The Rage of the Clockwork Empress

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The Clockwork Empress struck together two enchanted bracelets of gleaming orichalcum. There was a blinding flash of silver-white light that dazzled everyone assembled, and suddenly the Clockwork Empress stood sheathed head to toe in mirror-polished plate armor of shining orichalcum--the near-indestructible red-gold metal of the alchemists--engraved with great and terrible runes of power. The enchanted armor hummed with eldritch might while her winged helm glowed and crackled with a corona of magical energy like the aurora borealis, and the faceplate opened to reveal her beautiful features, framed by a luminescent mane of white-gold hair while her sapphire-blue eyes blazed with barely-controlled rage. In her right hand she clutched a long spear of rune-inscribed orichalcum whose smooth shaft was crafted from an unknown golden wood, while the weapon burned with searing golden flames that were almost too bright to gaze upon.
"I may be the Clockwork Empress," proclaimed Queen Vivienne, "But I am a Goblin... and we know how to kick ass and take names! WILL YOU FOLLOW ME?"