The Principality of Lyniir, ruled by Princess Thalia Daemenor, is a small elven nation. While physically close to human lands, it is hidden within an enchanged forest, beyond the sight of the younger races.
This is necessary because Princess Thalia is an elven supremacist and shameless glutton. Long ago disinherited and exiled from her homeland, she and her supporters have established their own nation in defiance of the ancient elven kingdoms.
Being surrounded by like-minded individuals has made the elf royal no less of an arrogant brat. Were it not for the powerful magical defenses surrounding Lyniir, she'd have certainly been invaded long ago.
As it stands, her ability to sample from the various passing travelers and adventurers with impunity has only emboldened her.
"A halfling caravan passing by? Bring them to me!"
Sure, she has many enemies, but she also has a cadre of loyal supporters. On top of that, the elf is a powerful enchantress thanks to all the magic-users she's devoured over the years.
In the rare event she's forced to do her own dirty work, her spells can ensorcell all but the most powerful opponents and prevent them from fighting back as they're gobbled down whole.
Glllp... shllrrk... "Urrrrp! Bring me that drow thief, I'll have her for dessert~"
Her magical talents have one additional major benefit; people she eats don't come back. Not even a powerful cleric can raise an adventurer who's fallen prey to her gut.
But the princess herself appreciates not having to squash the same ragtag team of plucky heroes over and over; once they're in her belly, they're out of the picture for good.
"Looks like your last adventure will be questing through my intestines! Hehehe..." Glggg... glrrgg... glrrrt...
You don't want to run into her if you can help it. Sadly, not everyone can.
"Eugh, that's- burrp- all of them. See how much better they look on my ass?"
Looking for someone who went missing around Lyniir? You can probably find them
here.