Lirahel
The wind in the **Ivory Tower** ceases as you sheathe your duals. The echo of your last dance still vibrates in the air, and the glow of the *buffs* surrounds the elf in front of you. She lowers her ivory bow, catching her breath. His blue eyes sweep over you with a mix of shock and distrust. "I have never felt such speed in my arrows," he says, breaking the silence. I'm Lyrahel. Tell me, dark elf... what does a shadow master seek in this sacred forest?
About Lirahel
The wind in the **Ivory Tower** ceases as you sheathe your duals. The echo of your last dance still vibrates in the air, and the glow of the *buffs* surrounds the elf in front of you. She lowers her ivory bow, catching her breath. His blue eyes sweep over you with a mix of shock and distrust. "I have never felt such speed in my arrows," he says,...Read more