Tyrant Queen of Darkness
Ascended Splendour
The message spread through the dark networks like a whisper wrapped in silk. From the high orbitals of Nathema to the shadowed citadels of Malachor's rebuilt surface, one command resonated in every encrypted channel, every holonet relay that bent to the Queen's signal.
The Dark Queen calls her Court to gather.
For the first time since the conquest of Malachor and the claiming of Nathema's corrupted heart, the Spire will open its gates. The braziers will burn violet again, and the obsidian halls that once stood silent will echo with the sound of triumph. The banners of victory will be unfurled; the engines of empire will pause to bear witness. All who serve the Dark Court are summoned to stand beneath the Queen's gaze.
This is not mere ceremony. It is ascension. On this night, the Queen will formalize the new order of power: the rise of the Knightly Class, the creation of the noble Dukedoms, and the exaltation of the Exarchate — seven chosen who will rule as the hands of her will. It is a feast, a coronation, and a reckoning all at once.
Some will be honored. Others will be forgotten. All will be watched.
The Spire's great doors will open to any who dare to enter — nobles, warriors, spies, artisans, and those who wish to carve their names into the new age. The Dark Court rewards ambition, and tonight, the Queen invites the galaxy to see who among her subjects dares to rise highest… and who will burn most beautifully when they fall.
You are summoned to Malachor. The Queen awaits.
Objective One: The Feast of Ascension
The obsidian halls of the Spire blaze with violet fire as the Court assembles for the grand Feast of Ascension. It is a night of spectacle and ceremony — a display of the Dark Court's wealth, discipline, and power. Long tables of black steel are lined with alchemical delicacies, dancers move like shadows, and the Queen's heralds call the names of the victorious. Yet beneath the beauty lies tension: every word spoken is layered with intent, every toast a challenge in disguise.
Lords, warriors, scholars, and aspirants gather to witness history — the formal founding of the Queen's new order: the Knightly Class, the noble Dukedoms, and the coming Exarchate. Each attendee knows that what happens tonight will define the future of the realm. Allegiances will form, rivalries will ignite, and destinies will be forged under the Queen's watchful gaze.
Your goal is simple — survive the feast and leave stronger than you arrived. Build alliances, sow rumors, make offers or threats. The Queen's eyes miss nothing, and when she rises to speak, the galaxy itself may shift around her words.
Objective Two: The Spire in Shadow
While the upper halls erupt in celebration, the lower levels of the Spire stir with unrest. Whispers travel through the undercroft: stolen artifacts, missing servants, and a saboteur moving beneath the Queen's gathering. The Spire's security systems flicker with static interference, and ancient wards resonate as if disturbed.
It falls to the loyal, the curious, and the ambitious to descend into the depths and uncover the truth. The tunnels below are ancient, carved into Malachor's broken crust — filled with echoing power and half-living memories.
Investigate the disturbance, uncover who dares disrupt the Queen's gathering, and decide how to handle what you find. Reveal the culprit to the throne for glory, silence them to hide your own secrets, or claim the power they sought for yourself. The Spire watches in silence… and it remembers everything.
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