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Erecard turned the corner down a dark alley cursing himself and then the two bickering Fey constantly arguing in his mind. "Do you two ever shut up?" He asked turning back to look for the people following him. "Look all I'm saying is you could have had a shot with the guy in the dark cloak he was tall and mysterious that's totally your type. Even that old grouch frost would agree." Erecard sighed. "Heart that man was a part of the black network you know the people we are trying to stop." Erecard replied as he channeled the magic and began to cast his illusion spell. "You know though if we think logically about it the Harper's may reward you that young captain girl could make for a fine choice in a mate and further your influence." "Maybe if you hadn't cursed me to charm everyone I meet I wouldn't have to hide my face and she would actually like me for who I am frost."

The mist formed around erecard as the illusion of a wall formed blocking vision into the alley. The sound of heavy boots pounding the pavements grew closer and closer. Erecard could see several well armed men each with a tattoo of a winged snake and dressed in all black clothing. "Find that little bastard and make him pay he will know better than to mess with us." The men ran past as erecard held his breath. The man shouting orders paused noticing something was wrong. He turned to look towards the illusion for a moment as erecard held his breath. The man walked over to inspect as erecard began to feel his form slip through space as he had done so many times before teleporting him into another alley across the street. The man saw through his illusion mere moments before the slippery little elf had vanished. "Damnit! He went this way boys and it looks like he's a caster so be on your guard." Erecard heard the men scurry back towards the alley as he began to whisper another spell. This time his form began to change to that of an old man as he fled down the road and away into the night still clutching the evidence to bring down the zhentarihm hideout.

This is a character I'm currently playing in a D&D campaign your average eladrin warlock of the archfey backstories are the best.

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Erecard turned the corner down a dark alley cursing himself and then the two bickering Fey constantly arguing in his mind. "Do you two ever shut up?" He asked turning back to look for the people following him. "Look all I'm saying is you could have had a shot with the guy in the dark cloak he was tall and mysterious that's totally your type. Even that old grouch frost would agree." Erecard sighed. "Heart that man was a part of the black network you know the people we are trying to stop." Erecard replied as he channeled the magic and began to cast his illusion spell. "You know though if we think logically about it the Harper's may reward you that young captain girl could make for a fine choice in a mate and further your influence." "Maybe if you hadn't cursed me to charm everyone I meet I wouldn't have to hide my face and she would actually like me for who I am frost."

The mist formed around erecard as the illusion of a wall formed blocking vision into the alley. The sound of heavy boots pounding the pavements grew closer and closer. Erecard could see several well armed men each with a tattoo of a winged snake and dressed in all black clothing. "Find that little bastard and make him pay he will know better than to mess with us." The men ran past as erecard held his breath. The man shouting orders paused noticing something was wrong. He turned to look towards the illusion for a moment as erecard held his breath. The man walked over to inspect as erecard began to feel his form slip through space as he had done so many times before teleporting him into another alley across the street. The man saw through his illusion mere moments before the slippery little elf had vanished. "Damnit! He went this way boys and it looks like he's a caster so be on your guard." Erecard heard the men scurry back towards the alley as he began to whisper another spell. This time his form began to change to that of an old man as he fled down the road and away into the night still clutching the evidence to bring down the zhentarihm hideout.

This is a character I'm currently playing in a D&D campaign your average eladrin warlock of the archfey backstories are the best.