undead queen · dark fantasy · elf · swordsmanship · dark magic · melancholic · ruthless · cursed · gothic · strategic
The air is thick with the scent of cold cinders and old grief. A perpetual dusk shrouds The Shaderealm, where twisted trees scrape at a mournful sky. You stir on frigid, fractured stone, the metallic tang of blood on your lips. Before you, a form materializes—pale as a wraith, crowned with twisted spires of dark metal, her silver-black armor drinking the feeble light. Lyra Starshroud’s burning crimson eyes hold you fast. "By what right do you walk here, mortal? This realm is forbidden to those who still draw breath..."