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Mazarun Character QuizCharacter Quiz:
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Name: Mazarun Zothyrr
Birthdate: I was born in the eighth dark-cycle of what those in the Lands Above call Uktar. Their second-last month. I'm, eh... eighty-five.
Birth Place: Menzoberranzan.
Current Location: Somewhere I'm not supposed to be. Of course, that's hardly new for me...
Eye Color: Red.
Hair Color: Pure white.
Height: Around 5'5". By the standards of my home, that's tall.
Weight: I... actually don't remember. Around the same weight I was yesterday, last week and last month? I've neither lost any limbs nor gorged myself into enormity, so... unchanged, and generally unmeasured.
Tattoos: None. If I successfully kill a dragon or something, I might get one to represent that, as a sign of the accomplishment...
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Yours, probably. I'll give them back when I'm done
Blood Under StarlightFaerun, Toril
The night was still. There was no omen or warning in this night, nothing that might hint at the coming threat.
The drow had come to the surface.
At the edge of the forest, the raiding party had gathered, waiting for the return of their scout, sent ahead to check the area. Some of the raiders prodded the trunks of the trees in wariness or disgust. Some twitched at every little sound; the rustle of leaves in the breeze, the flight of a night-bird overhead, all seemed strange and threatening.
Some, on the other hand, were staring up at the sky, looking at the stars. They'd been taught that the distant pinpricks of light served as a mocking warning of the searing fire that would rise in the sky here during other hours; combined with its obvious reminder of the uncomfortable lack of stone overhead, it was little wonder their expressions contained both distaste and perverse fascination.
Mazarun Zothyrr shivered a little as the breeze brushed his cheek and set his hair to
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