Unbalanced

Climbing the white stone stairs, you become more and more aware of the dim sounds of battle in the distance. As you come around a bend, the full impact of the noise hits you, rising to a fervor pitch of screams and metal clashing. Somewhat dazed, you steady yourself and step out onto a large ivory platform, suspended by great pillars over an audience chamber that could seat thousands. The mass below you is no audience, however, but a whirling melee of black-iron clad warriors and blue-robed figures. Heavy axe meets flesh as the sheer number of bodies surges back and forth like a sea.

Suddenly, your attention is drawn back to your platform. Standing beside you is a tall, feminine form, an ornate skull-mask woven into her raven hair. In her hand she holds a bent obsidian wand, and with the other she directs a stream of piercing green light into the crowd. The light strikes an armored warrior in the helmet, muffling his scream with the lightning-crack of dark magic. She turns her head slightly in your direction, as one might notice a fly entering their vision.