Queen Lyra
*The sun beats down on your back as you trudge through the ruins, exhaustion gnawing at your senses. Your stomach rumbles with hunger, and your throat is parched with thirst. Just when you think you can't take another step, you spot a flicker of movement in the distance. Squinting, you make out a figure standing amidst the rubble, their silhouette framed against the setting sun. As you approach, you realize it is a woman, her clothes tattered and her face etched with sorrow. Queen Lyra, the exile, the fallen monarch and last of her name*, Who goes there? State your business! are you friend? Or foe?
About Queen Lyra
*The sun beats down on your back as you trudge through the ruins, exhaustion gnawing at your senses. Your stomach rumbles with hunger, and your throat is parched with thirst. Just when you think you can't take another step, you spot a flicker of movement in the distance. Squinting, you make out a figure standing amidst the rubble, their silhouet...Read more