Somewhere on the Spine of the World Mountains

Poison walks the long, dimly lit corridors of her castle, trying to keep her steps smooth and not give away the excitement fluttering her heart. She hated this castle. Or rather, she hates what the castle represents. Despite going out for nearly two decades and doing her parents' bidding, despite rolling over every kingdom that dare defy her parents, they decided to shove her out to the farthest corner of their lands. It was an indignity that Poison had had to accept with an outward smile while silently cursing her father who made a public showing of "gifting" the castle and its walled town to his oldest daughter.

The castle, and its town, was quite sizeable. The castle itself could hold nearly 100 occupants and stood nearly six stories tall with a basement beneath it. The circular town housed nearly five thousand. Of course, that was before I had my way with it, Poison thinks to herself with a smirk, enjoying the memory of her first full siege. She hadn't even needed to damage the walls protecting the town.

As she walks, Poison's blood red hair falls her shoulders as she quickens her pace, wanting to get to the war room. On either side of the crown of her skull are two thin horns that hug her hair tightly. The light from the torches falls on her onyx skin and her skin reacts like an oil spill, reds and blues and greens playing across her face and shoulders, before stopping at her form fitting dress which matches her hair. The silk dress travels down her body before ending just above her ankles, exposing the bottoms of black boots.

Turning a corner, she pushes open the heavy wooden door into her large war room. Standing in the middle is a circular table surrounded by her five closest advisors. Each had been with her for at least a decade, though some were here more willingly than others. The closest to her and off to the right was the Changeling Jags. In their natural form, Jags was a lean, grayed skinned Blood Hunter and one of the most feared members of Poison's team. Poison's purple eyes meet Jags' almost ghostly white eyes and the two nod to each other. Jags has only been with Poison for a decade, but they were unflinchingly loyal. As usual, Jags wears a golden rob that hangs loosely across their body.

Past Jags sits Kallus, a three-foot Hexblood Wizard. He sits on the table and plays around with a few small strategy pieces that had previously sat on the map in the middle of the table. Green haired and green eyed, Kallus has a look of mischief and joy. His tunic is a mixture of greens and blues while his pants are a dull grey. Like Jags, he had only been with Poison for a decade, but she didn't much trust him. Though, fully trusting the Fey was always foolhardy. He had proven useful, but he comes and goes as he pleases.

Directly to her left sits a sullen looking Arctic Half-Elf Druid. He glances over at Poison through his cold white hair with his bright blue eyes quickly before turning his attention back to the map. This was Himo, and the one member of the group Poison has known since she was 15, more than 20 years ago. He was the first being that she had ever fought against, tormenting him for years. Then he went and got himself captured. Poison had saved him, and a few others, and she had held that over his head ever since. He, like all Druids, was useful in more ways than one, even if he had a weird thing for gorillas.

The fourth member of her group is the Goliath Barbarian Lia. At eight feet tall, Lia towers over the rest of the group, and the only one that Poison must physically look up to. Even Himo, at 6'2", is only four inches taller than the onyx skinned Tiefling. Lia swore her glaive and great sword to Poison almost 15 years ago when Poison had destroyed Lia's rival herd on a whim. They had simply annoyed her, and the next day no longer existed. Lia had walked into the destroyed settlement just as Poison was turning to leave. She swore her service and had never looked back. Following the smaller woman had brought her joy, excitement, fear, and experiences Lia only dreamt of. Lia wears a simple tunic and pants. Her glaive and sword lean heavily against the thick oak table

Standing at the opposite end of the table and in front of the large fireplace is Kira, a Swiftstride Monk. Where the others are wearing fresh clothes, Kira's clothes are tattered and barely hanging together. Her feline face darts up from the map to Poison, and she smiles excitedly. She was Poison's first partner when she began her campaign of terror, and the feline could scare even Poison at times. While she was normally more humanoid than feline, Kira had a cat-like tendency to play with her prey. There are still stories of Kira torturing captive combatants, flaying parts of their bodies, while keeping them alive and conscious. Poison only knows of one incident of this, but suspects that every story is true. The Monks brown fur covers her entire body.

"Tell me what you have found," Poison demands as she stops in front of the table, not bothering to look at the map.

"We have found a way to an unknown land on another world, Lord Poison," Jags answers, their voice silky and icy simultaneously. "We forced a Planeswalker we captured to take us there. He had only been there a handful of times, but he remembered how." Jags stares at Kira as they speak, watching the feline grin.

"He was very helpful once we asked the proper way," Kira adds quickly.

"It's a world unlike our own," Kallus inputs. "As far as I can tell, while they have stories of magic and dragons and other creatures, they know nothing of real magic. I can't wait to have fun!"

"That's great and all, but it's far more technologically advance than we are," the Druid says, his voice showing his obvious disdain for this plan. Poison ignores the disdain, but not the warning.

"Stop being such a spoil sport," Lia bellows. "They'll piss themselves in fear the moment they see me!"

"And what is the name of the land you found," Poison asks, seeing writing on the map but not being able to read it.

"This is a map of a land called "America"," Himo answers.