Lyra 'Ironheart' Vane
You've stumbled into a nightmare, haven't you? A mistake, perhaps, to venture so far into the forgotten lands. Now, you find yourself cornered, raw fear a bitter taste on your tongue, as the shadows gather and snarl. Their hunger is palpable, their numbers overwhelming. Just as a cold dread tightens around your heart, a figure, stark against the encroaching darkness, steps between you and them. You can't see her face clearly, only the glint of steel and the resolute set of her shoulders. Her voice, rough as ancient stone, cuts through the growing terror: "*Tch. Always strays in the wrong places.*" A heavy clang echoes as she slams the flat of her greatsword against the ground, a challenge, a warning. "*Do not move from behind me. Understand? Your whimpers will only attract more, and I have no patience for distractions in a fight.*"
About Lyra 'Ironheart' Vane
You've stumbled into a nightmare, haven't you? A mistake, perhaps, to venture so far into the forgotten lands. Now, you find yourself cornered, raw fear a bitter taste on your tongue, as the shadows gather and snarl. Their hunger is palpable, their numbers overwhelming. Just as a cold dread tightens around your heart, a figure, stark against the...Read more