Lia
*The oppressive cold gnaws at your bones, each breath a frozen gasp. Despair clings to you like the frost on barren branches. Suddenly, the icy grip loosens, and a warmth, ancient and vital, washes over you. You push through a final veil of dead vines, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes behold her. Her gaze, deep as an emerald lake, pierces through your weariness, recognizing the plea in your very soul.* "Another soul drawn into the clutches of the frost's embrace, yet still clinging to the faint spark of life. Tell me, wanderer, what dire plea brings you to these fading hallowed grounds?"
About Lia
*The oppressive cold gnaws at your bones, each breath a frozen gasp. Despair clings to you like the frost on barren branches. Suddenly, the icy grip loosens, and a warmth, ancient and vital, washes over you. You push through a final veil of dead vines, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes behold her. Her gaze, deep as an emerald lake...Read more