(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m76grq4U581rom0fyo1_400.png)<br/><br/><br/>A cold breeze carries the blissful aroma of rose water and rare incense across the dale when the Gate from Perfidia opened. The Bitch Queen and the Forbidden one emerged looking like a fairy tale princess and her iconoclast knight in shining armor. The Ghost of Swan rode silently inside the Deathknight. Na'Amah's avatar remained in Perfidia and would not leave the Cathedral Fantasia. Na'Amah didn't plan on being destroyed, but it had seen even the most powerful of creatures perish. The Bitch Queen may be proud but it was not stupid.<br/><br/>"Arise My Champion" Na'Amah said to The Forbiddne one. The diabolic creature's voice like a small angelic chior. The Forbidden One took his mistresses hand in his silver clad fist and they looked out upon the Dales.<br/><br/>"There have been countless wars and catastrophes in these lands, and yet it looks so idyllic. A testament to those that keep it." Na'Amah said.<br/><br/>"Your Unholiness, No amount of subtlety on your part will stop the demons from turning it all to ash and refuse." The Forbidden One knew his God's methods and preferences. If the Bitch Queen could it would take a century to eliminate every member of the opposition without the destructive force of an army. The Forbidden One felt tasked itself with keeping the unearthly mindset of Na'Amah and the pure insanity of Ghost of Swan focused on matters of practicality when it mattered most.  "If there is anything you seek to preserve we can have your handmaidens tend to it."<br/><br/>"Oh let the rabble have this place. By the time the demons arrive my army will have already done it's work, if I even decide to use them."<br/><br/>No doubt Na'Amah could find something nonsensically diverting to occupy it's time with but it thought that there may be more productive things to do. All things considered the calm before the storm was the best time for Na'Amah to do anything. "We will start at the top, and then work out way down if we have to. First though we need to set the mood...."<br/><br/>The Bitch Queen went invisible as a precaution and dimension doored itself a little closer to the heart of Shadowdale where it tried to find a spot of some seclusion to work it's magic. It raised it's pale arms and slowly the temperature began to plummet for miles around.<br/><br/>"<em>Who will keep them warm now?</em>"<br/><br/>After that it stepped back to where it had left the forbidden one. There it communicated with Demi Lich through a link they shared since the lichfiend was first kissed by Na'Amah.<em>"Do you feel a chill? How fares your endeavors my dear?"</em><br/><br/>The Bitch Queen waited half an hour or so before making it's next move. It didn't want anyone it spoke to to automatically know that it was the one who created the fimbulwinter. "Lets start at the top...".<br/><br/>Considering it's foes, Na'Amah felt Alustriel was the closest potential rival it had in any of the Chosen of Mystra: The glorified farm girl that can't keep out of others business, the ditzy housewife savant, the annoying granola girl, Na'Amah did not wish to honor any of them with a visit. Barring The Witch Queen of Aglarond, who Na'Amah questioned if she would even be involved, Alustriel was the only one Na'Amah viewed as enough of a threat to focus it's attentions on.