Lysinne stood gazing on her balcony, her vision carried far and wide by the winds of magic. In the far east she could see as her workers toiled in the mines, making sure her armies would get their gold. In the west stretched endless fields of grass and greenery dotted with the farms that fed the people of her empire.
"The Kingslayer has arrived." One of her servants interrupted, bowing deeply before the sorceress.
Lysinne left her state of meditation and her eyes turned back to their natural blue. "Do let him in." She entered the chamber behind her and walked over to a large circular table with different figurines representing both her and her enemies' forces.
"M'lady."
"Arbak! What news from the front-lines?" She greeted her draconian general.
"We have crushed the forces of the heathen wizard." He said, while taking out a sack from beneath his cloak. He emptied a bearded head onto the floor. "He should be of no more trouble to us."
The sorceress smiled and waved her arm over the table, making some of the enemy figurines disappear into nothingness. The two of them stood and looked over situation depicted on the table.
For the past six years the empire had been in a state of constant war. Lysinne has claimed the throne of her empire after defeating the neighbouring magicians and warlords who opposed her rule. Arbak had been the first to recognize her leadership and powers and in doing so saved his draconian tribe from what would've been sure destruction, and instead made them the finest front line soldiers of Lysinne's magical empire. Together they had defeated nation after nation, slaying warlords and kings alike. Now all that was standing between them and domination of the known world was the underground dwarfish city states.
"Prepare your armies. March them towards the Deep Gate and into the land of the dwarfs." The sorceress eventually said.
"As you wish m'lady." Arbak bowed and left the chambers.
Left alone Lysinne turned to the balcony again. She grasped her staff and raised it towards the skies. A bolt of lightning pierced upwards through the clouds, and far away to the south, where the mountains ran deep into the earth, the ground cracked open revealing the towers of dwarfs.
