The Mountains of Elbe 03:00 Local time
She chanted unholy words as blood drained from her slashed wrists into golden chalices; the blood igniting when it struck the enchanted bowls before her. She was a servant to her goddess, Hardy Lord of the Underworld. She had for the last four hundred years of her life walked the earth, training fighting and observing countless deaths on the blood soaked battlefields of this world. She had many names over the years her but true name had long been forgotten by the blue skinned Draconian, however the current name the Champion of Hardy went by, was Giselle the Mother of Dragons. In the cave below her were her slumbering "children", a trio of ancient dragons and their unhatched offspring.
She was performing a ritual, one that she had done eight times in the last four hundred years. One that would tear open the very fabric of reality in two worlds and join them, if but for only a short while. She did not know why her master the goddess of the underworld demanded this ritual; perhaps it was to stave off boredom for her master, perhaps the reason was more complex than that. Regardless it didn't matter to the white haired Draconian, she followed her master's whims.
She said the final words of the ritual and was rewarded by the shaking of the earth. It was done, a gate too another realm had opened on sacred Alnus Hill. A new race or Empire would come to this world, whether it be to make war, or to coexist, didn't matter to Giselle.
As the fires of her blood extinguished, Giselle turned away from the alter, and headed further into the cave. She had more training to do and had little interest in whatever immediate events unfolded in the outside world. For the last hundred years she had ceaselessly trained in martial arts, one learned in a far off land across the Great Sea to the East of Falmart. Soon she would be ready, soon she would fight one final battle with her nemesis, Rory the Reaper. She had visions of great battles ahead, of men riding steel horses and flying through the sky on winged chariots, spitting fire and death. She saw a marble city burning and atop the ruins Rory, Axe in hand ready for one final battle with the Champion of Hardy. Soon she would be ready; soon there would be death in this world, and the next.