The Last Order

A Storm Brews

I woke up and put on my normal attire, which consisted of black heels with knee high stockings, with a red robe that had a leg split on both sides and reached down to the floor, along with showing the upper chest before a button that connected near my neck. After completing the task, I moved on to polishing my face, dazzling blush and lipstick on myself. Shortly after completing this I walked down the great hall and to the war room, that is where I would decide my actions and attacks in which to gain territory and grow larger as a nation, until the world was under Fire Nation rule. As I walked into the war-room, I ordered the servants to bring me my Best Generals, so we could plan a siege against the neighboring nation of Azeroth. Within minutes some of the best generals of the Fire Nation walked through the door and bowed before me. "You called for us your Grace?" asked the Supreme Commander of the Imperials. "Yes, your next mission is to siege and conquer our neighboring nation Azeroth, if they do not surrender, storm the cities and kill all noble and royalty you see, then burn down their Temples and Palaces to show them the Fire Nation is not someone you want to betray." She looked up with a small glimmer of blood-lust on her face. "In these exact words, "Believe me, I'd be their firsthand account." Over the next few hours, they talked about different invasion strategies before settling on 'The Dragon' strategy which would be the armies coming in from the north south and west, naval ships coming from the south bay, and large metal airships with fire-benders shooting fireballs and blow-torching flames, almost like a dragon. The doors creaked open as Sylvia looked over, her eyes grew wide as she noticed who it was. "What are you doing here?" she ordered