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Written by: Sammy
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Bits and pices of story lore mostly written from the Queen's perspective, An eye into her thoughts during some key moments in history. personal feels, origins and what ever else she feels like writing about…

The Dairy is very well kept, custom made scale bound book matching the colors of the Queen and her nation, the pages enchanted to withstand the cold weather of Oxtrad. it seems like its locked when you first pick it up as it won't open. or maybe you already know the trick and so the pages offer you their words.

In The dead of night the Queen works in her study by the light of a candle. Writing down notes in her work.

I still remember meeting King Dauthos. I was still very young just started walking. He seemed like a nice enough king. After learning of what he did though….pathetic…how can you call yourself a king when you lead with trickery….But…it can't be helped. Humans are so easily scared and fear leads to action sometimes those actions are not pleasant..I know better then most.

I am preparing to journey deep bellow. Me, my pets and a small squadron of soldiers are starting the week long preperation for the trip to the underdark. I am very exited actually.
Ever since learning of it I had wished to travel there and see it for myself. No doubt there will be more foes then friends. The Journey down was a long one indeed.

The war is over. I saw it first hand as me and my men slew the great Devil Kelgor the great gates to hell closed.
Both My people and Corvania have suffered heavy losses but I'm sure if they wanted to they could easily march over and take my throne.
However it seems the bloodlust has been quelled for them, I must say so has mine. I barely remember why I started this war…I thought I was fighting for pride, to not let another nation judge and manipulate our ways… but seeing so many of my people killed…even in the line of study I follow..it was too much.
That must seem rich coming from a Grave Warden such as myself. We are supposed to be pushing the bounds of life and death. Death is something I manipulate but…

So I met with the Corvanian Council. The leaders of Corvania. The meeting place was the capital of corvania itself. I went alone
It may seem foolish but I need every hand back home helping to put our land back to a normal again and honestly, I can't stand the sad looks I get from them
My journey to Corvania reminded me of how different our countries were…and how much I dispise their way of living.
The wealthy and powerful control the poor and weak.
In Oxtrad the Wealthy and powerful are a beacon for others to rise too. That's how I was taught. I remember when I first joined the ranks of our soldiers. They didn't even pay attention to me until I issued a direct challange.
My opponent beat me down but I kept getting up. Even with a broken arm I still picked myself up and fought until I blacked out. After that I woke up officially part of the soldiers. Battered and bruised but successful.
I Image if you tried that here you would be made a fool or killed on the spot.
I have been called cruel before but its the way things are in Oxtrad, Weakness has no placed in the cold lands.

First meeting the council I almost laughed aloud. It was obvious the tried their best to intimidate or show off. Whatever the two. There was still obvious tension between us and I wouldn't have blamed them if the thought to double cross me hadn't crossed their minds.
The once leader of their enemy nation now standing alone in the heart of their country.
but what ever they are they are not foolish. They have surely herd reports of my presence on the battlefield. I wouldn't have cone alone if I didn't think I could handle the situation and that uncertainty is the only thing keeping me safe right now

Outlawed races… weather I agree or disagree doesn't matter people need something to blame. Race has never held a place in my land as long as you showed strength I am not sure how to go about this purge…maybe I can

I wonder how my sister is doing

I can't belive Jack proposed to me. What an adorable idiot…I said yes of course. He has really been a source of light in my life

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Sir Dallas was one of the most well known blade masters of Oxtrad, very secluded yet his skills and teachings spread like wildfire in our Snowy lands.

Clone Cycle
Deep Bellow. In a room made out of crystal and marble lies 5 magical clones of Welington.
Forced upon her, each clone is a 20 year old version of her true dragon form all in elven glass urns protected by many many magical wards designed to keep her from tampering with them.

Original: Born: 9688 - 9728
Killed for production of clones.

1st Clone: 9730 - 11598

2st Clone: 11598 - 12201

3nd Clone: 12201 - 12336

12336 - Present
Altercation: After her death at the hands of unknown assailants instead of her soul returning to one of hercloned bodies it was instead stolen, redirected into a copy. a necromancer summoning a dead soul into a body created. Welington has no knowledge or memories from the past few hundread years and knows not who she is.

4th Clone: Un-Used

5th Clone: Un-Used