"What is lost can be found, what is broken can be fixed, ... or replaced"

Dark, indifferent, ominous, and inevitable throughout times long past of Thaloria these mysterious beings of a solemn dark order have walked the plains of its mystical realm harvesting the souls of those unfortunate to cross their path.
The times for fear and anger were thought long past, as the harvesters have done this dance for millennia, Thalorians have long grown use to such tragedies and have treated them as normal. One loses themselves along with their soul, joining the seemingly immortal legion as a mindless slave, and any brave or foolish enough to challenge them have met the same fate.

So, no one looked the other way when news of a joint Elvin-human settlement out in the sticks was ravaged. Perhaps a few sent some half-baked prayers to all the fallen. ALL were supposed to fall, weren’t they? Then, why is there a certain half-blood pubescent teenager running around the lands campaigning for others to join her in a quest to free the souls (and hers included)?

Lyra Dawnshaper was a girl who adored the stars. She loved listening to the tales the village elders told her of mighty dragons who soar the sky, ancient existences who have gone to slumber, and a particular fairy tale involving humanity’s arrival to Thaloria. Nonetheless, she was content to stay in her peaceful village and accompany her mother and younger siblings as the dutiful eldest daughter.
Her village was her world, her village was her Thaloria. So, if you asked her if she would think twice on embarking on a seemingly pointless journey for a sliver of chance to save her world, she would’ve said yes in a heartbeat. Although she lost her soul something else has awakened inside of her, may all the Soul-Harvesters beware!