|Relatives:||Morganae, Rivyn, Lenvuc, Anloralhe|
You see Prince Fayne Sunderstone, a Mountain Elf.
He has sharply pointed ears. His long black hair is bound back in a silver clasp at the nape of his neck except for a single braided strand which falls over his right ear, emphasizing the sharp planes of his angular face. Dark forest green eyes, set under gracefully winged brows, hold an expression of cool assessment. His complexion is very faintly tanned and he is of average height with a deceptively light athletic build.
He appears middle-aged for an Elf.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a platinum kyanite gwethdesuan, a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan, a thin gold coronet, a finely-tailored frost blue silk shirt, a black leather quiver lined with gold braiding, an Elven longbow, a suit of delicately crafted black Elven mail, some ornately designed black mail gauntlets, a woven gold sword belt embossed with intricate swan designs, a black silk pouch, a pair of sleek silver linen pants adorned with a polished swan buckle and a pair of frost blue leather boots.
Fayne directs a frosty glare at Skilair. The air abruptly drops in temperature. The air suddenly drops again, this time to below freezing, causing her to shatter like a glass statue into bite-size chunks!
* Skilair was just struck down!
* Skilair is slain before your eyes!
It has been 398 years, 232 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. It is the 6th month of Arhat the Fire Lion in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare.