Thunder roared and bright lights flashed through the sky above Vol’Kariz as the ancient stronghold was gripped by another of the storms sent by gods too cowardly to risk a direct confrontation with the being that ruled from it. The ancient citadel reared high into the sky and despite its age the great construct still gleamed in every flash of light and resisted every storm that the gods cast against it for Mriswring defied the test of time as did all of the ancient creations that Maev’Sil’Vien had poured her essence into during her war with her siblings in the olden days when the world was still young. For thousands of years Vol’Kariz had been the seat of her power during the long wars between the gods who had shaped the world, but now the time of Maev’Sil’Vien was long since passed and a new master sat upon the throne of light and shadow, a new master commanded the armies of the Lorenvolk, a new master that the world outside his domain called the Tyrant of Vol’Kariz and that the Lorenvolk called the Liberator. 

As thunder roared and lightning crashed over the citadel a being inside gave little thought to the raging storm. Instead these thoughts were some that raged at the being who ruled the citadel, for she had grown tired of the caution of her father, the hesitancy, the reluctance to seize the opportunity that the inactivity of the gods offered. He was a fool to waste the opportunity and allow the peace to last, so long as any of the lands still worshipped the traitors who had struck down Maev’Sil’Vien and shattered the peace of the world there could never be a true peace. And yet her father had refused to go to war, refused to take advantage of the squabbles among the kingdoms of men and the other lesser races.

Elisara of Vol’Kariz, only child of the great Tyrant or Liberator himself was frustrated and in her frustration she had secluded herself to her chambers. There she was free to vent her rage as she saw fit, and in her wrath and anger at the inactivity and sedentary nature that her father appeared to have adopted shadows and spears of blazing light flickered throughout the chambers. It was a calming exercise, to summon the powers she had inherited from her father and his mother before him in their non-destructive forms. The control required focus and distracted from the anger that bubbled away within her. 

Elisara had just begun the exercise when the spears of light and clouds of shadow simply ceased their motion and the world around her froze. A skeletal being stood before her and at first the Tyrant’s daughter thought this was the Life Ender come for her and began to make herself ready to battle one of the gods who had turned upon her family. But the voice declared a different purpose and as she listened a smile appeared on her not quite beautiful face. This would be an opportunity to vent her frustration more fully and she had longed for a battle for so long that it mattered little to her where she found it. There was some hesitation though, for this being that had appeared before her appeared to possess great power and such was unsettling to her.

Her decision was a foregone conclusion however and she rose to her towering nearly 14 foot tall height and moved to the stand on which her armor and sword hung. She had no desire to cloak herself in Mriswring before it was necessary however and so with a hand gripping the stand she spoke the name given to her, “Skallagrim.” The words echoed briefly before the daughter of the Tyrant vanished into a portal, taking with her the armor and her weapon.

When she emerged into the great hall she was still clad in the formal attire of the court of Vol’Kariz. A crown adorned her head, from which two tall spines, one white and one black rose, and a pair of smaller spines also white and black rose as well. Her golden and white threaded hair hung down past her shoulders to spill over the pure crimson of her clothing as her golden eyes glanced around the room to survey those who she was apparently to face. Ultimately they returned to the being she had mistaken for the Life Ender initially as she awaited acknowledgement.