![]() Amyria had some heroes of her own in mind. This mission that could take them to the very heart of the enemies' empire. It would be a difficult mission and the Coalition must choose wisely. Perhaps enough to drive them to a successful conclusion. And news, received just today, could add one more notch of victory. The Coalition's forces were striking back at the Githyanki masses. But lead she must and the tide was turning. Why did the fool seek such direct action? He was born to lead - she was barely reborn and leadership was so burdensome. Lord Divian Torrance's death weighed heavily on her. Responsible for the future of nations and countless souls of many races. So how did she now find herself as leader of the nameless Coalition. In a small chamber in the University of Sayre - grandest seat of learning for miles around, Amyria, Deva Scion of Bahamut, pondered recent events. No-one would prevent her greatest victory. Soon, the Dark Queen would be able to push her advantage. Githyanki, led by their mad emperor Zetch’r’r, were putting mortals to the Sword by the thousands.
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