Born under the crimson glow of a volcanic caldera, Lyra, a Tiefling bard , carries a legacy of inferno and melody. Her song is a enchanting blend of sorrow and glee , often supported by the haunting strains of her lyre. Few understand that the sparks dancing from her horns aren’t merely a visual

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