Ravenloft
Sweet Rogue
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D'Fane stalked through the woods outside of Gavantree village. Lead here by the rulers of some horrible beast that would devour any foolish or daring to enter these woods. He prided himself on being a hunter of hunters after all, he was good at it. His senses, as a dark elf were uncommonly keen as we're his reflexes. And what his innate skills couldn't handle, he made up for with some subtle magic. Not many males of his kind had access to such power, but he knew how to bend shadows to his whim. They would help cloak him as he passed or he could even invoke them to hold weaker prey still for him if only for a moment. A moment was all he usually needed as he was quick with a blade, especially when his blade could drink the very life from his quarry, or leave it with a burning poison to sap its strength pulsing in its veins.
Little did he realize, in these woods, he may very well have met his match.
Little did he realize, in these woods, he may very well have met his match.