The Lord Commander

Aboard her flagship, the Nocturne, Lady Lylaith Malfyr, heir to the noble House Malfyr, Lord Commander of His Imperial Majesty's invasion force of Anseraade and its surrounds, observed her fleet of dreadnoughts sail through night blackened clouds as they crossed the Black Mountains. Few trusted such new and unproven technology, but Lady Lylaith was confident that the power of her newly constructed dreadnoughts would make short work of the ancient city and strike terror into the hearts of all enemies of the empire. Her plans were in motion, it wouldn't be long now until fire and fury rained down from the night sky. This was her greatest hour, her moment of glory, her chapter in the annals of history; a smile crossed her face as the music from the phonograph began to play.