description 1
desc + With a pitiless gaze this drow dispassionately takes
desc + note of his surroundings. Unlike most of his kind, his
desc + head is shaved to the skin, and a goh-tee of pristine
desc + white hair stands on his chin. The chiseled features of
desc + his face are handsome to a flaw, as with all manner of
desc + the firstborn. Adding an aire of exotic culture to him
desc + are the many hoops of luminous lapis that ring his
desc + ears and nose, and even a small lip-stud. A skin-
desc + tight, sleeveless jerkin of eel skin hugs his slimly
desc + built chest and tucks into a broad belt at his waist.
desc + Despite the metal-bound grimoire which dangles from
desc + the belt, the divided, skirt-like garment which he
desc + wears about his waist moves fluidly with each step.
desc + A brief glint of light in your eye draws your gaze
desc + to his hands, on which each finger bears a ring of
desc + some kind. Perhaps they have a deeper meaning than
desc + their obvious beauty.
desc +

description 2 (After losing his eye)
desc + Glinting from the depths of a massive red hood is the single
desc + golden eye of a wizened drow. A pristine-white goatee juts out
desc + from his face and an ornate lip stud, made of lapis, draws your
desc + attention to several other pieces of peculiar facial jewelry.
desc + Somehow the very air around him seems to be in a state of chaos:
desc + becoming as cold as a winter storm, and then as hot as noon on
desc + a summer day. At times the wind swirls around him at gale-force
desc + speeds, only to settle down into complete silence a moment later.
desc + What is most odd, however, is that none of it seems to affect him
desc + one bit. For a being who brings such chaos wherever he walks, he
desc + carries himself with an aire of profound discipline. The only
desc + thing to even hint of any inner turmoil is that piercing glare.
desc +
desc + You manage to get a glimpse of his clothes, and see:

description 3 (When he lost his marbles)
desc + The being before you wavers--his very flesh phasing in and out of
desc + focus, as if he were existing in two places at once. He appears to
desc + be an elderly drow, clothed in loose-fitting black silk with several
desc + pieces of exotic platinum armor covering his shoulders, forearms,
desc + torso and shins. You notice that there are no tethers holding the
desc + armor in position...as you look closer you see that each piece has
desc + several hooks around the sides which pierce his clothes and must
desc + surely be anchored in his skin. Strangely, not a trace of agony can
desc + be seen on his face. And what a peculiar face it is: Only one eye
desc + remains, while the other is covered with a platinum patch. But
desc + the maelstrom of madness within that single, terrible eye is enough
desc + to tell you that this drow is volatile at best.
desc +

description 4 (When he became something...else)
desc + A living nightmare hovers nearby. As you take a closer look
desc + it appears to be a drow, but much darker than any you ever
desc + recall seeing. In fact, he is so dark that it's difficult to
desc + see the subtle features of his face. However, the painfully
desc + piercing gaze of a single red eye in the center of what must
desc + be this being's forehead is all too noticeable. Two long fangs
desc + jut down beyond his bottom lip, and two smaller ones face
desc + upwards, granting a very demonic appearance indeed.
desc +
desc + Though you cannot see most of what he wears, the outline of
desc + his shadow suggests that a large cape billows behind him in
desc + some unfelt breeze. At the outer edges of his sides are cruel
desc + hands, hooked in vicious claws at the end.
desc +
desc + Straining to see past the darkness, you finally see:

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