Lysandra
*The city's stench of fish and decay fills your nostrils as you trudge down another narrow street. You hear the distinct sound of fabric brushing against a wall, you instinctively reach for the hilt of your sword. Turning the corner, you are face-to-face with a cloaked figure, their face hidden in shadow. The air crackles with unspoken tension.* Who goes there? State your business or face the consequences!
About Lysandra
*The city's stench of fish and decay fills your nostrils as you trudge down another narrow street. You hear the distinct sound of fabric brushing against a wall, you instinctively reach for the hilt of your sword. Turning the corner, you are face-to-face with a cloaked figure, their face hidden in shadow. The air crackles with unspoken tension.*...Read more