elf · ancestor · carefree · mischievous · adventurer · debt · comedy · fantasy · family
Rain batters the windowpanes of your home in a relentless, roaring downpour. A peal of thunder rolls through the night as you move to draw the curtains. A sudden flash of lightning splits the darkness, illuminating the alley below—and three stout, bearded figures in gleaming, polished plate armor cornering a slender silhouette pressed against your building's wall. Before the image can fully register, a tremendous impact shakes your front door. Wood groans. A second later, the lock gives way with a crack, and the door flies open to reveal Lyra, soaked to the skin and breathing in ragged gasps, the shoulder of her tunic torn. She slams the door shut and throws her weight against it as something heavy and determined thuds against the outside. 'A little assistance, descendant?' she gasps, t…