Anna Welington Civlethrip

Annabell Welington, Is a very posh and regal silver Dragon living in the Feywild with her family. She has a long history with the world. Once she was ruler of Mor-thir's Northern lands. She championed wars against the Underdark, rival nations and all nine circles of Hell. Not even the clutch of Death could stop her.
Centuries later that is now all distant history. Presently she indulges in a life of luxury and plenty. With the Nation she once ruled over believing she was dead the opportunity arose to leave one life behind and start another.

Fallen far from her prime, The woman who once commanded armies of loyal soldiers has been reduced to a spoiled overweight 'princess'. Nowadays its impressive to see her leave the kitchen or raise her royal butt off the couch. A mother to four beautiful children from her loving enabling husbanded Xelor, Annabell has traded her life of politics and duties to one of luxury and indulgence.
Though her regal and posh personality hasn't changed much her patience and self-control have. Her days lazing around the house stuffing her face with all the treats to satisfy her ever expanding gluttony have lead her becoming four; Or more, times the woman she once was, Literally. Packing on an absorbent amount of weight, Its gotten to the point where her dragon wings are unable to lift her skyward, Lacking sufficient strength to lift her growing heftiness.

Her current husbanded Xelor the biggest enabler of her indulgent lifestyle. Weather from his simple lavish love and passion for Annabell or some deep taboo desire, he has done everything in his power to have her as comfy and spoiled as possible.
Her Husbanded manages to quell her once well mannered and professional demeanour and bring to the surface her more greedy and bratty personality traits. Perhaps her Draconic urges finally coming through or because of being spoiled rotten for a number of years. Most likely both.
When Annabell was Queen of Oxtrad here was a popular saying around the nation. That the cold blizzard country had frozen her face so she never smiles. Since giving into her indulgent ways its been hard to get her to stop smiling, even the hearty laugh escapes her nowadays and she is ever joyous to guests and the next day.

Before her gluttony was left to run rampant Annabell was a master of blade and shield combat. An expert in the dance of steel able to wield both shield and sword as effectively as each other, Untouchable on the battle-field.
Though the skills have not left her, They are buried under layers and layers of her ravenous indulgence. Years of devouring copious amounts of delicious food have left her heavy, obese and unfit. Unable to eve dream of making the moves she once did and running out of stamina before a real battle would properly begin. Though she is still more than capable of teaching her technique to those willing to learn and have the patience o deal with Annabell's self destructive habits.
Her sword the Regal Evelia Sits mounted in her bedroom. Well cleaned and maintained by her personally. Its not been neglected merely enjoying the pampering of retirement just like its master. Her shield however was lost during her final fight as Queen of Oxtrad.

Finding ways to spend the day has been Annabell's biggest challenge. The years of retirement have started to wane their enjoyment. Craving something to do. The Feywild has a fraction of the social aspects as the mortal plane dose. Fey are least likely to hold parties or social gatherings just to mingle, The culture is very different. Though perhaps the self-claimed nations have something going on?
The idea to return to Mor-Thir has been floating around her mind lately, Simply to enjoy some of the socializing she desperately craved. though would people recognise her? If they didn't she held no status to get into high end society and if she was recognised there would be hell to pay.

Between her lavish gluttonous life style she has made efforts to peruse some new skills. Becoming a masterful tailor of fine clothing and magical garments. Her draconic nature allowing some truly fabulous work with just a decade of practice. another skill se has mastered is the art of Jewellery making, Able to easily meld metal with gemstones with er dragon-fire and despite her chubby hands they are well in control to handle the compact nature of jewellery.
Her craftsmanship docent end there. Exploring her power further she has managed to awaken a form of smithing long thought lost when the Storm Giant's left the material plane. Able to once again call upon the lightning ad thunder, the howling winds and bitter cold to forge new items with raw lightning bolts. The sight is quite the experience if throw off slightly by her bulging figure.

Civlethrip
A draconic name meaning Death-Frost or Dead-Frost A name befitting the Queen of Oxtrad holding power of the Blizzard and the grave. Its said that Dragon's true names are directly tied to their soul, And so as with their scales so too could a name change as the Dragon's sense of self changes.

Once, Queen Of Oxtrad
As Queen Annabell Welington was calm and cold in her rule, Problems were solved under her rule but things that seemed to personal or to small to affect the country on the grand scale were ignore, Culture would grow to accept these inconvinces and those wo complained about tem were thought as lesser and weak, often outcasted from their communities if they never learned to accept the small problems.
Her rule was always contested, Always fighting with the various guild master's of the land with there ever increasing greed and pride. They would try many times throughout Annabell's rule to remove her from the throne politically. Seeing the traditions as barbaric and thought a more democratic (and Corrupt) form of leadership was what Oxtrad needed.
There were several attempts to marry her off trying to push the idea that a male King would 'naturally' be seen as more powerful and more of a leader tan the Queen, They also attempted to introducing a way for the people to vote for their leader and would at every opportunity slander the Queen's image. Though none of the schemes managed to come to fuition they did succeeded in rooting an idea in Annabell's mind, Of what she would do after her leadership had run its course. Perhaps it had already run its course but the vow of the Crown of Oxtrad would not be so easily broken.

Despite her cold demeanour Annabell even as Queen was well known to enjoy a night of indulgence and fun. almost every opportunity she had she would attend a ball, party, wedding, birthday and celebration she could find. As Queen her invitation was never denied and she would always arrive in every more elaborate outfits. It was during these times se was seen smiling and enjoying life.
Many of her social connections were made at these events, Even traveling to other nations eager to attend the major celebrations such as Reton's leader's birthdays.
Annabell has an extravagant collection of clothing. though her Draconic nature was known by few her draconic traights she did little to hide. er 'Hoard' being the monolithic amount of clothing she had collected and had custom made for her over the years. She would manage to take her 'Hoard' with her when fate pulled her to the Feywild.

Year: 12335
During this time Queen Welington rose four somewhat renowned heroes from times past for them to carry out a special mission. The Queen chose these adventures due to them being unknown names in todays ears and highly skilled adventures. She wanted little ties back to Oxtrad for this mission incase something went wrong and needed able bodies that had undoubted loyalty, what better then undead servants.
At this time the queen already had powerful foes moving against her inside her own kingdom. a member of another nations royalty had come to visit and was due to go back home soon, But the Queen knew is she did not step in them the Boy would go missing and it would be used to upset her leadership most likely having her removed as leader by the Conglomerate. Being that Oxtrad's relatio0nsip with Covania was never a solid one and with recent international upsets something like that would surly have her removed or even executed for failure to lead.

But even with The Queens plan word still reached to the traitors in Oxtrad's walls and they moved against the party of adventures during a strong Blizzard. Taken the royal son away. The party were hot on his trail learning of the city e had been taken too. He was somewhere here they just had to find him before they were moved again.
Though some strategies did not work very well and the party ended up getting involved in the cities trial by combat to defend Gwyndolin.
The Unceremonious Epilogue
Gyndolin and Silverster were slain during this Trail, Aldrun and Saren walking away bruised but alive. But with their resources spent and their images tarnished by the trial there was little they could do to find their missing escortee. The two decided to cut their losses with failure and part ways risking the wrath of the Queen.
For a unknown reason either Aldrun or Sarren ever suffered from the Queen's threatened power. Perhaps her attention was drawn away to the political scandal that was now unfolding. or it was the nature of how the party was resurrected meaning se didn't have as much power over them as she claimed.

Its unknown what happened to Sarren but Aldrun Headed south, Eventually meeting a Orc by the name of Dotty a few years later in the Sera Sand-Sea.

Year: 12337

As Queen of Oxtrad she wanted to personally visit the newly established independent of Greyhawk. She wanted to see and honestly congratulate those who fought off Reton's assault and see if tis new nation will pose a further threat or if humble trade options can be established.
However the queen would never make it to her destination. Being set upon by a massive tribe of Orcs in Oxtrad's desert. They were primed and ready for this. Tough the queen fought valiantly she was ultimately overwhelmed and slain.
But instead of er soul returning to one of the remaining clones hidden deep underneath her castle it was snatched by a Necromancer who either by coincidence or not had an infatuation with the Queen. was it luck, planned or fate? its unknown but Anabell was resurrected in a body fashioned to be like her elven form from the twisted mind of a 'Lover'

The events of her time under the Lich Narkull opened an opportunity which she took. Leaving Mor-Thir and making a new home in the Feywilds

Year: 12343

Only about six years have pas since the events of Ascension of Narkul but in the Feywild time moves just a bit faster meaning a few decades have past. Annabell has settled down with her now Husband Xelor and has started a family with him, With three daughters and a fourth child on the way.
But not everything is swell in the lands of the Fey. A coven of Hags has began a vile ritual that will twist the laws of the Feywild on its head.

Even before she became Queen, Annabell was always in nobility, Raised by a guild family during her childhood. Her true parents nowhere to be found. Cared for by maids and other guardians throughout all of her childhood. Human guardians at that.
An Dragon’s life span far exceeds most mortals and as she barely aged she watched her care takers grow old and weary.
Once she was mature, Before she became Queen, Annabell made her way up in the ranks of Oxtrad's military.

She only ever saw her Father and Mother a handful of times, before she was fostered by the guild. Presently she still doesn't know where her Mother is or even if she still breaths.
Her Father on the other-hand is rotting away for all eternity for the vile atrocities he committed to his only daughter.

Duties Relinquished
I was once Queen of Oxtrad, Once its rightful ruler but no more. I have lead the nation for more than a century and one grows wearery of crown held for so long, I was tired of holding the Facad of cold strenght i found myself wannting to enjoy my own life rather than living for others. With the ever present threat of the Guild-Masters wannting to control or Usurpe me i had finally had enough. With my (3rd or 4th) death traveling to Greyhawk I found an opportunity to leave Queenship behind.
Its time for Oxtrad and its people to have a new ruler. My leadship has run it course and i no longer have the heart or will to lead. Perhaps one day i will return but now i only wish to rest.

Life's Pleasures
Beautiful Growls impossible to move in, the snobby chatter of high society from people who have never worked a day in their life's, the smell of food and wine as its chauffeured around by waiters on silver dinner plates. Floors polished to a mirror shine, Mansions the size of small towns. This is the life i dream of. As queen i am formally invited to any and every major event happening in Oxtrad, an opportunity to wear one of my outfits I cherish and loose my self in self indulgence if not only for an evening. leave running the nation behind and just enjoy being part of it.
The concern for assassins has been brought to me many times but if the risk for attending these events is my life then its a worthy payment. the rivers of gore from the battlefield way heavy on my mind, but they seem most far away when i am dancing the night away.

Outlawed Races
Race never held much merit in my nation, aside from the Goliaths who tamed these lands long before I, any man woman or other be they beast human or monster they were judged upon their achievements and actions. But war has ways of manipulating the world around it, and so i along with the other rulers Outlawed some select races we thought deserved the blame. Personally i never enforced that law in my country but the other guild masters seemed to relish in it. I could do nothing but stand by and watch when it became political.
Where it not for the Harsh conditions of Oxtrad there may have been many more havens for the outlawed.

Covania and Its rulers

Reton and Its Rulers
Cowards, In war they sat on the side lines and when faced with conflict they accepted defeat almost instantly. But they are much easier to talk to than Covania's rulers.

Draconic Heritage
It is known by most that Dragons tend to follow a certain code. Depending on our scales most mortals are able to tell right away how dangerous we are. This while effective is not a perfect system. Lesser known as with people, Dragon can also change their ways for better or for worse.
When I was still a hatchling I was a brilliant silver sheen, A kind helpful dragon by most mortal standards. I was bright eyes and excited to see the world. As ruler of Oxtrad is has clogged my heart with the worst of mortality the war took a mighty toll on me, as the enemies fell to my blade and claw my scales lost their perfect silver sheen. Becoming as white as the snow on the peaks of Oxtrad. My temperament has not improved even after the war. The position of Queen is toxic to my being, All the more reason to find a suitable replacement quickly..

Nightmares
Small spaces, stone tables, saws, restraints, it is all panful to see. I often think I have moved past it but every time its brought up i am right back on that stone table. its….horrifying

The Long Road
I have made up my mind, I want to live for me and my family, I have ruled Oxtrad for more years than anyone should. But simple want is not enough, I know what must be done but is there someone strong enough to take my place?

Hoard
The word Hoard is such a mortal thing. We dragons prefer something closer to 'collection' or 'selection' The noble side of me would say that Oxtrad itself is my collection, Its people, Its land, Its resources. But most adventures are looking for something more tangible. to that i say my collection of clothes, The finest fashion from all over Mor-Thir and beyond. Most of it only fits my mortal form however I do have a few to fit my true form. The jewels and treasure I keep are all on the clothing i wear. I am quite proud of it personally.

Lair
My lair? i have never really considered any particular location a 'lair' so to speak. Perhaps my Castle. or the deep room bellow that shall not be mentioned. Most dragons have a lair that is mostly private, however my castle has servants, knights and other political figures around it daily so i have never considered it a 'Lair' perhaps its something i can work on if i am ever released of Queenly duties. a large mansion isolated but still in eye view of a decent sized town. i could be the rich wealthy lady who only ever enters town to brows the tailor and buy a hot meal.