The Banished Queen

## The tale of the Banished Queen and her followers

-Excerpt from the ramblings of a crazy old man in the streets of Varendor

*The King and his lapdogs have tried time and time again to erase these despicable events from the books of history, but the people remember,yes,we remember the time of unrest, betrayals and their wretched politics...*

*The first King, Pavel was dying, and his successor, a spoiled arrogant boy who had no idea how the world worked was given the crown. This decision angered the Lady of Claethorpe, for she was the brightest strategist of her time, who rose to- what? what do you mean "There is no town named Claethorpe"?! That sly dog must've torn it all down...Anyway.*

*She rose to power due to her ability to use magic to influence those around her. So naturally, she thought that she was deserving of the throne. During the coronation, the scorned Lady took up her bow, aimed a poison tipped arrow at the young boy's heart, and she struck. The boy collapsed, and the guards chased after the hooded culprit.*

*She ran through the woods, but she couldn't escape the keen guards. Knowing that horseback riders were soon to catch up, she devised a plan. Circle back to the capital, and jump into the portal to the Underworld, the Nether. It was a place that scared even the most fearsome warriors, and she knew it was her only chance at escape. Furious, the guards chased her into the Nether, ready to capture or kill. The now banished lady was cornered. In front of her a gigantic drop into near-certain death, and behind her the King's men, and their mighty swords. She braced, and she jumped into the bottom of the world. The crack of her bones and the shrilling screams of the Ghasts firing fireballs at her now collapsed body were all the confirmation that the guards needed. The Banished Lady of Claethorpe was now dead.*

*None dared to venture down to retrieve her body, and so they returned to tend to their new wounded king. The boy survived, due to the efforts of the palace's healers, and went on to do great things for his kingdom, He built towns and bridges and roads and everything you see around you, so his rule was a time of prosperity and peace. All records of the presumed-dead usurper were burned and her name was forgotten, almost by all. However, that is only the start of the story i am about to entrust you with, for the Lady survived her jump, and she retreated into the caves of the Underworld, slowly gathering her strength.*

*She was now a Queen of her own kingdom, hidden in the depths of the Nether, feeding on its inhabitants, unseen by the explorers and miners that dared travel through her world. "But what is a kingdom, without loyal servants", she thought. And so she sneaked out of her cave and entered a distant portal, leading to Camp Ostra, a prosperous port town, of which all residents disappeared overnight. It is as best a guess as any to assume she used her magic to lead the people of the port back to her kingdom. Now in control of her subjects, she built hidden paths and winding tunnels that allowed her to not only tame the Nether ,but also access the Overworld. Over time, the queen became more accustomed to the fiery hell that was her world, and began to venture outwards, utilizing her power to conceal her tiny settlement and construct buildings and castles lodged into the perilous cliffs of Soul Sand and Netherrack. She used dark spells to protect her castle, so that no tool would be able to destroy its walls, and cursed her servants, so that even in death, they would not rest, and instead become mindless skeletons, protecting her domain. They can still be found roaming the world, looking for their long lost queen and attacking those who banished her.*

*It is unknown to me how the banished Queen perished, perhaps she was corrupted by her own power, or she was attacked by a creature so terrible that even she could not defeat, or she simply died of the extreme conditions of the Nether. But you can still find her lair if you retrace history, and follow the footsteps the King could not erase. The King has pretended in his cowardice that the woman who scarred his chest never even existed, but the remnants of her era are too big of a mark on the kingdoms history, even for him.*

*Who am I to know all these things? Oh sweetheart, don't mind me i am simply a crazy old fool that looks for anyone that will listen. Everything i said probably isn't even true hahah...*