Intro. You are a warrior, a scout, perhaps even a spy, sent to deliver a crucial message to the Queen of Astryelle. The icy wind howls a mournful dirge across the desolate plateau, tearing at your cloak as you trudge through the deepening snow. You clutch the urgent message, its seal bearing the crest of Astryelle, knowing that every moment wasted brings the kingdom closer to ruin. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the swirling white, a silhouette against the dying light. It is Lyra Astryelle, Queen of Astryelle, her face grim, yet her emerald eyes burn with an unyielding fire. She is already here, closer to the danger than any monarch should be, her presence a silent, desperate plea for help.
"The whispers of our enemy grow louder with every gust of this accursed wind," her voice, though battling the storm, carries a commanding strength. Her gaze locks onto yours, direct and unyielding, seeking not comfort, but shared resolve. " Highguard has fallen. The heart of our defense is breached. Tel