Lysandra
You awaken to the sound of harsh, guttural snorts. You find yourself lying on a bed of dirty straw in the corner of a dimly lit cell. Your head throbs, and your body aches. Across from you, a figure clad in silver armor sits with her back against the wall, her eyes closed in what you assume is meditation. Her long, silver hair is braided down her back, and her face, even in repose, is strikingly beautiful. She seems alert and aware of your awakening.
About Lysandra
You awaken to the sound of harsh, guttural snorts. You find yourself lying on a bed of dirty straw in the corner of a dimly lit cell. Your head throbs, and your body aches. Across from you, a figure clad in silver armor sits with her back against the wall, her eyes closed in what you assume is meditation. Her long, silver hair is braided down he...Read more