Elenion Aura
Two Thousand Club
The hooded man raised his head, saying nothing. Whoever the 'lass' in question was, her plight was none of his concern, for he knew dark shadows stalked these streets tonight, and the sooner he found himself in a safe place, the better. Doubtless, he had no time to waste on the dead, or the dying.Jager said:"Hey, lad... Huh? Heh, you are dark as the night itself! Mind helping the lass over there?"
Another step forward and the hooded man would have left the grisly scene behind him. It was at exactly this moment that something miraculous happened.
Catching a glimpse of the woman’s prone form out of the corner of his eye, the hooded man saw what could only be described as a halo of light surrounding her. Alarmed, the figure stopped short, nearly stepping on the nearby corpse of a man. Stepping over the northman, he knelt down gingerly beside the woman and threw back his hood, revealing a complexion as dark as starless night, and hair and eyes the color of moonlight.
Cautiously, he observed the phenomenon before him. The light that enveloped this strange woman felt soft, and cool. Nothing like the harsh sunlight of the surface world. Surely this was a sign.
Divine Providence. This vision meant something. But what? Suddenly fearful that she would die before he could discern the meaning of it, the Dark Elf prayed aloud to his Dark God for a boon.
“Dumoas d'l'isto.”
Where there was once light, darkness ushered forth to devour it. Inky, black tendrils erupted from the elf’s finger tips and worked their way into the woman’s wounds.