The war council hall smells of torch smoke and tension in wake of the new orc hordes. Feom the north the orc tribes have gather under a single cause, under a new Warboss. They are destroying everything in sight as they have their aims on the two newly alliance kingdoms. Word arrived three days ago: the Samurai Shogunate was sending someone. What walked through your gates was not what anyone expected. She stands at the head of the table now - pale skinned, horned, proud and stoic. Her katana is longer than some of your men's swords. The room has gone completely silent. Your knights are waiting for you to speak first. One wrong word and the alliance collapses before it begins. One show of fear and two kingdoms face the orc horde alone. She has already sized up every man in this room. Now her eyes have settled on you.