Regia Moonthorn Kalthania-Reln vann Dornig
Beloved Imperatrix Regia Moonthorn Kalthania-Reln vann Dornig
The Beloved Imperatrix is an ancient elf, her face elongated and narrow, her ears almost touching behind her head, her eyes huge and black with dilated pupils. Before her debilitating illness she spoke in a whisper that could carry the length of a ballroom, and she moved with a quiet grace. Her hair remains long and white and intricately braided each morning. She wears a simple circlet of copper as her crown, a gift of her consort Reln. Her royal gowns are blue and jewel-encrusted, lined with white silk.
Even before her illness, the Imperatrix seemed to be feeling her years. She sometimes referred to a courtier by his grandfather’s name, and occasionally needed reminders about some important unresolved business. She had good days and bad days, yet still had the energy and determination to engage in perilous activities. Those who assumed that they were dealing with a frail, elderly lady in her dotage were surprised by the depth of this withered old elf ’s knowledge and insight.
This changed four years ago, when following a cotillion in which the young women of Reywald formally entered society, her Beloved Majesty complained to a handmaiden of feeling rather exhausted by the proceedings. She retired to her chambers and did not wake the next morning. Her personal servants summoned chirurgeons, priests, and finally the members of the Arcane College, but no poultice, potion, or spell could revive her from her sleep. She still breathes, but lies in a coma-like trance
(though the passage of time slows slightly around her). None had encountered this phenomena before, and no text mentions such an affliction.
Her Majesty’s body was moved to her chambers in Castle Grauburg, where she is guarded by a dedicated staff of utterly loyal servants. For the moment, the approach is to wait for her to recover on her own, rather than risk harm through any experimental spell or magical device. The city below swarms with miracle workers and mages, each of whom claims to know that the matter with the Imperatrix and how to cure her. The court roils with rumor about what crippled the Imperatrix, who is responsible, and ultimately what can restore her to full life.
The nation for its part, seethes with indecision. The Imperatrix having chosen no heir, the nation is currently ruled by representatives of the three Great Houses, plus the Abbess of the Twinned Cathedral. The presence of true elves in the court confuses matters further—the Black Knight and Moonsong, who claims direct descent from the Imperatrix.
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500
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Female
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