>>6021912>>6021855alright, with no other decision made...
You make your way to Aljulkun to discuss diplomacy with Fred the Fat
From afar, you notice city is fortified with naught but batteries upon batteries, and the odd soldiers operating them.
Inside, you witness titanic foundries, casting multiple culverins, mortars, and naval guns at a time.
You behold the castle, an enormous tower that can be likened to a tree in both its shape and presence. Indeed it seems so imposing, that one is liable to believe it wholly impenetrable to even the largest cannon.
The scenery inside the castle is however wildly different from the rest of this veritable fortress of a city.
Whereas as the outside is dominated by laborers, slaves, and soldiers, the inside is reminiscent of the imperial palace.
If one had never seen the heart of the Empire, it would be right to assume this castle to be the most lavishly furnished thing in the world - the truest expression of opulence.
Unlike the outside however, there seems to be sparsely any humans around, save for the soldiers.
Indeed, every servant roaming these halls is an ash elven woman.
The one exception you locate, is right there in front of you in the throneroom, where this lord's queen ought to be.
A disheveled, dirty, human woman, fidgeting around with various gadgets and guns, her eyes full of gleeful joy as she talks about them to her king, who reciprocates this enthusiasm seemingly in earnest, without the same lustful gaze he gives his servants.
Having seen enough, you make your presence known and introduce yourself.
He proceeds to do the same...
<span class="mu-s">"I am Frederick VIII fym Rudbird, King of Aljulkun, Duke of Reimalk, and 28th Prince of the Empire; welcome to my domain!
Say, what brings you here today?</span>
State your business...
