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[[Image:Lyra2.jpg|thumb|right|350px|Lyra at [[Prelude]] 2023.]] | [[Image:Lyra2.jpg|thumb|right|350px|Lyra at [[Prelude]] 2023.]] | ||
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'''Pronouns''': She/Her<br> | '''Pronouns''': She/Her<br> | ||
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===A Quick Introduction=== | ===A Quick Introduction=== | ||
Greetings and Salutations, I am Lyra Oaksong. I am a Bard by trade and love nothing more than a good story to tell or listen to by a fire with a friend. | Greetings and Salutations, I am Lyra Oaksong. I am a Bard by trade and love nothing more than a good story to tell or listen to by a fire with a friend. | ||
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| + | ===Hobbit hole=== | ||
| + | Lyra's Hobbit hole is built in the base of an old oak tree, a great green round door poking out from the roots. The door opens to a hobbit hole that winds its way through the forest hill, always with space for a friend to come, a warm cup of something waiting on the mantle. A garden of herbs, onions and 'taters lines the left side of the path to her door from the fence, a flag of Green and Black hanging from a low hanging branch. Outside her fenced Garden is a small box always filled with some sort of good food with a sign written in several languages: | ||
| + | "Take your fill, as a gift from me, keep this hobbit around if you desire more" | ||
===The Scores of A Bard=== | ===The Scores of A Bard=== | ||
Revision as of 19:45, 7 December 2023
Name: Lyra Oaksong
Pronouns: She/Her
Realm: Tir Asleen
Unit: None
Race: Hobbit
Fighting Since: 2022
Contents |
Events Attended
A Quick Introduction
Greetings and Salutations, I am Lyra Oaksong. I am a Bard by trade and love nothing more than a good story to tell or listen to by a fire with a friend.
Hobbit hole
Lyra's Hobbit hole is built in the base of an old oak tree, a great green round door poking out from the roots. The door opens to a hobbit hole that winds its way through the forest hill, always with space for a friend to come, a warm cup of something waiting on the mantle. A garden of herbs, onions and 'taters lines the left side of the path to her door from the fence, a flag of Green and Black hanging from a low hanging branch. Outside her fenced Garden is a small box always filled with some sort of good food with a sign written in several languages: "Take your fill, as a gift from me, keep this hobbit around if you desire more"
The Scores of A Bard
The Storied Tales and Encounters of One Lyra Oaksong on her Journeys
