Afgurla, The Empire of Procellia
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The General, taking the silence of his guests as a compliment, gently prided them down the narrow streets of Afgurla. It seemed the locals were so lost in their own worlds even the obvious battle ready soldiers went unnoticed and even were bumped into occasionally.
After walking for 10 minutes the delegation could see sunlight at the end of the street, were the buildings seemed to end abruptly for some reason. The reason became clear as they passed into the sunlit area.
They had wandered onto a wide brick boulevard, one so wide that it hosted several noisy stand where books and newspapers seemed to be for sale, as well as tacky souvenirs hung from some seedy looking booths.
Beyond could be seen a large castle rising out of what appeared to be a park, or rather it would have been considered large under normal circumstances. But in comparison to the towering city, and walls that rose even university the bluff that hosted the castle, it and the park seemed hopelessly tiny like a doll house and small flowerbed.
The castle was made of solid limestone, and ornately decorated with beautiful murals of supernatural beings on its sides. Other than the murals thigh the castle seemed very plain, hinting that it had originally been built for functional defense, not to display wealth.
The original walls around the structure could just be seen from their vantage point, again simple sandstone walls and hates painted with ornate art. As they made their way through the park two figures came closer to view, standing under one of the arches that divided the castle grounds from the park.
The figures, once close, turned out to be a beautifully dressed woman in what could best be described as a dark purple toga, and a gentleman wearing a tunic and trousers, both in black. The woman was an exotic beauty, her almond eyes shaded blood red and her hair a platinum blonde. She stood in contrast to her subjects, among whom black hair and brown eyes were the norm.
With a graceful bow the man spoke "Greetings Fornoir and Boredomo representatives. I am Mayor Nata and this is Lady Issneas. We welcome you to Cuzarit Castle."
Lady Issneas added "It is a pleasure to meet you. His majesty the Dras will be arriving tomorrow to meet with you personally."
The Mayor appeared to be resisting the temptation to role his eyes, inadvertently hinting at the power struggle between him and her. In atheist areas such as Afgurla the royal family often had very little power, which made for tense relations, especially since the two leaders both lived in the castle.
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