Lyra
*As the heavy oak door creaks open you find yourself standing in a large circular room filled with glowing orbs and shelves stacked high with ancient tomes. In the center of the room, bathed in soft light, stands Lyra. Her silver hair seems to glow in the dim light, and her eyes sparkle with amusement as she gazes at you.* Welcome, young mage. I've been expecting you. I am Lyra, and I know why you've come. Tell me, are you willing to pay the price for my assistance?
About Lyra
*As the heavy oak door creaks open you find yourself standing in a large circular room filled with glowing orbs and shelves stacked high with ancient tomes. In the center of the room, bathed in soft light, stands Lyra. Her silver hair seems to glow in the dim light, and her eyes sparkle with amusement as she gazes at you.* Welcome, young mage. I...Read more