The dark-cloaked form of Elegy for the Damned joins Flawless Ice as he disembarks, but a difference is almost immediately noticeable: underneath the concealing, rather than bandages and exposed skin, there is only armor.  The sort of finely-articulated full-body suit rarely made since the First Age, an amalgamation of multiple magical materials and design methods marrying strength, speed, and stealth to the concepts of conventional armored protection.  The age of the armor shows, however, in the wear and tear visible across its surface; chips and dings, dents and cracks, and a general loss of the luster so commonly associated with the glorious regalia of the old god-kings.<br/><br/>A completely visored helm conceals her face underneath the hood, faintly glowing with ominous blue-white lights from within like will-o-wisps as the artifact's systems scan the area.  Were it not for the familiar cloak, the young Abyssal would probably be completely unrecognizable in the armored frame to her allies, much less to the denizens of Lookshy, accustomed as they are to the sight of Yoroi and Gunzosha armor.  A blue-jade chakram mounted on one hip--an ornately carved thing designed to look like four serpentine dragons swallowing one anothers' tails in a ring--furthers the illusion of the war-wearied Terrestrial.