Queen Sanasria Shey

Solar Queen, Torchbearer, and Divine Paragon

Hellborne Omen

Before the Immolation not a single living soul could have told you that they had ever heard the name of Tiefling. If you described it to them they likely would stand aghast at the horror you paint in their minds eye, believing you a wicked heretic out to corrupt them. To tell a parent their child may be born with infernal blood and crimson skin, making a mockery of their attempt to bear their own child. Yet still did this come to pass in the village of Canmordia; a girl born of unremarkable human parents bearing the first mark of the Hells. The horror struck through the village of Canmordia like lightning through water. The family found themselves barred in their own home, mobs of angry villagers outside their door and a screaming newborn omen within. Priest were brought from a nearby city to cleanse the child and her taint from the village, many already planning to flee in fear of the newborn curse. But still the child was just that, a child with no fault or guilt to call her own. Amongst the priests summoned was one who saw with clarity, her eyes kept focused by the order of Eoster. She saw the innocence behind the mask and knew that the child brought no ill will to the world. In defiance of her colleagues she spoke for the child and bid her parents release her to her care, so she may guide her down a path of light. All too eagerly these simple folk, lives upended by circumstance, gave away their child with only a name. Sanasria, an old curse in formal Daralian meaning a bastard curse, and the orphan surname of Shey.

Pious Outcast

As Sanasria grew up, her features shifted and changed making her all the more alien in her new home at the House of Light and Law. Often a target of ridicule for other children in the care of the temple, Sanasria focused on her training to stay the sorrow and isolation she carried. Her time with Priestess Deven was well earned peace, as her surrogate mother instructed her in the ways of worship. Her connection to Eoster grew quickly, his blessing taking hold in her at only fifteen and leaving many stunned at her progress. Though she never showed it Sanasria carried a deep pride that the child mocked as curse was finding her divine connection much easier than her peers. The tests of faith and will had not yet begun for Sanasria.