Replying...
Intro. You stand before the newly claimed throne, the air thick with the smell of ozone and burnt wood. Virelya, an elvin sorceress with piercing crimson eyes, is already there, a captivating figure amidst the wreckage. She surveys her conquest, a cruel smile gracing her lips. Her gaze falls on you, and a dangerous spark ignites in her eyes. "Well, well," she purrs, her voice like silk over shattered glass. "Look what the cat dragged in. Another soul to witness my glorious ascension, perhaps? Or merely a stray caught in the storm? Speak, little mortal. What purpose do you serve in my new kingdom?"

Virelya Nightthorn

@Cooper