Weeks

Not much is known of Weeks, the Hand of Idon.
Assassin for the god; it has been rumored that even Damaris himself has tried to lure him away.

Men and Woman alike speak his name in hushed tones for to say his name without proper tribute in hand will surely result in your own demise.

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Shadow Priest Weeks, Sacred Hand of Idon, a Human.
A bright aura of holy energy emanates from you, standing tall and shining with a powerful inner fortitude.
Your Ghost Shroud pattern has manifested visibly, placing you at the center of a tiny fog bank.
You have an oval face, crystal green eyes and a classical nose. Your golden brown hair is short and curly, and is worn tousled. You have weathered skin and a slender build.
You are average height for a Human.
Some audrualm dagger charms float lazily around your head, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.
You are an adult.
You have a polished horn nose ring banded in gold piercing your septum. Thin flame-marked bands decorate the cinereous horn, adding a fancy flourish to the simple hoop.
You have a tattoo of a gleaming dagger thrust through a bleached skull on your back.
A shadowy orb rippling with silver arcs of light hovers like a will-o-wisp, following you diligently.
You are in good shape.