sit and enjoy listening soon."
Speaking to Adalaine, Ysharra says, "I do not agree. I was admiring your greys earlier."
Lylia smiles at Ysharra.
Melikor whispers, "Do you not typically hunt bandits in a gown?"
You laugh at Melikor!
Melikor grins slowly at you.
You look at Melikor and shake your head.
Ysharra says, "Now is time for everyone not wanting to hear about flowers to escape."
Ysharra grins slowly.
Speaking to Adalaine, Mourne says, "There is much merit to displaying function, and your presentation is quite well put-together."
Ysharra waves her hand in a dismissive gesture.
You quietly whisper to Melikor, "Lances and gowns do not mix, unless one is jesting or euphemistic."
Melikor whispers, "Perhaps you should, it might distract them from slaying you."
Melikor snickers at you!
You quietly whisper to Melikor, "They might wish to try."
Melikor nods approvingly to you.
Adalaine says, "As much as I would love to stay, as I'm sure your lecture will be just as thrilling, I must be away."
She appears to be a Faendryl Dark Elf.
She is taller than average and has a slender build. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has wide-set cloud grey eyes and fair skin. She has waist-length, thick auburn hair twisted into an elegant knot and caged within an elaborate webwork of fine silver chains. The strikingly smooth transitions between her otherwise angular features lend a distinctly patrician quality to her aspect. She has metallic pewter lacquer brushed onto her impeccably manicured fingernails.
She is wearing a silver-chased onyx and amber locket suspended on a triple-tiered silver chain, a cobweb-fine black reticella wrap, a hemisphere of golden amber set in a wreath of silver leaves, a fitted silver-grey silk gown with intricate blackwork along its low neckline and trailing sleeves with a gauzy black linen chemise underneath, a mithril and amber cuff, a doubled bracelet of openwork onyx beads with a scrolled silver clasp, a ruby and silver wedding band, an obsidian ring of thorns, and some smoke-colored metallic damask boots.
She appears to be a Human from Hendor.
She is taller than average. She appears to be youthful. She has silvery violet eyes and pristine ivory skin. She has long, tousled jet black hair caught in a casual roll at the nape of her neck by some twisted platinum hairsticks. She has a delicate face, a small nose and high cheekbones.
She is wearing a wide-hooded slate grey mantle of finely brushed suede, a gleaming ora shield slung over her shoulder, a charcoal grey leather breastplate with a cuff-sleeved pale silk tunic underneath, a twice-wrapped dark leather swordbelt with a white ora blade hanging from it, a silver canvas bag with dark mesh windows, a pair of high-waist slate grey leather pants, and a pair of elegant charcoal leather riding boots.
She appears to be a Dark Elf.
She is tall and has a lean, rangy build. She appears to be young. She has large dark eyes and pale skin. She has shoulder length, glossy black hair in loose, elegant curls pinned on one side with a polished silver lor haircomb. She has an oval face, an upturned nose and sharply-curved pointed ears. The lines and curves of her face are long and delicate, their aesthetic reflecting grace and refinement. She has onyx-flecked crystal clear enamel brushed onto her smooth, oval fingernails.
She is wearing an opal-dusted black linen purse slung over her shoulder, a choker-strung overgown of sheer smoky plum gossamer over a thin-strapped white linen dress, a coiled mithglin chain armband, a sinuously curving silver bracelet set with dark moonstones, an enruned gold ring, and some strapped pewter chain mesh high-heeled sandals.
She appears to be a Dark Elf.
She is average height. She appears to be very young. She has silver-haloed crystal green eyes and smooth cocoa-hued skin. She has long, lush selenite-hued hair worn in twin buns, each of which is bound by a sharpened kelyn sliver. She has a pair of rose-tinted glasses perched upon her button nose and slightly upswept pointed ears. She has a chin that is subtly pointed, complementing the soft curves of her face. She has frosted violet pearl polish brushed onto her rounded fingernails.
She has some miniature pink-frosted cupcake earrings set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a spiral of iridescent vaalin displaying a prismatic radiance in her lip, a tattoo of a vibrant green luna moth encircled by a neat ring of interwoven ice tulips, a web of tiny argent-inked stars on her arm, a silvery crescent moon tattoo on her wrist, a light dragon tattoo on her wrist, and a long cut down the center of her right palm.
She is wearing a cloth-of-vaalin bookbag, a supple ivory narwhal hide cloak, a pair of fingerless ivory leather gloves corset-laced down the forearms, a ring of overlapped silver and pale cloisonne wings, a vaalin-strung starry crystal orb, a pink chiffon midriff bodice caught with a crystalline crescent moon, a spacious narwhal hide case, a midnight blue arcane satchel, a ruffled cream organza skirt with a high waist, and some plush pink wool socks under some nacreous narwhal hide knee-boots.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is average height. He has brooding grey-green eyes and ebon skin. He has a bald head. He has angular pointed ears.
His face is concealed by a smooth skull bone faceplate.
He is wearing some Faendryl-cut slate grey linen robes, a pair of dark cotton pants paneled with alabaster bourde, a square-collared wine-on-ash bourde shirt, a mithril manacle linked by chain-wrapped stones carved with Faendryl runes, some thick light leather, a frayed leather harness, a slit-pupiled eye symbol incised in yellow heliodor, an alum-banded runestaff sling, a pair of black leather sandals, a pair of gold-runed silk casting gloves, a despanal-eyed armband, and a crystal amulet.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is tall and has a thin, wiry frame. He appears to be an adult. He has piercing stormy grey eyes and pale tan sand-hued skin. He has mid back-length, fine silver hair topped with a tall black felt hat. He has a narrow face, a pair of smoky grey spectacles perched upon his sharp nose and tall upswept pointed ears. A thin nacreous grey quill is tucked behind his ear.
He has a long-stemmed dark blackthorn pipe clenched between his teeth.
Dark shadows twist and swirl around him.
He is wearing an ivory silk cravat pinned with an ebon-tinged soulstone, a tattered misty grey cloak, a matte black deathstone skull brooch with faceted ruby eyes, a sinew-woven tenebrous vruul skin pack, an ebon and scarlet bourde longcoat lined with glistening adder scales, an alabaster cambric shirt buttoned with lustrous despanal cufflinks, a blackened iron band, a black leather belt with a garish silver skull buckle, a polished silver pocket watch with a fine silver chain, some pressed grey wool trousers, and some dapper grey socks with sceptre-wielding lich images under a pair of tall black leather boots with intricate bone buckles.
He appears to be a Faendryl Dark Elf.
He is tall and has a broad-shouldered slender frame. He appears to be youthful. He has narrow gold-green eyes and dusky golden skin. He has long, irregularly streaked black and white blonde hair drawn back into a simple ponytail that is held in place by a coiled bronze band. He has a fine-boned oval face and a long, slender neck with a sharp laryngeal prominence. The juxtaposition of high, rounded cheekbones and angular jawline only serves to amplify the androgynous cast of his features.
He has a loop of bronze wire and leopard quartz in the upper ridge of his right ear, and an intricate pattern of slender branches and skeletal leaves inked in black across the entirety of his exposed skin.
Curved, well-sharpened claws extend from each of his fingertips.
He is wearing a dusky leather knapsack, a carved wood and bone spaulder, a dark-paneled slim leather jerkin, a set of dark leather vambraces, a matte black leather satchel, some fitted dark brown leather trousers, and a tall pair of back-laced hunter green leather boots.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is very tall. He appears to have come of age. He has piercing grey-green eyes and ebon skin. He has long, straight white hair swept back from the temples. He has an angular face, a slightly crooked nose and classically elegant, chiseled high cheekbones.
He has a tattoo depicting a silvery circle of interlocked Faendryl sigils on his neck.
He is wearing a moonstone earring, an ancient elm tree pendant, a slim-fitting fog grey velvet longcoat, a small golden Paupers pin, a blood red teardrop scarab pin, a crimson samite shirt, a glacial white smooth glaes armband, an enruned gold ring, a filigreed silver alloy ring, a vaalin-laced keyring, a dark leather locksmith's toolkit, a fringed leather gem sack, some slashed mist grey trousers, and a pair of copper leather shoes with polished wingtips.
She appears to be a Half-Sylvan.
She is of a middling height. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has expressive, feathery-lashed pale spring-green eyes and youthful, apricot-kissed creamy skin. She has lengthy, copper-streaked carnelian-hued hair pinned on top of her head with a rosy-centered pale alabaster moonflower. She has a pair of tucked sylvan ears offsetting her subtly rounded face, a liberal smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose and a discolored birthmark under her collarbone resembling a mottled oak leaf. She boasts a thick, curvy frame enhanced by mild muscle that belies her otherwise elven appearance. She has silver-frosted wintry white enamel brushed onto her slim fingernails.
She has a trio of rainbow moonstone hoops fringed by thin silver chains in the ridges of both her ears, a tattoo of a whimsical spiral of pastel crescent moons on her ear, a silvery fog-swirled thunderstone ring in her left nostril, a colorful bird tattoo on her neck, a heart shaped cupcake tattoo on her bicep, an extremely rotund panda tattoo on her wrist, a length of honeysuckle tattoo on her leg, and a two-toned stained oak pipe clenched between her teeth.
She is wearing a daisy-etched silver locket on a thin chain, a prismatic crystalline snowflake threaded on a fine silver chain, a pale silvery spidersilk duster, an opaline snowball pin, an embossed spiked veil iron greatshield slung over her shoulder, a scorched sheepskin rucksack cinched by frayed pastel ribbon ties, a weathered leather bandolier over some niveous bloodspattered leathers, a braided silver keyring, and some pale silver spidersilk high-heeled boots buckled with balenite.
She appears to be a Dark Elf.
She is shorter than average. She appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has sharply tapered brilliant cerulean eyes and soft, creamy white skin. She has hip-length, cascading raven black hair styled into a complex arrangement of looping and draping plaits, woven through with a strand of dark aubergine lavender. She has a pert, daintily upturned nose and tall downswept pointed ears. The lines and curves of her face are long and delicate, their aesthetic reflecting grace and refinement.
She is wearing a backless gown of flowing amethyst linen suspended from a thin gold collar, a triple-stranded gold filigree wristchain, a ridgeweaver silk bag, and some flat-soled leather sandals fastened with gilded rings.
He appears to be a Human of the Tehir tribes.
He is tall. He appears to be in the prime of life. He has piercing shadow grey eyes and tanned skin. He has short, silky black hair streaked with silver. He has a flaring nose.
He is wearing a silver skull-shaped earring, a long deep blue-black feather strung upon a thin silver chain, a sleek shadowy crystal pendant, a silver-bladed dagger medallion, a deeply-hooded black leather longcloak, a faceted red dreamstone buckle, a burnished vaalin charm, a cracked white skull symbol inset with black marble eyes, a small bone periapt, a glaesine crystal dragonfly, a cracked white skull symbol inset with black marble eyes, a white diamond phoenix pin, an obsidian-bound fireleaf badge, a gem-encrusted crashing wave pin, a golden phoenix pin, a dark leather weapon harness slung over his shoulder, a shadowy longbow slung over his other shoulder, a long-sleeved shadowy black shirt, a smooth vultite bracer, some darkened vruul skin gloves etched with Tehir runes, an etched gold ring, a shadowglass ring, a black thrak-hide highwayman's belt with a silver buckle engraved with two crossed knives, a loosely woven spidersilk sack, an abyss black leather kit with sinew belt tethers, an ancient faenor key hung from a silver chain, a veil iron set weapon case, a soft leather scrip pouch, some deep black leather pants, a leather myklian-scaled toolkit, and some nightmare hide boots.
He appears to be a Dark Elf.
He is tall and has a gaunt frame. He has scintillating Eye-of-Koar emeralds for eyes and dark skin. He has shoulder length, flowing silver hair. He has a black leather mask contorted into the visage of a vruul over his face and a spider-shaped birthmark on his wrist.
He is holding a warped black rowan runestaff with twisted stygian sigils in his right hand.
He is wearing a shadowy black hood, an ora-chained dark obelisk crystal embellished with an attractive Scalu symbol design, a high-collared black leather coat, a six-fingered dark glaes hand set with amarathine silver-incised crystal talons, a heavy backpack, some vruul skin casting leathers etched with horrific images of demonic slaughter, some blackened glaes vambraces, a reticulated silver bracelet, a dark glaes band, an emerald-set black faenor ring, a small abyran'ra skull, a pair of studded black leather pants, and some polished black leather boots.
She appears to be a Half-Elf.
She is of a towering height. She appears to be very young. She has silver-rimmed cobalt blue eyes and wintry pale porcelain skin. She has hip length, lustrous white-blonde hair trailing down her back in a mass of thick waves. She has a finely-boned face and full, shell-pink lips complemented with soft rosy cheeks.
She has a dark rolling cloud tattoo on her thigh, a swooping ebon winter drake tattoo on her leg, and a long cut down the center of her right palm.
She has a contorted series of sharply thorned vines creating a labyrinth across her arms.
She is holding a glaes-slatted onyx brocatelle fan in her left hand.
She is wearing a thorny rose stem basrenne dangling a star-shaped scarlet despanal, a star-covered black silk cloak, a pure black rose tangled in a knot of scarlet-tipped thorn vines, an asymmetric flyrsilk gown stitched with bloom-laden brambles, a dark silver bracelet of glossy onyx orchids, a chain of thin maoral branches lacquered with clear gloss, and a pair of ebon silk calf-laced sandals.