Like the countless to cross the green lush lands of earth to over the deep blue waters of the world, to the center of magnolia, a new creature had arrived. A creature cast in dark blue pelts and brown tanned leathery armor, having vast green wings that flapped through the bright day sky; a creature with a green shadow. Cast upon the ground of the outside of the guildhall, like a green crag-covered mountain of scales and hide. The reflections of the water surrounding the hall shared the same 'image', that of a vast dragon with its head like a spade of terror with kind green eyes that shined with an almost fatherly aura. Rivulets of green lava and magma were visible within the reflection's scales. . .
This, 'thing', had arrived at the open guild hall doors, it was but 6'1" in height, on its feet were moccasins made from bear fur and linen wraps tying them on to his well toned legs. A pair of shorts beneath what appeared to be a bear-pelt tied around his waist hanging in the front with a leafy belt holding it all together. All and all the lower attire of the man was relatively rugged and put together in a forest by idle hands and skilled hunters. He wore a chest-plate that was made of rather well made leather with various designs, all held on together by straps and such that kept everything in place, including the 'X' straps holding the large emerald on. A single shoulder pad adorned his right side, keeping a glowing and painted bear-head in place. His skin was pale and covered with green glowing markings etched into his skin in tribal manners. As for his face, it was youthful, and on his head sprouted green hair . . . The most identifiable structure on the man, was his antlers. Large, vestigial, antlers that branched from the sides of his skull. His facial features were strong and quite easily the rouge-ish type, perhaps someone that spent their life as a highwayman, or some form of forest born warrior.
Drawn to the lights and call of the mages guild said to have been built in the trees, the Tall antlered man roamed into the guildhall unannounced, yet still, like a bull in a china shop, knocking over several bar stools by accident. Large green wings still remaining on his back, slowly dispersing and shrinking until they were no more . . . "Why do humans have so . . . " The antlered fellow didn't take notice to the group of mages staring at him while the merrymaking continued. "I wanna join the guild." . . . He looked silly with the wooden stool stuck on his leg and half broken.