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Shadow Form: By focusing his will, Vuzril can cause the shadows to take on any appearance he desires. Shadow forms are classified as Illusions in the fact they have no physical capabilities and are incapable of making sounds. Shadowforms are normally used by Vuzril to create the illusion of movement, or as means as a messenger. Shadowforms move as Vuzril's mind dictates and they remain in exsistance until dismissed by Vuzril. Shadow Forms are slightly resistant to bright lights and will fade in their presence to a mere flicker of darkness.

Shadow Forge: Items formed purely of shadows. They have the endurance of steel and exsist until dismissed by Vuzril. Shadowforging can only create medium sized items and they have no noticeable weight. Examples of Shadowforged items are Swords, Rope, and cups. Direct bright light can destroy a Shadowforged item with no hesitation.

Shadow Scry: By means of utilizeing a Dark Crystal, Vuzril is able to focus his sight through the shadows and peer through them. Shadows become veritable doorways for which he can peer through and hear through. This skill is often used in combination with Shadow Form. A bright flash of light can disrupt this spell.

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Advanced Abilities: These spells and skills will be avalible to Vuzril after a period of study and practice and growth.

Shadow Walk: If a shadow present is large enough for Vuzril to step into comepletely, he can enter a state of exsistance akin to the reverse negative of the world around him. WHile he can not be detected by those around him, he can travel and move freely through these shadows. He is incapable of interacting with anything in the physical world, but can not be hindered in turn in this world. He can slip through windows and exit through open doors.

Shadow Door: This skill allows Vuzril to enter through one shadow and immediatly exit out of another shadow of his choice. He must be aware of the second shadow he is exiting out of before he steps into the first shadow. If he second shadow is too small or no longer exsists this ability will not work.

Shadow Flesh: Vuzril becomes a living shadow himself. He transmutes himself into the inky darkness and becomes subject to only it's laws. He is able to creep through cracks, step through windows and pass through bars. He can not be harmed by lack of air, poisons, or physical weapons. Exposure to bright light in part will immediatly end this transmutation and force Vuzril into his physical flesh state. In order to use this ability Vuzril must imbibe a specially brewed poison. This poison is rendered neutralized once he assumes his shadow form.

I am Vuzril. Once long ago I was affectionatly called Hurzral, the Faithful Watcher.

This was a time before my sister claimed the seat of House Barrith. A time before when I still walked the halls freely with my other sister by my side. Phyrstin, Blessed of the House, and indeed she was. Phyrstin was glorius. Her beauty made all others pale in comparison. She was skilled with her whip and just as nimble with her tongue. My dearest sister, how I loved her is a tale that no elf could possibly understand. Not one from beneath the surface. It was for her that I applied myself diligently to my profession. She who whispered to me the many uses I would be to her when she was Matron. I would be her guardian and she would see to it that I never wanted for anything.

Shadows are my Goddess given skill. They caress me like silken cloth and move at my whim. Through them I have been able to witness all events that have transpired within these walls. My shadows are all that remain of my beloved Phyrstin. This cold dark room I sit chained within would be agony were I not able to find comfort in the shadows. My range with them is limited, however through the use of Darkstones I have been able to extend my sight through shadows only to the corners of House Barrith. I can see through them, hear through them..I can cause them to take any shape I wish. But no more then that. No more... My training is incomplete, and my Matron will see to it that it never is.

Matron Barrith, my sister, stole Phyrstin's life and her place as Matron. For this I hate her. She stole my life and my freedom. For this I loath her. I continue to live only on her whim. Chained by silver in the room where my most loved Phyrstin bled her last heartbeat. I am placed on a constant watch. The guardian of House Barrith. Through my shadows I can see the comings and goings of those within, and it is my duty to inform the guards when a intruder seeks to penetrate these walls. I have caught many a thief seeking enterance into the vaults. My shadows confuse and spook them until the guard arrives to dispatch them. I have even delayed would be assassins, such revile I feel at protecting her! Should she die though, only one other slave is even aware of my presence here. I should die, starved to death by Barriths order if she is to die by assassination. My corpse to lie here next to Prystin's own.

Ah yes. For she is here with me. A constant reminder of my failur to her. The silver dagger has long now tarnished in her chest. It waits for me, should I one day be unable to bare life anymore. Waits for me to plunge it into my own chest. I have been tempted many times to do just that thing. When such feelings threaten to overwhelm me I take solace in forming the shadowed image of my dear Phrystin. Her proud chin lifted in defiance of even her own death. Phrystin! If only I could make her talk! My tears for her have long since dried, but my heart is as empty as the shadows themselves.

When locked away from all other drow my heart swings in many different directions. I live to see my Matrons eventual death. Yet I protect her as this was my purpose for Phrystin. If I fail in this task, then I fail the path my sister has laid down before me. This is a task I cling to out of my love for her, but OH! She whom I protect fills me with hatred! I look forwards to the day that Matron Barrith breaths her last so that I might free myself in some way and seek a new ward. I want to protect, I want to serve! I want to do so with devotion and conviction. I can not join Phrystin in death nor lay down beside her bones as I am. I am incomplete. A unfinished work. Only when I have achived full mastery of my power and fulfilled my purpose as a guardian can I seek Lloths embrace...and perhaps even Phyrstin shall accept me there...

For now I spend my time watching over my House. I bide my time and apply myself to my practices. I feel I am near to learning a new technique of my power. Ah! If I may soon learn to pitch my voice through the shadows then perhaps I shall be able to at least converse with those elsewhere in my House..then...I shall need not fear my Matrons death...for I shall be able to beseech any member of the slaves and servants for my release. Be wary my reviled Matron...be wary of your Vuzril...for one day I shall reclaim Hurzral's life...