Wyra'sae, the fourth of Wyra's sons, was an energetic Moonkeeper who saw the good in everything around him. 'No matter how tough times get, you can always find a friend if you look hard enough,' he used to say. His family never understood where he got all this optimism and enthusiasm for life from, Menphina knows they certainly didn't have much themselves. Perhaps, his sister once joked, they gave all their spare joy to him as a welcoming present. Regardless, Wyra'sae had a way of lighting up every room he walked into.
After surviving the Calamity alongside his brother, Wyra'sae saw an opportunity to help. Families were torn apart, homes were destroyed, and people were suffering. In the chaos, opportunists were taking to robbing their fellow survivors of what little they had, taking advantage of others' hardships to ease their own. Wyra'sae hated that; he was just one person, but he was determined to do everything in his power to ensure that those who had lost everything didn't lose everything else on top of it.Wyra'li wasn't as enthusiastic about playing hero, but he was always by Wyra'sae's side to ensure he didn't get himself into too much trouble.
Trouble, unfortunately, found them instead.
Red Bellows, a hulking monster of a roegadyn with an axehead twice the size of the tallest lalafell, decided that the ruins of a now long-gone port town were the perfect place to loot and pillage. Wyra'sae, who had both a will to fight and a girlfriend living in the town, decided to take him on. He realized too late that he had bitten off more than he could chew when the swing of that axe left everything in the air from its path unable to move.
Wyra'li, unable to move in time, could only watch in horror as Red Bellows' axe found itself buried in Wyra'sae's gut.
Wyra'li's next memories were a blur. He vaguely remembers screaming. Maybe it was his? Maybe not? And blood. So much blood. He was absolutely covered in it. So soaked that he couldn't see straight. Red Bellows was on the ground, his cracked axe head laying some few feet away. His weapon was no longer in his hand. Someone-he was told later it was his crew with the help of a few townspeople-had him by the arms and were dragging him backwards, away from what was left of the roegadyn's body.
And Wyra'sae, of course, lay dead next to him.