A Drow walks towards the Gates

He walked towards the gates in the early morning, he was dressed in simple grey leather armour that looked like it had been repaired a hundred times over the years, a hood covering his head, a half mask his face the small elven male waited inline until it was his turn to stand before the guard who would likely politely ask that the hood be lowered and the mask removed before asking what business he had in Myth Drannor.

Slowly the hooded male began too lift his hands up towards his hood, while doing so he would say in a very odd elven accent, fear making his hands as well as his voice shake alittle.

"I am here, to visit the Temple, too kneel before the Creator and say a prayer too him long over due..."

Pushing back his hood his shoulder lengh silvery white hair flowed down his back, cold almost dead blue eyes squinted as the sun hit him, next the mask was removed to reveal Kel for what he was, a Drow.

"And then to face His judgement."

With a simple twist of his hands on two buckles, one his belt the other the harness going across his chest, his longsword, bow and quiver fell too the floor before he raised his hands up behind his head and await the guards and onlookers reaction.

(Guessing this is something i should do in game)

\\Sure.
look for me online.

//as a player i cant decide the reaction of the NPC guards.

// I want to take part at this, if possible...

How about this wed at 8pm GTM? And Vidala please feel too come along, the more the merrier I say :3

8 pm GMT on wed Will be good.

(( Elvalia might wanna tag along, too. >.> ))

((vuz would laugh at the suicidal drow))

/// And the npc's finally took care of that. *Torden gives a wide approving grin*