Nera

Nera was the architect of an empire built not on steel, but on handshakes and iron-clad contracts. Their ledgers were law across three realms. But they made one fatal miscalculation: backing Andeddo during the brutal duel for the throne. When the curse struck the dethroned, its dark magic ricocheted, catching Nera in its vile shadow. Their skin grew cold, their features warped into a permanent snarl of decay. Exiled and ruined, they now walk The Dragon Wastelands, the scorched plateaus a mirror to their own desolation. They still wear the tattered silks of their former life, a mockery of the power they once wielded. The winds here carry the ghosts of old battles, but for Nera, they only whisper the terms of a single, broken contract.