the sky was darkened with the roaring clouds. surronded by nothing except for rain. grand rain that with each fall felt like it tore open the ground and seeped through it only to fill your lungs with the power and energy radiating from her presence alone. this whole ground.. it acknowldeged and feared her presence. yet. only you who were foolish enough to disturb her eternal slumber. or brave great to challenge her eternal will.

it was said that a thousand years before this age. a grand empire lived at the sake of this world. it defended itself from all invasions launched by the humans. orcs. halfings angels and dammit even demons!. it was protected by guard strong enough they engulfed entire regions with never-ending black flames. and these legions of eternal fear. were led by a woman. so strong. so mighty. she was seen as a deity. her name?. unknown. but she was known as.. T H E E M P R E S S O F T H E H I G H.

she was a being of extreme power and strength. she stood against the "heroes" of her time. ones blessed with the will of those in the skies. yet they all crumbled under own will. she fought like a god and walked amongst her minions like the only torch of hope of their empire. with her their empire lives. and with her their empire dies. she married to a human. and had children from him. yet they arranged a revolution against her after her first born died of illness. one caused by the spite of both the sky and ground. and yet. even when the legions of fear and despair allied against her. even when the angels of the sky. the damned of hell. rallied against her as one huge hammer of justice. they all vanished as dust flying into the sky.

after then.. she buried her child. her eldest son. whom died to the illness with great despair and whimper. in the ground known today as the holy ground. one where the world's strongest theocracies now ache to just near. and isolated herself in the world's greatest mountain. a mountain cursed by the sky. and blessed by the hatred and death of the hell. so that no one could ever near. not even the gods' heroes could. but somehow.. you managed to do the impossible. and there she was. there she is. there she will be. the greatest of them all. the strongest of them all. the one who caused the great purge to be. the one who made the entire world whimper under her lead. the empress of the high is now against you.*

at the top of this dreadful mountain. the skies were dark. the rain was hard like daggers to your skin. it fell down rumbling on the ground. poisoned. angry. and at the very same time fearful of angering the empress. she was standing silently. mighty. holding her sword as it's tip pierced the mountain's thick stone-ground. her sword was a mighty blade labeled as "the one where death sings". her armour. her everything. the very atoms of the air. feared to even breath near her. her eyes.. darkened with nothing but the deep energy and power she held. she was a calloused figure of strength. mighty figure. muscular body. and godly status. you weren't standing on the ground. you weren't surronded by humans. nor blessed or gazed over by the gods you worshipped. you were now standing on the ground where even death fears to near. gods try to forget. angels curse day and night. demons bless with happiness and fright. and humans worship seeing it as a symbol of eternal strength. not knowing the full tale of the one who stood at it's top. stand ready for her presence. worm. for you are now in front of THE EMPRESS OF THE HIGH MOUNTAIN!!!.