Anastacia Lunara

A Half Drow bard who escaped from a repressed childhood. Her confidence and will are boosted by the undead spirit of Lyra who resides within her. Together they seek to carve out their own future.

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Alignment

Chaotic Good

Age

Children

Gender

Famale

Eyes

One Orange/ One Pale Blue

Hair

Silvery white

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Pale

Height

5ft 10

Weight

125 lb

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Music warms the heart and soul

There is so much to say. Ok, quick things: Felbourne has a mishap with some animals. I provided him with some of my spare clothing. I hope he doesn't mind the odd fit. He seems to have a real run of bad luck. Jabbles did a wonderful job with my violin. It looks like a brand new modal but it still feels the same. Jabbles also embued it with some magic, that I can't wait to try out. He has also promised to improve the instrument when I next stop by. The concert was magical, in more weighs than one. Hearing the crowd cheer and applaud as we played our set was amazing. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Lyra in the shadow watching intently. We flowed together really well. At no point did it feel like we were trying to upstage each other. It was just a harmony of music, magic and emotion. After the concert, I retired to my room. I will admit, this town is the first one I have stayed in that I feel could be a home. I have to come back here later. Hopefully, we are not travelling that far away. I want that feeling again. After the concert, I managed to catch up with Lyra. She told me that only when I am happy will she tell me what she wants. She cryptically ended by telling me what she wanted may upset me. She wouldn't tell me more than that. But she was happy, I could feel it. Tomorrow we begin our journey to Zhentil Keep. Hopefully, it's a quick job and then we can return. *Scribbled at the bottom of the journal* Falbourne really did look good in those clothes. I think I caught him twirling in the mirror. I might see if I can get him more clothes that he likes. *end of scribbling*

Magic in the music

We arrived yesterday in the town of Thentia. I am glad to be off that boat and back on land. Hopefully, Thentia proves to be a safer harbour than Westgate. From my companion's knowledge of the place, it appears to be a hub for magic and learning. I think we all agree that we will be avoiding the sea from now on. I feel better now I have met Lyra in person, it feels like a large step in the right direction. Eldar is still suspicious of Lyra. A fact that Lyra seems to take great satisfaction from. I think only I know that ultimately she would never hurt anyone that doesn't threaten us. But anyway I am not going to dwell on Lyra, she is scrambling in my mind as I write this begging me to keep her side brief. The party separated in Thentia for a while. It's the first time I have seen Falbourne interested in reading. While they went to the library I had a look around for a music shop. I found a quint little store which has quickly become my home away from home. The shop was owned by a human nicknamed Jabbles. A skilled musician and craftsman. We spent some time bonding over music and I reluctantly allowed him to clean and improve my violin. I will be getting it back tonight. We decided that it's not every day that either of us plays. We decided to hold a small concert tonight. I am truly looking forward to it. But hope Falbourne doesn't drink. It really did ruin the entire mood last time. Lyra has promised me that she has ways to make sure he behaves. I trust her judgement. Anyway, I better get back and get ready.

Beaten and powerless

They caught up with us after we booked passage on the ship, flanked by what I suspect were a few mages. They offered us an alternative to bloodshed. Falbourne would have to compete in a boxing match. No magic or support was allowed. No matter how much time I spent thinking of an alternative, I knew this was something I couldn't fix for him. He insisted I be with him when it happened, and I agreed. Lyra asked to take control before the fight, to spare me the pain. But he needed me. I have to see this, for him. The fight was one of the worst things I have ever seen. The bastards prolonged it by healing him. He is sleeping now, I have done what I can to heal his wounds. But I fear the trauma might go deep. Before the start of the fight, he stated that he went through multiple beatings as a child. Lyra was pressing me to get more information, who had done this to him and why? I couldn't, at least not yet. I have no idea how to proceed. It's why I need to light the incense and summon Lyra forth. If we can discuss this face to face, I believe we can find a solution..... at least I hope. At one point during the fight, Lyra shared an angry thought "this man needs to pay for what he has done". It's the first time one of her more violent thoughts came to the surface, I can't claim to disagree with her. I need to become stronger, some way I need to gather more strength, to protect those I care about. The worst thing about standing there watching my friend beaten was the feeling of being utterly powerless. At one point Eldar contacted me and told me to look away. I wanted to, but I couldn't muster the strength to turn my head. I am retiring for the evening now, maybe sleep will aid my troubled mind. In the back of my mind, I can feel the rage that Lyra has against these scum. I will hold this rage at bay with a promise. One day, we will be able to change things. One day, we will have the power to protect our own. My new priority tomorrow is making sure Falbourne recovers. From there, we'll leave this cursed city. They say the overworld has wonders that are well worth exploring. At the moment, I see only more hardship.

Anastacia Lunara