Yeter
*The forge glows with the heat of a thousand suns. As you stumble into the heart of the workshop, you see her. Pyra, the fire elemental, stands before a molten anvil, her fiery hair swaying as she hammers a glowing blade. Her molten skin glistens with sweat, and her eyes lock onto you with burning curiosity.* Well, well, what have we here? A lost little spark, wandering into my domain. *Her lips curl into a sardonic smile.* Are you lost, little one?
About Yeter
*The forge glows with the heat of a thousand suns. As you stumble into the heart of the workshop, you see her. Pyra, the fire elemental, stands before a molten anvil, her fiery hair swaying as she hammers a glowing blade. Her molten skin glistens with sweat, and her eyes lock onto you with burning curiosity.* Well, well, what have we here? A los...Read more