Renna sat in her Main Room which hid behind the alter through a small and narrow passageway...

Placed upon the large bed - which now was useless to her skeletal undead form, was her new full bodied plate armour and also a new brown monk's robe. This was to tare her apart from her army of Black Monks, so brown was the next obvious and natural colour to use.
Slowly rising the Black Monk's robe she currently wore, she let show off now her full bare leather armoured skeletal form. Her leather armour hanging barely to her boned and pointed shoulders, nor even to her colourbone.
Dropping the robe to the ground she began to make away with the gauntlets and boots which covered her hands and feet as of present, too now away with all armour. Now she stood, a complete - naked - skeleton. Gripping out at the new plate armour designed to strap to her bones and act like a hardened skin to ward off close combat blows, the bracers, chest plate, shoulder guards, wrist guards now were all dawned on her form... The armour was heavy, but tight to her form...
Grabbing the brown monk's robe she slowly slipped it on over the armour, leaving the hood down to let loose to the air, her grinning fleshless skull, now covering the armour in the sounds of rattling bones, and tinkling armour.
Turning to the heavy wooden door, a shadow arm slowly dragged it open, the bottom of the door skipping across the stoned floor of her room, now making her way up the narrow passageway, to stand now atop of the alter, stareing down at the mass of Black Monks that sit upon knees, their hood's bowing to her as she made her pressense known, with a slow raise of her arms, the sleeves sliding back to reveal the armour across her forearms and wrists, the bare skeletal hands outstretched as she embraced now her Coronation into silence.
"My friends..." Her voice raspy, incorpreal, and wraith-like, it was nontheless spoken softly. "We have the lands for our own... but this is not the end. This is just the beginning." A dark, slow laughter as her jaw fell wide. It continued on for a few seconds before she continued speaking. "The southern lands have fallen. We rule them now. I rule them now!"
A roar of snarling, screams and rustle of robes echoed harshly against the bare-walls of the Main Underground Hall, they stood now their hoods falling back to reveal what the darkness hid so well... All. Skeletal faces stared back at her, but the exception, that their right arm was the very same substance as her own shadow arms. They stood, moving in a frenzy.
The pentagram carved upon her forhead, glowed, and released the blue mist of mana which resides in her soul. The energy that allows her to cast her shadow arms, and to use all of her abilities, arms fell as she fell to her knees, the bones rattling and the armour shifting about her form, head lowering.

Two Black Monks now came to her, in one of their a hands plain silver circular crown with four long spikes spaced seperately and evenly upon the ring. While in the other set of hands a Black Monk held a hammer and four U-shaped bolts.
They arrived atop the alter moving either side to her, one placing down the crown atop of her skull while the other set the bolts down over the it, and onto her skull, bringing back the hammer and gently tapping it down into the bone, doing the same three times untill, it was securely hammered into place and through her cranium.
To make sure that it was indeed secured through her skull, they phased a shadow arm through her skull, and delicately bent the two ends together inside of where the brian used to be before it rotted away, turning them from their U-shaped bolts to now perfect circles.
Moving away from her they too fell to their knees with a rattle of bones, all the other Black Monks following suit.
Renna stood slowly, her head tilting up to regard the crowd with her socketless eyes, her bones fingers rising up to pull hood onto the crown's spikes, percing them through the fabric, but not letting the hood cover her entire face... She showed off the carved symbol on her forehead... The symbol of her kingdom. The pentagram...

A look from side to side at the crowd, tilting her head back jaw shaking up and down, her cackle, grew, and grew into a full blown psychotic laughter... Her minions joined in, causing their snarls, laughter, and hisses to echo out of the Fort and into the forests around it.

The laughter eventually died down and Renna finger bones fell to her sides and swung there idly, head tilting down and mentally she closed off her shadow sight from the world, hearing the bustle of the crowds below... But something did catch her senses, opening back her shadow sight to see once more Renna's head titled towards the door noticing that one of her Black Monks was leaving...
She stared at the entrance, glancing down now to the monks that now looked to her with all silence - they knew something was wrong and their mistress would need to calm them, assure that everything was alright... But it wasn't; no one crashed her coronation - hand outstretching towards one of her monks whom quickly made his way up the alter to kneel before her:
"There was an intruder in here. I am very displeased," A shadow hand slowly went down to strangle the Monk, and he flailed in her grasp as she now raised her voice to her minions, "Give word to my garrison at each village, tell them, to dig up every dead body they can get their hands and bring the bodies here!" Throwing the Monk down the alter he tumbled and fell, now directing her raised tone to the idiot whom let whoever it was in without her permission. "Gather five of the strongest, send them far south, send them past Cadentia into the deserts and report to me any findings. From the smallest oasis to a small flush of green on it's sandy grounds... Is that understood?"
The Black Monk simple scrambled to knee before his Mistress submissively, giving a simple nod and turned to snarl at the masses to gather up his small task force.