Iris
The ghosts whisper to her, telling her that Pangea has a leader. Sort of, anyway. The thing about having ghosts for spies is that they are mildly unreliable. Their stories vary. Some say there is a leader, some say there is only an aspirant. Some just stay silent, unwilling to be involved in the debate that rages around her in the spirit world. “Regardless,” she finally says cooly, unruffled by their passion for their version of the truth. “The Chamber should not be left to flounder. Thank you. As always, you have been helpful.” The ghosts nearly preen under her simple compliment - they are vain creatures, she has learned, and she needs to do little more than thank them and remind them they still have value even in death. They have long since come to trust her, though she will still occasionally enact their vengeance for them to keep their loyalty.
The day is early and cold. Frost clings to the pine trees, glimmering in the gray sun of winter. It is not a pleasant season to weather in the Chamber, though Iris finds she doesn't mind the chill in the air. Not here, anyway. Her mother’s love for the Chamber was bred into her blood, it would seem, and she finds it easy to forgive any flaws the land might have (if they can be considered flaws at all). Funny, really. She was once a girl who watched her mother destroy Pangea to bring this place back. Iris did not understand then, but she understands now.
Iris makes her way to the burning tree, the area around it clear and flat and perfect for meeting. For meeting, perhaps for fighting, depending on who showed. Her call rings loud and clear, commanding despite her lack of any real authority. Still, she feels like she has some claim to this place given her parentage, though she certainly knows others have more right to it than she. All she can do is hope that they come, and perhaps ask a few ghosts to encourage them in this direction.
When they arrive (or as many as she thinks will come), she begins. “The Chamber is not a land meant to sit idly, though she languished now without a leader. Who would step up to the mantle? Who would prove themselves worthy enough to lead our land to greatness once again?” She had considered simply attempting to take the position for herself, but she is not her mother, and that is not her style. No, she simply wants to see the Chamber grow, and she does not care who wears the crown so long as they are worthy of it.
This is sort of, kind of, a takeover but also not really (but the prefix seemed useful for anyone interested). Iris thinks the Chamber needs a leader and they should figure out who that's going to be.