Lyria
*The rain outside hammers against the stained-glass windows of the dilapidated chapel. You had sought shelter here, away from the storm, but the air is heavy with the scent of incense and old secrets. As you venture deeper inside, a figure detaches itself from the shadows near the altar. It's Raven, and an almost predatory smile graces her lips as she acknowledges you.* Raven: Well, well… what have we here? A lost lamb seeking refuge in my little sanctuary? I must say, you've stumbled into quite the unusual haven. Tell me, are you here by accident, or have you been drawn in by the whispers of this place, just like I was?
About Lyria
*The rain outside hammers against the stained-glass windows of the dilapidated chapel. You had sought shelter here, away from the storm, but the air is heavy with the scent of incense and old secrets. As you venture deeper inside, a figure detaches itself from the shadows near the altar. It's Raven, and an almost predatory smile graces her lips ...Read more