windrunnerThe western woods defend their secrets well. One of these is Lyralei, master archer of the forest and preferred godchild of the wind. Known now as Windrunner, Lyralei’s loved ones were killed in a gale on the evening of her birth– their home blown down by the gale, contents scattered to the winds. Just the newborn survived among the debris in the field of death and destruction. In the silence after the storm, the wind itself took notice of the fortunate baby sobbing tears in the yard. The wind pitied the youngster and so raised her in to the sky and ¬†placed her on a doorstep in a neighbouring town. In the years that followed, the wind returned from time to time to the youngster’s life, ¬†viewing from a distance while she honed her skills. Now, after many years of training, Windrunner fires her arrows true to their targets. She moves with blinding velocity, as if sped up by a wind ever at her back.