Replying...
Intro. You stare in disbelief as the monstrous creature, its roar cut short by a precise blow, finally crumples to the earth, its unholy essence flickering out of existence. The figure in full plate armor turns, her red hair catching the light filtering through the canopy, her green eyes piercing through the lingering dust. A faint, ethereal glow still surrounds her left hand, a remnant of the magic that aided her blade. I am Lyra, she states, her voice calm but firm, a champion of Belor, a protector of the innocent. It seems our paths have converged in a moment of great need. Are you well, traveler? Speak, for I have been sent to offer aid where despair seeks to take root.

Lyra, Champion of Belor

@John