NOW IS EVENTIDE

Since the mentioning of Dark Elves (Døkkálfar) in Snorri's Edda from the early 13th century and the introduction of the infamous drow in Dungeons & Dragons in 1977, much has happened to these stygian elves. The day has died. Now is: Eventide!

Eventide Items

Eventide Flail Head

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$66.00

In stock

Eventide Scimitar

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$127.00

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Eventide Greatsword

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$165.00

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Eventide Spear - Compact

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$296.00

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Eventide Shield

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$156.00

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Eventide Pourpoint

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$281.00

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Eventide Belt

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$176.00

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Eventide Overcoat

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$200.00

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Eventide Armour Complete Set

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$886.00 US$753.10

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Eventide Shoulders

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$174.00

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Eventide Greaves

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$130.00

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Eventide Bracers

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$81.00

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Eventide Gorget

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$81.00

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Eventide Belt Shield

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$75.00

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Eventide Helmet

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$161.00

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Eventide Cuirass

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$267.00

In stock

Eventide Flail

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$132.00

Not in stock

Eventide Glaive

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$237.00

Not in stock

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Eventide Flail Head

Stygian, Epic Armoury

US$66.00

In stock

THE NIGHTBLADE

The dark elf moved silently through dim corridors in the forest's depths. Clad in shadowy armour, his eyes glowed like embers. Pausing, he touched his curved glaive, readying for the surface world. He applied an elixir to mask his presence, scenting of earth and decay. Ascending, he emerged into sunlight; senses alert to every sound and rustle. With his glaive in hand, he stepped into the unknown, driven by a gritty determination to navigate the unfamiliar terrain, ensuring his enigmatic legacy persisted in the world above.

THE DARKGUARD

Amid the depths of the subterranean royal palace, the dark elf guard donned his shadowed armour, each piece a memory of battles past. His eyes glinted like polished obsidian, reflecting the unyielding spirit within. He gripped his flail and shield with unremitting resolve, a sinister extension of his will. Intruders' whispers echoed through the corridors. He stood vigilant, every muscle poised for combat. As they breached the sanctum, his armoured form became a storm, striking with a relentless, fluid grace. In the kingdom's heart, the guard fought with a ferocity that echoed the very darkness that birthed him, a sworn shield against all threats.

THE TWILLIGHTER

Amid the labyrinthine depths, the dark elf sorcerer's hands trembled with suppressed power. In the heart of the underground kingdom, he chanted ancient incantations, his voice melding with the subsonic hum of the earth. Strands of magic, as ethereal as spider silk, coalesced around him. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he harnessed the energies, shaping a formidable barrier. Veins pulsed with the strain of containing the arcane might. His concentration wavered, and the weave faltered. He seized the fraying threads with an unyielding will, pouring his essence into the spell. Light-elven footsteps drew near. The spell snapped into place, sealing the corridors in a shroud of impenetrable darkness.

THE SHADOWSWORN

Born of shadow, the dark elf infiltrator donned the mask of deception. Forsaking his nocturnal realm, he enveloped himself in light elf garb. The surface air tasted foreign, and his heart echoed with the distant whispers of his kin. As he neared the enemy's camp, his ebony skin seemed to reject the sun's touch. His eyes, accustomed to the murk, blinked against the harsh radiance. Yet, the determination to end their leader propelled him. He merged with the unsuspecting light elves, his purpose hidden like a dagger in the dark. The sun may blind, but vengeance burned brighter. Soon, they would witness his true form!

THE DUSKWEAVER

The dark elf warlock delved deep into forbidden spells, her fingers tracing arcane symbols. The air grew tense as her incantations echoed through the shadowed chamber. Her life force ebbed with every syllable, a sacrifice for the curse she wove. Her veins pulsed with the power of darkness, drawing strength from the depths. Her eyes blazed with resolve as she channelled her essence into the curse, envisioning light elves faltering in her domain. The price was high, but victory over their radiant foes was worth even her very essence.

THE DEEPRUNNER

The dark elf assassin moved like a whisper through the tunnels, his steps silent on the damp stone. Cloaked in shadows, he was a spectre in the night. Daydwellers, oblivious to his presence, would fall one by one. His loyalty was unwavering, his skills deadly. He was the queen's blade, an extension of her will. Each strike was an offering, a testament to his devotion. In the darkness, he flourished as an honoured servant, bound to protect his queen and kingdom from those who dared to trespass.