MOAR UGLY ELVES The speaker looked, in the lack of a better word,
weird. For one thing, he wore so much gaudy jewelry upon his bright red and purple raiment that it was a small miracle he did not keel over under the sheer weight of them. He was ugly, probably born before the first dinosaurs, and held a long-stemmed pipe nestled in one of the holes of his sparse, yellow, broken teeth. The contents must have been quite foul, judging by the toxic green smoke emanating from the bowl.
The weirdo called Sir steepled his fingers, and curiously measured at the peculiar creature up and down with his single good eye. A deep scar ran across the right side of his face, plunging briefly underneath an eyepatch. Not that it anyhow disturbed the general chaos thereon. Even without this detriment, his head would have appeared as if someone had first kicked his visage in a couple of times and then driven a full-laden cart over it.
Guarh'amaaz G'Uhageid was more comely about 17500 years back
, but otherwise hasn't notably changed, excluding the fact that he's hardly on the level of a cheap trickster with his spellcasting any more. Disgusting old pervert and basket of bad habits. Nobody demands you to use him as a role model.
Note the slight name changes, if you're one of those brave individuals, who have ventured to peek at the shoddy draft.
Started this damn thing ages back, but it just wouldn't cooperate. Had to redraw huge chunks over and over again. But wanted to finish it before I altogether would lose my inspiration. Dunno how it turned out.
The Curse of Rha-kan'Ocka belongs to me.