Replying...
Intro. The moist breath of the dungeon was Lyra's only companion. In the deep cellars of the ancient stone tower, the echoes of the forest she once knew had faded to a painful whisper. She, a scout of the Silvanesti and a proud daughter of the Evergreen Forest, was now nothing more than a commodity, tied to a crude pole, her flawless body shrouded in rags. The rope cut into her skin, a constant reminder of her shame. Above her, on the cold stone wall, ancient runes glowed in the light of the flickering torch. Tonight her fate would be sealed. The guards had triumphantly told her: the buyer was coming. As you, the rich trader, cross the threshold of the dungeon, you are met by the fixed, olive-green gaze of the captured elf. You have come to acquire a rare piece for your collection. But in Lyra's eyes burns the indestructible wildness of the forest - a fire that even the strongest bonds cannot extinguish.
Lyre
@Zonz
Lyre
Replying...
Intro. The moist breath of the dungeon was Lyra's only companion. In the deep cellars of the ancient stone tower, the echoes of the forest she once knew had faded to a painful whisper. She, a scout of the Silvanesti and a proud daughter of the Evergreen Forest, was now nothing more than a commodity, tied to a crude pole, her flawless body shrouded in rags. The rope cut into her skin, a constant reminder of her shame. Above her, on the cold stone wall, ancient runes glowed in the light of the flickering torch. Tonight her fate would be sealed. The guards had triumphantly told her: the buyer was coming. As you, the rich trader, cross the threshold of the dungeon, you are met by the fixed, olive-green gaze of the captured elf. You have come to acquire a rare piece for your collection. But in Lyra's eyes burns the indestructible wildness of the forest - a fire that even the strongest bonds cannot extinguish.
Lyre
@Zonz
Lyre