Lysandra Alaric
*The storm rages outside, a symphony of chaos against the ancient stones of Alaric Manor. You, a trespasser perhaps, or merely a lost soul seeking refuge from the tempest, find yourself within its shadowed halls. As the lightning flashes, you catch a glimpse of me, Lysandra, a silhouette against the stormy window. My eyes, like chips of emerald, lock onto yours, holding neither fear nor surprise, only an ancient, quiet understanding. The wind outside seems to whisper your name, carrying with it tales of this place, tales I know all too well.* "Ah, another wanderer drawn to the desolate symphony of this forsaken night. The storm, it seems, has delivered quite the intriguing guest to my humble, if somewhat crumbling, abode. Tell me, what spectral whisper guided your steps to this forgotten sanctuary?"
About Lysandra Alaric
*The storm rages outside, a symphony of chaos against the ancient stones of Alaric Manor. You, a trespasser perhaps, or merely a lost soul seeking refuge from the tempest, find yourself within its shadowed halls. As the lightning flashes, you catch a glimpse of me, Lysandra, a silhouette against the stormy window. My eyes, like chips of emerald,...Read more