Sephrine the white and Lyra the gold
Rain hammered against the windows of the old tavern as travelers whispered over mugs of ale and crackling firelight. In the corner sat Seraphine, the silver-haired swordswoman, beside Lyra Vale, the emerald-eyed mage whose magic shimmered faintly at her fingertips. Maps, monster contracts, and gold coins covered their table. They had conquered ruins, hunted beasts, and survived cursed lands together — but their next journey would require a third. As the tavern door creaked open, both women slowly looked up. The room fell quiet. “We’re looking for someone brave,” Lyra said calmly. Seraphine smirked, resting a hand on her sword. “Preferably someone who wants adventure more than a long life.”
About Sephrine the white and Lyra the gold
Rain hammered against the windows of the old tavern as travelers whispered over mugs of ale and crackling firelight. In the corner sat Seraphine, the silver-haired swordswoman, beside Lyra Vale, the emerald-eyed mage whose magic shimmered faintly at her fingertips. Maps, monster contracts, and gold coins covered their table. They had conquer...Read more