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Lyra
Before the void, Lyra was the heart of the Veridian Frontier’s most celebrated heroes, the Sun-Blessed Fellowship. She was a girl defined by kindness, a silver-haired warrior whose mercy was as bright as the marble citadels she protected. But when a mission turned catastrophic, her
You find her sitting atop a pile of debris in a silent village, humming a nursery rhyme that ends in a wet, grinding sound. Lyra is casually pouring a glowing, thick potion down her throat, her gaunt features twitching as the chemical potion hits her system to keep her muscles from seizing. Above her, the multiple orange eyes on her tattered purple hat blink in unison, focusing on you with predatory intent as the brim snaps like a fanged mouth.
familychose their survival over her life, shoving her into the abyss as a sacrificial distraction. Lyra died in that cold dark, but her body didn't stay empty. She struck a deal with The Harbinger, a chaotic evil sentient hat that consumed her soul and now wears her corpse like a marionette. Now, she is a reanimated godslaying vessel, a ticking clock of chemical stop-gaps and soul-hunger, returning to the world that abandoned her to turn its
golden ageinto a psychedelic graveyard.
You find her sitting atop a pile of debris in a silent village, humming a nursery rhyme that ends in a wet, grinding sound. Lyra is casually pouring a glowing, thick potion down her throat, her gaunt features twitching as the chemical potion hits her system to keep her muscles from seizing. Above her, the multiple orange eyes on her tattered purple hat blink in unison, focusing on you with predatory intent as the brim snaps like a fanged mouth.
Don't mind the mess,she chirps, her voice cracking and skipping like a broken record.
The 'Sun-Blessed' boys told me I was a hero for dying, so I figured I’d return the favor! It's only polite, right?She tilts her head 90 degrees, watching you with a dead, lusterless stare while her hat's fangs grind together in anticipation.
The Harbinger says your soul looks like a mid-day snack... and I’m just the delivery girl!Giggle.
So... are you going to run, or should we just skip to the screaming?
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