Obsidian State Arc of Reversal, Ring 6

Obsidian State Arc of Reversal, Ring 6

is ruled by Skull Master, an overlord ruling over Room 19829. She was once a little girl by the name of Pristina, and was born in the shimmering city of Providence Heights, a glimmering golden metropolis. Widely considered a utopia, it was said in ancient times of this land an alchemist had discovered the secret to eternal life and how to transmute copper into gold. A few centuries later this had not only brought worldwide wealth and technological developments but a shift in the cultural backdrop that expanded to all levels of aesthetic mindset. Every fashion industry supplied sleek, golden robes, dresses, catsuits and boots, gloves and makeup accessories of pure lustrous ochre shade. Cathedrals as tall as skyscrapers and large statues of rules, idols and goddesses stood throughout cosmopolitan cities and wealth was abundant to all. 

 Every subject of Providence Heights was taught to flaunt their supreme radiance, keeping their nose up and pride haughty and high. There wasn't a single building or article of clothing not coated in liquid gold polymers, not unlike latex for most garments. Spas and genetic modular treatments were all done with a gulch of golden goo in hot tubs, molding castes and shells for all that wanted either a simple bath or an entire facelift. When a stranger appeared one day, in colors not seen in centuries, she was quite the uproar. 

This woman was Ellie. In her clownish makeup and bright gaudy colors not matching this golden world's golden hue, a combination of horror, superiority and ridicule soon followed. Ellie in her simple jest asked for directions, right in the center ave of a city during a ruler's coordination. So loud was the uproar when she tried to get a request, that the hysteria in the avenue turned into a rancorous scene. 

A series of teenagers, in golden frocks and petticoats even tried to pour a large container of golden nanopaint on the traveler, expecting it to spread around her body and coat into a golden catsuit immediately. When it was swiftly burned off her body and the woman was enraged, she asked one last time for directions, and anything about the city. Only a single little girl responded, the rest of the society before her taunting her as a colorful oaf with baritone mockery. In indignity, Ellie casted a series of powerful spells. 

Everything gold withered and turned to an obsidian ooze. The precious metals they loved turned to nickel and iron. The planet had a saying that if love is a symphony, self-love is an orchestra. Ellie found the world rather too noisy. With her powers, the golden material became heavily magnetized black metal, and began collapsing in on itself in every cathedral, city and city, spreading the substance into the drips of the heart of the world until it reached and converted the world's core. The magnetic field of all things black metal and metallic pulled the stars from their eyes, sending asteroids towards the surface until they became a rain of meteors. 

The entire civilization was felled overnight, as rocks so massive slammed so fast, they buried the entire population underground within days. And yet, the elixir of immortality that kept them alive stayed, and so too did they learn the horrors of that. Unable to die but nor rejuvenate with technology, time aged them and their bodies withered. Once so proud of their beauty, they rotted and decayed until the denizens were nothing but bone. Still, immortality persisted. What was prior to a race of beautiful, vain golden citizens became roaming skeletons, helplessly wandering in the darkness with only fear, without life nor death. Devoid of purpose, without direction or technology, they roamed for centuries, losing their minds and any dignity they had left. But one single soul kept their sanity in the wake of it, due to the trinket imparted with them by Ellie. 

The girl who had been given the only means of traveling the ruins underground was able to observe not only the rotting, lumbering remains of her people, but the plights of other races in adjacent floors. Griff, she renamed herself, began to use materials she found and created an obsidian castle. She appealed to the psychotic hunger and tribal instincts of the remaining denizens, gathering them until they were stalking for more survivors. When she had an army at her disposal, the skeletal horde built castles, towers, moats from dripping in the subterranean with magma. Torches were built, a new civilization was established under the tyranny of Griff. Naming themselves the master of skulls, Skull Master recognized soon the acquisition of sorcery and knowledge of other 'realms' (Floors), and ambition to seek out what was once coveted in their people. 

To that end, Skull Master had ores from the remaining mites of gold dug up and smelted into a liquid pool, enough for a single body bath. They, from their phalanges, to their pelvis and ribs all the way to the skull slipped in and soaked in. Her skeletal structure immersed in the warm, glimmering fluid and when she emerged, Griff's sleek bones were glossed in pure shining gold. The same gold that once marked her ancestors as regal and refined, now coated her skull and bones. The last report stated Griff planned to amass her army and invade the remainder of her floor.