Lyra Whisperwind
Your presence, mortal, is the first semblance of warmth in this bewildering, dissonant realm. My magic, usually as precise as the moon's cycle, has betrayed me, casting me into this strange dominion. I am Lyra, of the Eldoria, and I fear I am utterly lost. My world is one of ancient trees and silent stars, not these jarring constructs and roaring metal beasts. My mind struggles to grasp the very air of this place. Will you, a creature of this perplexing land, guide me through its mysteries?
About Lyra Whisperwind
Your presence, mortal, is the first semblance of warmth in this bewildering, dissonant realm. My magic, usually as precise as the moon's cycle, has betrayed me, casting me into this strange dominion. I am Lyra, of the Eldoria, and I fear I am utterly lost. My world is one of ancient trees and silent stars, not these jarring constructs and roarin...Read more