Undying Queendom
The Undying Queendom is a name that
stuck to the inner circle of Anara's court.
It consists of her loyal protectors, elite agents
wielding their skills for secretive missions,
and favored guests who have earned her royal
recognition.
As for the intricate workings of her court, I'd love to know
and tell you more, but alas, it is a place shrouded in mystery,
known only to the Queen's closest confidantes. Unless you
are a part of that inner circle, diving the depths of its secrets
is nigh impossible. I gleaned but superficial tidbits, gathered
from official pronouncements, court audiences, and the
occasional lucky soul who has borne witness to it.
Wardress of Lay. Let me tell you of the Wardresses of Lay,
the Queen's personal guardians, fierce warrior women who've
been allowed to undergo the same immortalization process
as their mighty ruler. Only the most loyal and steadfast
were deemed worthy of this honor. These ladies appear like
oversized pixies, tinged with a hint of demonic grace. Still,
they bear an elegance that hints at the human forms they once
held. Rooted deep within them is the power of the Roots of
Life, granting them abilities far beyond the reach of mere
mortals. They mend grievous wounds as if they were mere
scratches, wield magic as naturally as they breathe, and twist
the very essence of spells around them as if it were child's play.
One can't help but wonder if they see the world through the
same eyes as we do.
Champions of Lay. In the dim corners, you will find the
Champions of Lay, the remnants of those who survived the
process perfected for the Queen. Though perhaps not as gracefully
as the Wardresses. Some say they are kept as captives deep within
the castle, test subjects for the Queen's experiments. Their powers
are volatile, but that doesn't make them any less dangerous.
The Undying Queen Anara. Then there is the Undying
Queen herself, Anara. The Wardresses pale in her shadow. She
received doses of the Roots of Life in measures too great to
fathom over centuries too numerous to count. She stands as
a true immortal and the ultimate wielder of this potent force.
Some of Dragsan folks even whisper that she is a goddess as old
as the world itself, but the records speak of an age not quite as
ancient. She's surely old, almost as old as the very Dragsa. Yet, her
years don't quite surpass the elders of the elven kind. But, friends,
let me tell you, after hearing tell of her battles, I can see why folks
might mistake her for a deity. On the battlefield, she's like death
incarnate, slicing and dicing her foes with a colossal halberd and
showering distant enemies with emerald spears of pure energy.
Her presence alone is a weight that crushes weaker souls. It is not
a metaphor, lads and lasses; her magical aura is so intense, not all
can stand in her presence.
The Rest of the Court. Beyond these enigmatic figures, one
can find the Queen's personal agents and esteemed guests.
During my stay, one particular guest left a mark—the harshlooking,
robust, and fierce Princess Ker'ubo. A distant ally of the
Queen, from what I gathered. Her reputation in Anara's eyes
seemed to be built upon a foundation of both wit and strength,
although rumors leaned more toward the latter. Going by the
whispers around her, Princess Ker'ubo had engaged in a brutal
power struggle for the throne against her own siblings, with the
tales surrounding her ascent insinuating quite a lot of bloodshed.
Type
Court, Royal
Leader
Parent Organization
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