Post by EpicToaster1 on Jan 25, 2023 0:09:52 GMT -5
Aererun, Queendom of Mestri, Confederation of Mestrian States
To an outsider, opulence is not a word one would use when describing the capital of Mestri. Despite the Queendom's wealth, outside of the palace doesn't seem very different from the standard contemporary cities of other nations. But to the people of the Confederation, Mestri is a bastion of wealth and power. The buildings stretch above the street, rising an imposing three to six stories above the ground level. The façades of the first two floors are constructed with a deep burgundy colored brick, large, barred glass windows giving views of the interiors when the sunlight isn't reflecting and glaring to the observers. The upper floors, where there are some, are façaded with bright, dull pink brick, adorned with large, barred empty windows, allowing the higher wind to flow through the buildings and act as primitive air filtration and conditioning. The striking jewel of Aererun, however, is the Grand Palace, where the Empress of the Confederation hosts and works.
A grand palace made of Terra Ombra granite with quartz designs inlet into the walls and the roofing. Large stained-glass windows adorn the first two floors, while large open windows adorn the top two floors. The large dome structure in the middle of the building, unsupported by any metal trusses, is held together solely by the granite blocks constructing it. By all means, even to the industrial world, a true feat of architectural engineering. The large cedar doors, imported from craftsmen from Ulster-Gaelia a little over seventy years ago with black onyx designs and door handle contrasting the reddish brown wood, are the outsiders entrance to the heart of politics of the Queendom and wider Confederation.
With a heavy thunk of the wood, the doors open to the entrance hall, adorned with red Kumo-silk curtains and a soft, dull green Koian-silk runner rug from the large entrance doors to the massive oak and wrought iron doors of the throne room. The messenger enters the large hall looking at the two guards at the other end, her tired eyes barely able to meet them as she slowly saunters down the long hallway towards them. Upon reaching the large doors, without uttering a word, the two guards open the doors for the messenger, letting them into the throne room before closing and locking the door behind them.
The throne room is its own impressive room, the large doors in the front the only public entrance with some smaller doors out the back to the inner depths of the palace. The high-vaulted roof allowing anyone to see straight up into the giant dome with its ornate chandelier hanging from above. Across the second floor-area of the wall are large stained-glass depictions of old battles and scenes one could only say are from Mestrian literature. A soft blue Koian-silk rug stretches from the door to the thrown, the same red Kumo-silk curtains outlining the large open holes for windows further above the stained-glass. The eyes of the messenger falls to the two thrones, each adorned in yellow tourmaline gems outlining the deep royal purple Koian-silk cushions. The overall frames are built from cast iron from Verak, made some four-hundred years ago. One throne sits empty, as it has for many years, while a rather tired Empress sits in the larger of the two. Her eyes fall upon the messenger, her mass of hair wiggling under her crown as she adjusts her position. The messenger bows, allowing their antennae to droop to the floor in front of them.
Several moments pass before the silence is broken. A voice as sweet as cake and as soft as a pillow, filled with the benevolent dedication to the law and the concerns of hundreds of millions of people.
"Yes, Tae-Run?"
The messenger slowly rises from her bow, her eyes meeting the Empress's.
"I have come with grave news, Empress. Duke Sunghyon of House Hwangbo has passed without an heir, nor clear instructions for what to do in such a case."
"Cause?"
"Unknown. Royal Guard suspects foul play."
"Mm. What does the Miry suggest?"
"They have not given input."
The Empress's hair would seem to point towards the messenger, a hint of anger in her otherwise soft voice,
"Then what do you wish me to do with this information?"
The messenger nods softly.
"Common Code Twenty-Nine."
The Empress stares but for a moment, her hair quickly wilting to the sides of her head, three meaty tendrils falling to cover her left eye as she leans back into her chair.
"R-really?"
The messenger solemnly nods, "As of this moment, the Dukedom of Truigua becomes imperial property of the Queendom of Mestri, and the inhabitants inthereof become her own direct citizens."
The messenger bows once more, deeper this time. Allowing the silence to choke the ornate room like the engine room of a luxury ocean liner.
"You will have to address the Confederation in the next Geulaendeu Beobjeong meeting, Empress."
To an outsider, opulence is not a word one would use when describing the capital of Mestri. Despite the Queendom's wealth, outside of the palace doesn't seem very different from the standard contemporary cities of other nations. But to the people of the Confederation, Mestri is a bastion of wealth and power. The buildings stretch above the street, rising an imposing three to six stories above the ground level. The façades of the first two floors are constructed with a deep burgundy colored brick, large, barred glass windows giving views of the interiors when the sunlight isn't reflecting and glaring to the observers. The upper floors, where there are some, are façaded with bright, dull pink brick, adorned with large, barred empty windows, allowing the higher wind to flow through the buildings and act as primitive air filtration and conditioning. The striking jewel of Aererun, however, is the Grand Palace, where the Empress of the Confederation hosts and works.
A grand palace made of Terra Ombra granite with quartz designs inlet into the walls and the roofing. Large stained-glass windows adorn the first two floors, while large open windows adorn the top two floors. The large dome structure in the middle of the building, unsupported by any metal trusses, is held together solely by the granite blocks constructing it. By all means, even to the industrial world, a true feat of architectural engineering. The large cedar doors, imported from craftsmen from Ulster-Gaelia a little over seventy years ago with black onyx designs and door handle contrasting the reddish brown wood, are the outsiders entrance to the heart of politics of the Queendom and wider Confederation.
With a heavy thunk of the wood, the doors open to the entrance hall, adorned with red Kumo-silk curtains and a soft, dull green Koian-silk runner rug from the large entrance doors to the massive oak and wrought iron doors of the throne room. The messenger enters the large hall looking at the two guards at the other end, her tired eyes barely able to meet them as she slowly saunters down the long hallway towards them. Upon reaching the large doors, without uttering a word, the two guards open the doors for the messenger, letting them into the throne room before closing and locking the door behind them.
The throne room is its own impressive room, the large doors in the front the only public entrance with some smaller doors out the back to the inner depths of the palace. The high-vaulted roof allowing anyone to see straight up into the giant dome with its ornate chandelier hanging from above. Across the second floor-area of the wall are large stained-glass depictions of old battles and scenes one could only say are from Mestrian literature. A soft blue Koian-silk rug stretches from the door to the thrown, the same red Kumo-silk curtains outlining the large open holes for windows further above the stained-glass. The eyes of the messenger falls to the two thrones, each adorned in yellow tourmaline gems outlining the deep royal purple Koian-silk cushions. The overall frames are built from cast iron from Verak, made some four-hundred years ago. One throne sits empty, as it has for many years, while a rather tired Empress sits in the larger of the two. Her eyes fall upon the messenger, her mass of hair wiggling under her crown as she adjusts her position. The messenger bows, allowing their antennae to droop to the floor in front of them.
Several moments pass before the silence is broken. A voice as sweet as cake and as soft as a pillow, filled with the benevolent dedication to the law and the concerns of hundreds of millions of people.
"Yes, Tae-Run?"
The messenger slowly rises from her bow, her eyes meeting the Empress's.
"I have come with grave news, Empress. Duke Sunghyon of House Hwangbo has passed without an heir, nor clear instructions for what to do in such a case."
"Cause?"
"Unknown. Royal Guard suspects foul play."
"Mm. What does the Miry suggest?"
"They have not given input."
The Empress's hair would seem to point towards the messenger, a hint of anger in her otherwise soft voice,
"Then what do you wish me to do with this information?"
The messenger nods softly.
"Common Code Twenty-Nine."
The Empress stares but for a moment, her hair quickly wilting to the sides of her head, three meaty tendrils falling to cover her left eye as she leans back into her chair.
"R-really?"
The messenger solemnly nods, "As of this moment, the Dukedom of Truigua becomes imperial property of the Queendom of Mestri, and the inhabitants inthereof become her own direct citizens."
The messenger bows once more, deeper this time. Allowing the silence to choke the ornate room like the engine room of a luxury ocean liner.
"You will have to address the Confederation in the next Geulaendeu Beobjeong meeting, Empress."