Thires

Thires Kaku'tuul
Status
Race	S'Kra Mur
Gender	Male
Guild	undisclosed
Instance	Prime
Relatives	None

Appearance

You are Spectre Thires Kaku'tuul, a S'Kra Mur.
You were born on the 11th day of the 1st month of Akroeg the Ram in the year of the Amber Phoenix, 332 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
You have slitted silver eyes, black scales with a pale silver underbelly and a long tail.
You are elderly.
You are in good shape.

You are wearing a tyrium balaclava decorated with a row of night diamonds along the edge, a damite targe, some lumium mail gloves, some fine ratskin leather vambraces, a coarse ogreskin leather cuirass, some damite mail greaves,
a silver jadeite gwethdesuan, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a polished animite eyebrow ring set with a small clear aevanstone, a oravir amulet encrusted with sapphires in the pattern of a happy face, a slate-blue crystal medallion strewn with night diamonds, some woolen hose sprinkled with soft purple glitter, a braided silver necklace dangling a driftwood shark, a dark silverweave lootsack, a deep black spidersilk haversack clasped with a sharp dagger, a nightsilk-wrapped claymore sheath embossed with a swan and crow, a tiny silver pouch clasped by a blue sapphire dagger, a tattered black cloak, a tattered nightsilk carryall, an unadorned but well cut black silk gamantang, a midnight blue nightsilk robe, a knife, some brushed silver elbow spikes, a silver-hued parry stick with reinforced silken straps, a simple silver bracer, a simple silver bracer, an animite signet ring, a silver ring, an animite signet ring, a silver ring, a polished leather belt with a black stiletto hanging from it, a claymore sheath, a lumpy canvas tag sack smudged with charcoal and ink, a well-worn schematics tube wrapped in midnight blue nightsilk with animite end caps, a claymore sheath, a weathered storm grey thigh bag crafted from Musparan silk, a thigh quiver, a fragile blued moonsilver tailband cradling a dwalgim and a pair of soft soled leather sandals.

Altered Items

midnight blue nightsilk robe = Heavy black robe
well-worn schematics tube wrapped in midnight blue nightsilk with animite end caps = Flexible starchart tube etched with cosmic scenery
weathered storm grey thigh bag crafted from Musparan silk = Soft mistsilk thigh bag shadow-embroidered with thin maple trees
tattered nightsilk carryall = old travelers pack
tiny silver pouch clasped by a blue sapphire dagger = Feyweave pouch
diamond-hilted black stiletto = darkstone stiletto

Festival Gifts

delicate yew panther totem = God_Totem
panther skeleton = Animal_Skeleton
oravir amulet encrusted with sapphires in the pattern of a happy face = Hollow_eve_399_gift
clockwork spider = Clockwork_spider
slate-blue crystal medallion strewn with night diamonds = Hollow_eve_406_gift

Thires's Home

[Thires's Home]
Screens of soft white ricepaper and a black-veined white marble floor covered by a thick rug of iridescent black silk dyed with a crosshatching of silver enclose this small room. In one corner lies an ornate sandpit filled with crushed granite and flakes of rich silver, and near the sandpit sits a lacquered meditation table with a gleaming glass fishbowl with a solid onyx base and a large crystal shard protruding upward from a glistening black base on it. A clay-lined tandoor burns along the far wall with a large map of the five provinces hanging above it. The room holds a mild scent of falling rain.
You also see a glossy black rat, a round etched glass window, a padded deobar bench, a polished dark pine armor stand with a circular buckler painted with a smiling face on it, a simple pine weapon rack with a couple of things on it and an unadorned pine footlocker with iron mounts fastened to the corners with an onyx panther-shaped statue gently pawing at a pitch pearl.

• On the pine weapon rack you see a polished uenlata crafted with Shariza handgrips and an ornate claymore.

• In the pine footlocker you see a viscid suw bizar toy, a silver and glass swan feather quill, a limited-edition commemorative Estate Holder's plate and an unadorned ironwood cane.

• On the silver-dusted sandpit you see a sand dune.