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Or you can delve into the chaotic mind of Magnus Bane IV and the cruelty he reigns on his lands, such stark contrast to Crag who is willing to starve so her cubs may eat and her huntresses may retain their strength.

Or journey to Avrinyth and rest in the welcoming halls of Ambrosia before traveling the forests down to the Moors and into the realm of Lux, the neighboring King.

Or would the gods and goddesses that the Rain Skull Pride worships peak interest? From the Founding Roar to the current King, this pride is laced with a rich history!

Perhaps you prefer kings like ŞΔŦΔŇ'Ş ƤŁΔ¥ǤŘØỮŇĐ who seem kind and charming, but away from the public eye plays twisted games with his victims. Or the ever loyal priest 𐌍𐌀𐌕𐋅𐌀𐌍𐌉𐌀 and the love that calmed his heart?

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Personal Foreshadowing:

Feim Zii Gron


Whispers grow and waiver in the shadows around the bloodied lands of the Corrupted Sun, calling all around to listen. The young Queen sits tall in her den, tail flicking in suspicion.

Laas Yah Nir


Lionesses around Corrupted gasp and scramble back, watching as her fur begins to glow red, marking her to the winged creature slinking through the shadows, a creature from the planes of Oblivion itself moving silently by her side.

Krii Lun Aus


The Queen sways on her paws, shifting from her prime years to older, bloodstained fur greying as she reaches the final year of life. Her lips curl in a snarl as she glares at the hidden figure, claws digging into the earth.

"Who are you?"

She growls rising to her feet, crouching down to fight the unknown.

Gaan Lah Haas


She stumbles as her body begins to weaken, claws digging in once more as she tries to remain standing. To protect her lands. Doom-shaded eyes glare ahead, defiant.

"You have violated the name of Sithis...taken his followers, his beloved children...and used them. Claimed them as your own. Father is displeased with you, Corrupted of Harkon's blood. It is time the Family returned to its proper glory. And it shall not be under your rule."

The answering voice is cold, overlapping, yet comforting to those who dedicate themselves to the Dread Father. A cool breeze on a burning day to lull you off to rest.

Rii Vaaz Zol


A large, teeth-laden smile grows in the shadows as the figure laughs low and soft.

"On your dying day, your soul belongs to Father. And your pride...belongs to me. Count your days. For you are marked. And I will not be stopped or deterred. You have been warned."

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Basic Queen Lore:

The light of a hundred suns contained in a single body. Rage that simmers beneath the surface. Rage she got honest from her father. The God of War that fell for his slave. Spent centuries earning his love in all the wrong ways until it was nearly too late. Until an arrow of Yew nearly stole his Life. Rage had burned free then. The fires of War tearing through Olympus as spear and sword tore away life. Starting with Apollo and ending with Zeus until all lay dead at his feet.

But you can never truly kill the sun, can you?

The sun and moon returned. The twins born once more into new souls. One of which stands before you now.

Jasmine, the Goddess of the Sun, can hold that burning light in her hand. Be it bow or blade she can condense it into a weapon she wields with precision and is fueled by a protective anger that is never fully controlled. Even under her fathers' watchful eye she is quick to strike with no remorse if she feels you deserve her wrath. Only her twin, her fathers, and her wife can stay her hand once she has decided to act and you had best pray they get to her before she gets to you.

Face her and you will feel the burn a split second before you cannot feel at all. Run and her arrow will find your back. And if she cannot use either? The sun itself will find you and there is no escaping it.