<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Ilmlim</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=329381)</span><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx134/ulthakptah/Drow_Nightblade_2.jpg)</div><strong>HP:</strong>119/119<br/><strong>AC:</strong>21 (flat 17, touch 14)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Disguise 35 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=32086), Blindsight 60ft, invisible to darkvision<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Halls of House d'Szeossen's /8:00 a.m.</strong><br/><br/>Ilmlim was on patrol the night before. It was pretty silent, at least he was. when he was on patrol he slinks about the house trying his hardest not to be spotted by friend or foe. Not that he had a friend in the house. The drow aren't really the kind to have friends, and pure breeds didn't care much for a half drow like himself. Still through hard work and dedication he had worked his way up in the house. It did help that he was a natural at the art of infiltration and assassination. With all the work he had done he earn more money than a half drow should really ever have. And because of that he had to keep lots of it hidden. Ironically he use one of the magical items to do so. With a headband of disguise he put an illusion over himself. He made his weapons and clothes look dull and rusty. He also made his mithral chainshirt appear to be simple steel. However even with making them look mundane he still looked armed to the teeth with two hand crossbows and matching kukris.<br/><br/>After his shift was over the night before rather than going back to the barracks where is bed was he found a secluded dark alcove and slept in there. His magical slippers made standing on the ceiling easy, and with his special ring he was invisible to his drow brethren when hiding in the dark. Knowing his own trick could work on him, he relied on a magical blindfold to see, and used the illusion from his headband to hide it from the view of others. In his mind a different hiding place every night was a better place to sleep. After all sleeping in his bed is just where a foe would expect him to be sleeping.<br/><br/>When he awoke in the morning her rubbed his eyes and looked around. After making sure no one could see him he dropped from the ceiling and landed as soft as a feather. After that her began to stroll about the house and grounds aimlessly until he was called upon or it was time for his morning meal. All the while he kept up the disguise of him as a simple house soldier.