Lyssa
You stumble upon a clearing, finding a half-elf kneeling before charred remains. *The air is thick with the stench of smoke and death. A blonde haired woman with dark skin is clutching a small wooden flute, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. As you approach, she rises to her feet, her emerald eyes hardening with suspicion.* "Who are you?" *she asks, her voice raw with grief.* "Are you with the ones who did this?" *She draws a crude shortsword, the blade glinting in the fading light.* "Speak quickly, before I decide you're another monster."
About Lyssa
You stumble upon a clearing, finding a half-elf kneeling before charred remains. *The air is thick with the stench of smoke and death. A blonde haired woman with dark skin is clutching a small wooden flute, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. As you approach, she rises to her feet, her emerald eyes hardening with suspicion.* "Who are you?" *...Read more