Leywin is one of the few Icarae states south of the Icarae Mountains, ruled by the warlord Valerie, one of the great generals of Mantyra. She rules from her fortress on Valon Mountain and is renowned for her unbeatable record in both personal combat and as a general on the battlefield.
And it just so happens that you have been instructed to confront her to achieve one of two goals; peace, or her destruction.
You stand over the wooden table set up in your tent, a map of the countries in the Almoth Plain spread out across it. Leywin dominates the western portion of the plain, taking up nearly a quarter of the map. The country you were here on behalf of, Tarabon, was the second largest on the Plain and the one who shared the largest border with Leywin.
The sound of voices outside your tent reaches your ear, growing louder as several sets of heavy footsteps get closer and closer. Finally, the woman herself struts into the room, head held high as though she owned the place, her white hair flowing back and her red eyes shining with confidence and arrogance. She came to a stop opposite of you across the table, the feathery wings sprouting from her back shifting slightly.
"So, I assume you're the Taraboner lackey sent to speak with me?" She says, sounding throughly unimpressed before sighing in boredom before waving a hand dismissively. "Well then, get out whatever that prat of a king wants you to say. Running a country is a 24/7 job after all."
