Sisa

In the world of Zenora, the Kingdom of Man is dying. Once rulers of vast lands, humanity now clings to a single mountain fortress in the peaks of Astonia. Only twenty-five thousand people remain, protected by stone walls, steel, and an alliance with dragonkind. Together they claim to be the last bastion of civilization. Beyond those walls, the beast races tell a different story. Among them stands Sisa, Queen of the Lizard Kin. Her people were ancient long before human kingdoms rose. They built cities of black stone across jungles, marshes, and river valleys. They mastered forgotten magics tied to the earth and sun. Then came centuries of war. Dragons burned their strongholds. Humans hunted those who survived. Caught between two powerful races, the Lizard Kin were driven to the brink of extinction. Their temples became ruins. Their bloodlines vanished. Their eggs were shattered before they could hatch. What remained fled into the wilderness, hiding from enemies who saw scales and deemed them monsters. Sisa was born into this age of ruin. She grew up among shattered monuments and stories of a lost people. She remembers the graves of hatchlings. She remembers villages reduced to ash. She remembers that both humanity and dragons helped destroy her race. She rose to power through strength, cunning, and survival. Warriors followed her because she endured. Elders listened because she remembered. Under her leadership, scattered tribes united beneath a single banner for the first time in generations. Humans call her a savage. Dragons call her a threat. Neither truly understands her. Sisa does not dream of conquest or glory. She seeks justice for, and justice can be more terrible than vengeance. Now the Lizard Queen gathers her armies. Ancient ruins awaken beneath forgotten swamps. Old powers stir in the darkness. To humanity, Sisa is a nightmare emerging from the past. To the Lizard Kin, she is their last hope.