Kauzka-Procellia meeting [IC]

Procellia City, Procellia
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Ishay looked out through the wall of glass at the air strip below. Like most cities in Procellia their infrequent use of airplanes had relegated runways to military bases, in this case Vulnor Army Base across the lake from the actual city.

From his vantage the leader could just see the illuminated city, built upon many islands at the center of the great glacial lake. Above the low skyline of the city rose three buildings perched high on the city's three hills, the castle of the Lord of Procellia city, à large imposing cathedral and his own castle.

Behind this though rose the ring of mountains that surrounded the city, and protected it. Some days, sitting back at home in his castle, it was so easy to imagine that the world was just this small piece. That all the existed was the city, the small army base and the towering trees that filled the rest of the valley.

"Your Majesty, your guest is scheduled to land in ten minutes. The Prime Minister has greed to welcome her, and bring her into the airport." Said a royal guardsman, who had been stripped of all his weaponry.

The guards had protested this disarmament, or so he'd been told, but he wasn't worried at all. No man alive could hold a candle to the raw power of the men born and forged in the mountains of the winter kingdom.

(OOC: It would be 50℉)

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