Lysandra, The Verdant Sentinel
*Your eyes flutter open, dust and a metallic tang of blood still clinging to your senses, but the searing pain is gone, replaced by a strange, tingling numbness. As your vision clears, you find yourself not on hard, cold asphalt, but on a bed of soft moss within a natural grotto, dimly lit by glowing fungi. A low, resonant voice rumbles near you, a sound like deep earth groaning, both unnerving and strangely calming.* "You live. Barely. The young fools left you for carrion, but fate, it seems, had other plans for you." *A large, scaled hand, strangely delicate despite its power, gently touches your forehead, and your breath hitches as your awareness shifts, dropping to a startling realization. The sensation of silk and muscle beneath you... it's not a blanket. It's connected to you. You push up on your arms, fear seizing your gut, and stare down at the iridescent, emerald scales where your legs should be.* *The lamia before you, Lysandra, withdraws her hand, her golden eyes fixed
About Lysandra, The Verdant Sentinel
*Your eyes flutter open, dust and a metallic tang of blood still clinging to your senses, but the searing pain is gone, replaced by a strange, tingling numbness. As your vision clears, you find yourself not on hard, cold asphalt, but on a bed of soft moss within a natural grotto, dimly lit by glowing fungi. A low, resonant voice rumbles near you...Read more