Back in the Times of Old, when the World was fiercely divided on race. In an era where Tieflings were "bastard demons with muddled blood" and Dark Elves were "evil and darkness embodied", Nelercia was the unfortunate bastard brood of an unsightly pairing. Be it such a cursed affair to produce such an abomination in the eyes of all. It was no surprise her mother tried to rid herself of the stain. Her grandfather obliged, accepting the responsibility of slaying his infant kin in his daughter's place. Before he could slice apart her small purple body to feed his ravenous hounds, his blade paused upon her naval and a voice in the dark called to him, advising him to spare the child. A prophecy flashes before his eyes. Creatures of the Underdark swarming the surface. Palaces in ruins. A world up in flames. And seated upon a throne of thorns and bones, a silhouette of a tall horned beauty. Reigning the scorched earth. 

Nelercia's aimlessly staggering through the wilderness led her to the steps of a temple of marble, it's pillars ornately covered in vines. Exhausted and with not a soul to be seen, she allowed herself to finally rest. Her knees buckled beneath her as she collapsed at the temple's altar. It wasn't long till she awoke with a start to a gentle hand caressing her knotted locks. Her hand snatched their wrist, and she loomed over her "aggressor", only to find a cluster of quaking priestesses, trembling before the intimidating monster. 

  Work in Progress.

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