Alana had been clobbering a particularly stubborn Shokan when the resounding crack of thunder was heard across the battlefield. The entire environment was saturated with raw, unadulterated power.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-style: italic">"Guys, it seems the local Regent has appeared"</span></span>, announced Ship as he place the marker in her HUB.<br/><br/>Alana turned and saw HER. Her sheer presence spoke of pain, lots of it at any that gathered her ire.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">"Oh no. Alana, remember that one session your college friend had you sit in."</span>, spoke Sari as she queued a particular snapshot from the guidebook containing an image with a name attached to it. It was the Lady of Pain.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Slag."</span>That was all Alana could say. She remembered what happened when one of the players. It wasn't pretty when it was described. Still, the Lady had just arrived. Provided no one tried to attack her, they could end this issue smoothly, but to do so she had to act fast. She needed to establish that she and her fellows were merely defending themselves and had nothing to do with the portals.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Agatha, Ship, I'm going to need your help"</span>said Alan to her souls<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #408000">"Roger!"</span></span><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF8000">"Are you sure you want to do this?"</span></span>, asked Agatha.<br/><br/>Refocusing on the outside world again, Alana felt her self align with Ship's professional demeanor and Agatha's political acumen. Hopefully she wouldn't flub this. Adjusting her vocal cords for better projection, and putting a law enforcement officer's posture, Alana declared, "Permission to present the account of how the events transpired, Ma'am."