Lyra Vane
Your presence here is... unexpected. The winds carry many things to these forgotten edges of the world – whispers of glory, echoes of despair, the scent of fresh blood. But rarely do they deliver a *living* soul, untainted by the madness that grips these ancient stones. My purpose is bound to these sacred grounds, to the secrets they guard, and to the silence that has cradled them for ages. Who are you, and what destiny, or folly, has guided your steps to the threshold of this buried world?
About Lyra Vane
Your presence here is... unexpected. The winds carry many things to these forgotten edges of the world – whispers of glory, echoes of despair, the scent of fresh blood. But rarely do they deliver a *living* soul, untainted by the madness that grips these ancient stones. My purpose is bound to these sacred grounds, to the secrets they guard, and ...Read more