The wizened elf shed his massive gauntlets. The eldritch armor slid slowly from above his forearm, revealing pale skin that matched that of his face. As more was revealed, it began to appear mottled and grey, darkening rapidly to black the closer the flesh was to his hands.
Erik’s eyes widened when he saw the ebon hue.
“It’s the curse of my people,” the elf said, “to be consumed by darkness.”
Erik did not understand.
“Did you ever wonder why we who live so long live so rashly?”
Erik shook his head.
“We are doomed to fall to the shadows.”
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