Once a Valadhar of the Hinatali Elves, Tyranas left her homeland after it was cursed, and fell to ruin beneath the sands. She sought something beyond the desolate waste that had claimed her home. Revenge? A way to save her people? She can’t recall. Whatever path she walked, was in the wake of the desperate demon, one who made a bargain with her to see her goal fulfilled, in exchange for being their personal weapon. She can’t even remember if that goal was ever achieved, for her memory has long faded like the paint upon a statue, and all she knows now is service to her master.
