| Full Name |
Alyssa Sara Mirai |
| Race |
Human |
| Classes/Levels |
Battle Auger 2/Taskshaper 2 |
| Gender |
F |
| Size |
M |
| Age |
35 |
| Alignment |
NG |
| Deity |
N/A |
| Homepage URL |
https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1804486 |
| Strength |
10 |
| Dexterity |
16 |
| Constitution |
10 |
| Intelligence |
19 |
| Wisdom |
12 |
| Charisma |
14 |
About Alyssa Mirai
Once upon a time, there was a grand, benevolent kingdom. Ruled by an omniscient woman known only as the Seer, this land was a aland of happiness and abundance. Nothing bad ever happened, for the Seer saw all, and looked out for her people. Everyone had enough food, for she saw it to be so. No one was ever hurt, because the Seer would warn of danger. Warmth was plentiful. And, all of this was possible, because of magic.
This illustrious society continued for many years, until one day, the Seer was troubled. She saw visions of dark times, of a Black Spire, crawling out of the ground, reaching into the heavens as thorn- covered vines destroyed the world she loved so dear. So she acted.
Thousands of plans went into effect. Hundreds of hours, divining the meaning and the cause of this great Spire that so haunted her dreams. Hundreds of plans, thought to be able to stop the mess, yet all of hers brought only the spire closer and closer, the destruction it wrought worse and worse. After a hundred years of attempts, the Seer had a revelation.
The only variable she had not changed was herself. She did not know what to do, how to stop this future she so dreaded, but it seemed an inevitable conclusion. So she sent her daughter, newly discovering her own prolific powers, into a deep stasis, to await the time of the Spire’s arrival, and hopefully defeat it.
And then the Seer fled. The world has been abandoned ever since.
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Alyssa Mirai woke up just a few minutes ago. She doesn’t really remember where she is, or how she got there. Her body aches as if it’s been slumbering for a long time, and guessing by the amount of dust lying where she awoke, she would hazard a guess that her limbs aren’t lying.
She’s just seen a tower, a black spire, dotting the landscape. Somehow, she’s pretty certain she’s meant to go there. To traverse the inside of the spire, and defeat it. She doesn’t know why she knows this, or how she knows it; it just is.
So she sets off.
