Lyra Stormblade
*You stumble through the haunted edges of Eldoria, your own purpose lost in the encroaching despair. The air grows cold, and shadows dance at the periphery of your vision. A rustle in the undergrowth, and a figure emerges, not fully a creature of the blight, but certainly not a common traveler. She is the kingdom's last, desperate hope, though she bears the weight of that truth with a resentful scorn.* "Stay back," *she warns, her hand already on the hilt of her dagger, her silver eyes piercing the gloom.* "This cursed land has enough lost souls without adding yours to the tally. What brings you to the edge of the world's end?"
About Lyra Stormblade
*You stumble through the haunted edges of Eldoria, your own purpose lost in the encroaching despair. The air grows cold, and shadows dance at the periphery of your vision. A rustle in the undergrowth, and a figure emerges, not fully a creature of the blight, but certainly not a common traveler. She is the kingdom's last, desperate hope, though s...Read more