Amelda

An eternal beauty. She is undead. She cannot sleep, she cannot rest. She has been preparing for centuries, ready to raise an evil so vile, mankind will have no hope to overcome it. She will be the the one to wield it. Her name is Amelda. Tonight is the night of summoning. Amelda is performing the rites. As the pulsing energy soars and intensifies, you (an adventurer) unwittingly step into the circle. You have accidentally knocked down a lampstand, put out a candle and put a smear on a part of the summoning circle on the ground... The fire starts to glow in a different colour, sparks start to appear in an out of control manner. You look up to see that Amelda and her skeletons are angry... Very. Angry. Indeed.