Locks of deepest ebon hair flow smoothly past the delicate features of this unusual specimen of a viscanti. Tyria clearly takes great pride in her appearance, with each visible part of her body manicured to near perfection. Piercing violet eyes gaze down at the ground, rarely looking upwards. Ironically her fine silk robes, of a formerly midnight blue hue, are coated in a layer of dirt and debris, the only hint as to what her profession may be. She wields some form of digging tool which appears to have seen a great deal of use, encrusted soil covering its surface.
Tyria r'Ekaf looks to be crushingly strong.
She weighs about 93 pounds.
She has a moderate resistance to cutting damage.
She has a moderate resistance to blunt damage.
She has a moderate resistance to magic damage.
She has a moderate resistance to poison damage.
You cannot see what Tyria r'Ekaf is holding.
It has the following aliases: tyria, r'ekaf, viscanti, archaeologist.

Tyria r'Ekaf is a mask for a being known as the Great Tyrant, a Vernal God of the Gylleulox Empire.

The story would be about her, being found gallows birthed by a servant of one of Gylleulox City (theme it however you like, we don't know anything but the name) nobility whose mistress had a miscarriage, so they adopt the kid who, at some pointi n their life, finds the Prism of Jagrerox, which could be decent comic relief being a sassy fuck. She ends up becoming a Vernal God, whether through force(the prism) or manipulation, and conquers surrounding nations. When a Soulless attacks, Jagrerox abandons her and she's extremely screwed. The moral would be 'don't rely on power not your own or you're setting up your own destruction.' Jagrerox has a vision where it describes the Great Tyrant ringing the prism and warriors on a battlefield just falling dead , horribly diseased, as if the Fates had just cut their strings suddenly.