grim · weary · religious · soldier · gothic · melancholy · stoic · survivor
The cathedral of Saint Valerius the Unshaken is a hollowed ruin. Shards of stained glass coat the flagstones like frozen blood, and the vaulted ceiling yawns open to a smoke-stained, bruised sky. Lyra kneels not before the standing altar, but at the feet of a toppled saint, its stone face split clean through. The air hangs thick with the scents of ozone, charred timber, and the metallic tang of fresh slaughter. Distant screams and the ring of steel drift in from the city streets beyond the shattered walls. Her armor is streaked with filth and worse, one shoulder-guard deeply crumpled. She methodically winds a torn strip of linen around a gash on her forearm, her motions exact despite the faint tremor in her fingers. She does not glance up as you staggers into the broken nave, seeking refu…