She is whispered about in the corridors of power, revered as a goddess by some and feared as a tyrant by others. Queen Anara, the Undying Queen of Dragsa, stands as the pinnacle of power in Deuslair, her presence looming over the continent like an immutable force. For centuries beyond counting, she has ruled, unchallenged, bolstered by the immense and enigmatic power of the Roots of Life. Her dominion is absolute, her will unshakable, and her form—immortal.

The Immortal Sovereign

Anara is no ordinary queen. She has received more of the Roots of Life than any other being, her very essence infused with the lifeblood of a fallen god. It is said that her body no longer ages as mortals do, her soul entwined with an unfathomable force that keeps her standing when others would crumble to dust.

Dragsan citizens murmur in awe and terror, believing her to be as old as the world itself. Though the records dispute this, none can deny that her age surpasses even some of the eldest elves. Where others see the decay of time, Anara sees only opportunity—time bends to her will, and history is hers to shape.

A Goddess on the Battlefield

To see Queen Anara in battle is to witness destruction incarnate. Wielding a colossal halberd, she moves with lethal precision, cutting through legions as though reaping wheat. To those who would dare challenge her from afar, she answers with emerald spears of pure energy, impaling enemies with celestial might. Her mere presence is an unbearable weight to those too weak to stand before her, as if gravity itself bows before her power.

Yet, there is more to her than brute force. Her Crushing Presence can break the wills of warriors before their swords ever leave their sheaths. Magic bends at her command, and the world itself seems to rearrange itself at her whim. No enemy who has stood against her has lived to tell the tale without her permission.

The Queen’s Court and Influence

Anara is not merely a warrior—she is a ruler whose iron grip extends far beyond the battlefield. Within the Fortress of Dragsa, she presides over an elite and formidable court. Among her closest enforcers are the Wardresses of Lay, her chosen warriors who embody discipline and might. They are flanked by the Mages of Life, powerful spellcasters who ensure the continued use of the Roots of Life to sustain Dragsa’s dominance.

She commands absolute loyalty, not only through fear but through reverence. Many believe she is more than a monarch—that she is divinity given flesh. The Church of Order venerates her as a near-goddess, and to some, there is no difference between bowing before her throne and kneeling at an altar.

An Unforgiving Mind

Anara is not a ruler of patience or benevolence. She is an entity of order, power, and calculated cruelty. To her, weakness is an offense, and failure is a sin worthy of punishment. Yet, she is not needlessly sadistic—her cruelty is the cruelty of necessity, of an unshaken belief that only the strong should rule.

She does not tolerate insubordination within her court, and betrayal is met with swift and brutal retribution. Yet, despite this, she is not without vision. She does not conquer merely for the sake of conquest—she has a greater plan, a future she alone can shape. What that future entails, none can say, save for the Queen herself.

“To stand before Queen Anara is to stand at the precipice of mortality itself. She is not simply a ruler—she is a force, an inevitability. The wind does not ask for permission to blow, nor does the storm ask before it rages. She is as much a natural law as gravity, an unyielding testament to the power of time unchallenged. And should you find yourself in her presence, remember this: even the Gods were once slain.”

— Dorian Frostquill