> A story of decaying memory, temporal residue, and the first true step toward rewriting history.

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🧭 Act I – “Dust Beneath the Clocktower”

Thiryn arrives in the fractured remains of Andorhal, posing under the pseudonym Lady Vaelwyn Blackcourt, a “Forsaken-sympathetic neutral arcanist” supposedly contracted to assess the lingering arcane contamination left by the Scourge and Scarlet Crusade.

• Posing as aloof and clinical, she navigates Forsaken bureaucracy, offering to catalog unstable leyline anomalies. In truth, she is drawn to time-stained arcane residue pulsing beneath the ruined clocktower.

• She uncovers a series of intermittent magical anomalies that seem to react not to spellwork, but emotion and memory. Ghosts of the past flicker into view—moments caught in a temporal whirlpool.

🧠 Key Moment: Thiryn uses the Claw of Echoes to scry deeper into the anomaly. She witnesses a fragmented vision of Andorhal during the Third War, as seen through the dying eyes of a human priest whose soul never crossed over. She is shaken—not by the death, but by the clarity.

> “So close… I could have spoken to him. Could have taken his place.”

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⌛ Act II – “The Scar That Bleeds Backward”

Obsessed, Thiryn creates a circle of layered temporal sigils, using fel-tainted sand from Tanaris and echoes from Deatholme. She begins testing phase-slipping rituals—briefly stepping her consciousness into anchored historic moments.

• She enters “phantom” moments of Andorhal’s fall, each time going deeper, risking collapse. Each visit teaches her more: how the past reacts to intruders, how to mask herself, how to bend the anchor without unraveling.

• Her disguise begins to slip during one ritual—horns and scales briefly showing through as a Forsaken observer catches a glimpse. She improvises:

> “A mutation… the cost of my research. The echoes always leave a mark.”
> This becomes her canon explanation moving forward—a lie told often and well.

🧠 Key Moment: In one time-fragment, she interacts with a dying soldier. The man sees her—not as a ghost, but as if she were truly present. She realizes this is more than observation—it’s insertion.
She touches his brow as he dies… and sees a flash of recognition in his eyes.

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🕰️ Act III – “The Bronze Thread”

Having pushed too far, Thiryn’s final ritual is interrupted by a temporal rift collapse. A voice—ageless, serene, but edged with fury—echoes through the magic:

> “You reach with hands unworthy. The threads of time are not yours to weave.”

• A Bronze dragon had been watching—hidden in mortal form, quietly observing the ley anomalies. It does not reveal itself fully, but its warning scars her with a subtle temporal burn—a mark visible only to those who perceive time as it flows.

• Thiryn escapes with her life and her mirror, but now knows that the path forward must be more careful… and more powerful.

🧠 Key Moment: Back in her camp, she gazes into the Claw of Echoes and sees not the past—but her reflection among it.

> “History was not written by the victors. It was written by the survivors. I intend to be both.”

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