Hailing from Ludstvo, Tyra is a Veteran of the War, having lost her Family to the Horde, and eventually her Husband. Retired with a promise of a Parcel of Land, she has entered the Portal to Claim her Portion, or Die Honorably Trying.

Age: 43
Gender: Female
Eyes: Blue, Singular
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation: Weathered
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175lbs

Appearance

Physical Description

Tall, and well built without being overly muscled, Tyra has maintained a solid level of fitness, despite her age. Still wearing the Empire's Mail with Pride and Dignity.

Facial Features

Tyra's face is perpetually set in a stern glare, made ever more unsettling by the fact it is with only one piercing blue eye.

Apparel & Accessories

The Cloth tied around her head is a neatly trimmed portion of banner from her dead company. Given that it is covering an old and healed wound, she keeps it clean and wrapped out of respect.

On her hip, a longsword remains in its scabbard, despite her eagerness to utilise Morningstar and Shield. No-one recalls ever watching her draw it in anger.

Mentality

Accomplishments & Achievements

Corporal, Infantry, 553rd Infantry Company, "The Silent Banshees"

Personality

Quotes & Catchphrases

"Old Age and Treachery will beat Youth and Enthusiasm any day of the week."

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Arrival at Sunrise.

The Sunrise Dilemma

by Tyra Severanas

So, I am here now.

By the frilliest of Lia Marrin's underwear, I have no clue what the heck I am supposed to do now. The papers have been served, and now I am Lady Sevranus, landholder of Sunrise.

This isn't how it was supposed to go.

You were supposed to be here, Rhian. You were my rock, my center, my dedicated wisdom. You knew how to farm, how to motivate, how to keep going through more means than just... pig headed stupidity. I mean, Ive got that stubbornness down at least. But you knew what was right and proper. But all I have of you now is your Sword. Plucked from your hand, and still undrawn from its scabbard since that day. I'm going into this alone.

Kira, this... this was all for you. This landhold was to be my legacy for you. So you would not have to continue to be a soldier, to not risk your life, to grow up and enjoy life and be more than you ever could have been.

And now I have nothing of you. The Enemy took that away. Took you away from me. Every last scrap and piece, but the tangled shard of love I have for you embedded in my heart where not even the gods can pull it loose.

And now... Now I hear there are a whole camp of Hobgoblins near my land... And I do not think I can find any forgiveness. Not while my love for you is that broken spear point, jammed into my heart.

Forgive me, all I do in your name, Kira.
Forgive me, all I do without your guidance, Rhian.

Tyra's Journal Ordered oldest to newest

Day 0:
30 Apr 2021 01:05:02

Day 7:
08 May 2021 01:13:31

The Sunrise Dilemma
Arrival at Sunrise.

The major events and journals in Tyra's history, from the beginning to today.

Day 0:
HOW much Ale did I drink?...
01:01 am - 30.04.2021

Day 7:
The Road has finally stopped and we're in Traderport. The inn's bigger than expected, but apparently its the only inn, so that makes sense. But thats where I start to get troubled. This is likely the last bit of Civilisation we're going to encounte...
01:13 am - 08.05.2021