"Mmmm... thisss could not have gone any better....

The old monarchy, ousssted. Thossse foolsss sat on a wealth of power and jussst sssquandered it, now look who'sss in charge. No more sssecond fiddle for Nezzara, now, it'sss the Naga'sss time to rule, and rule we ssshall..."

History

Nezzara is the Matriarch of a clan of Cobra variant of Naga, during The Great War. Her Leadership lead to the Vinnan Cobra to being the wealthiest and strongest of all the clans. Her mind lead to her rising to the old kings side as an advisor, she has advised him on strategy that won the region three separate wars, repelling even the savage Ogres from the fringe realms and tricky Harpies from the high peaks.

Being by the Athal leader's side has made her privy to many secrets, some the things only the holy churches would understand, and others, darker than the nightmares they can conjure. The hills of gold, stacks of magic gems, and a particular staff were all visions in the matriarchs eye, she grew greedy, over time, she concocted a plan, the Athal were on the top, and it took a long time for any other race to get higher than the Vanash lapdogs. She convinced many there were injustices, recruited others to start false claims and events. Soon, the country was in chaos. through subterfuge and manipulation, she routed the Athal. by why stop there? The Vanash caught wind of her intentions, total annihilation was in order. and when the last lizard fell, and the last dogs whimpered in fear, she gave them a choice, 'continue the fight and die, or submit defeat, and take your punishment with what little pride remained.'

Those that survived lived nearly a full life until they departed, Nezzara saw many generations, short lived as they were, over the centuries she ruled. Many questioned how she has stayed the same throughout the years, even her own clan breathed in and out new generations, and yet she remained unchanged. A majority saw her as a goddess, sent by the heavens to lead a golden age that will last a thousand years.

Only her closest know her secret, her Shadow Guard, who lock the treasure vault up tighter than a nobleman's pockets. Who shroud her quarters in darkness so she may practice her magic in peace.

The light her people have bathed in for so long, has been tainted by darkness, but who can stop the most powerful being in the land? She who has lived for as long as any dragon, who has halted many attempts on her life with just her stare.

"The ssspoilsss of war... have never tasssted ssso sssweet..."