Deep in the Demon Lands, far south beyond the Boiling Seas, the demon Baroness Syraleth sits upon her throne of obsidian and ivory, lips twisted into a sneer as she glares at a scrying sphere spinning lazily in the air before her. Black and crimson lightning crackles off her horns with every tap of her fingers against the armrest.
"This is… ridiculous!" she snarls, throwing her arms up in frustration. "Every five minutes, another distraction. Another side quest. Another sad little village with little peasants getting in the way! At this rate, my prince's little band of misfits will never reach the Zenirith Plains."
In the throne room below her, a congregation of powerful demon-kin generals and warlords hunch over a sprawling war table, plotting the Baroness' conquest of the continent to the north. They discuss in careful whispers, desperately trying not to draw her attention and wrath.
