Push open the doors

You move in, pushing open the huge doors as you find yourself walking into a massive Great Hall. Dozens of bandits, wearing tattered clothing and holding axes, swords and spears, sit at a large wooden table. There's a roaring fireplace, with a dozen heads hanging in front of it. The bandits are drinking and celebrating in front of a glorious fire, most too drunk to stand, let alone fight. A large black, skull-lined throne sits, with a large, muscular woman with flowing red hair sitting in it. She wears a leather skirt studded with metal rivets, with leather straps going across her chest in an 'X' fashion, barely covering the nipples of her massive tits. Her muscular legs end in hunting boots, while fur-lined steel gauntlets are on her wrists. A blood red handprint sits across her face, no doubt battle markings. A huge, steel greatsword leans against the throne, with a leather-covered shield sitting on the ground next to her.

The room goes silent as you enter, with everyone turning to look at you. You step forward, staring up at the bandit leader.

"You're the one in charge?" you ask.

"Damn fucking right. Who the fuck are you and why are you in my castle?"

"A guy wielding a soul-stealing mace, covered in badass armor and with a fucking demon in tow," you say.

"I've faced far scarier foes, and there heads are the ones hanging by the fire place."

"Let's skip to the appropriate part of this conversation. I, the glorious Abaddon, challenge you, the infamous...?"

"My name is Morrigan the Bloody, warrior of the..."

"Yes, yes, the infamous Morrigan for control of this group, the...?"

"The Crimson Hand," she says.

"Explains the hand print," you shrug, before raising your mace. "Well, let's do this."

"Stay back, men," the bandit leader says, strolling forward. "This one's mine."

With that, the bandit leader charges towards you, raising her sword.