Y'all should join this. It seems we're all small and spread apart enough to not be of harm to one another. You have millennia to learn the ropes.
This is gonna be awesome.
The Ivēxür Erin XIV wakes to the golden sun pouring in through the windows. He stretches, and exits to his bedroom balcony, overlooking the lands to the east as the sun rises over the mountains, into the valley below. The city Vålderesk, an ancient city that once belonged to the Ezbataens, sat amongst the promised land that the prophet of Luna'i, Farsus had fortold.
The sun steeps over the mountains; few below stir at the coming light. At the far fringes of the town, farmers and millers are already at work. The birds begin their daily routine, providing songs for the day. The warm summer wind tells of a good day ahead.
The temple of the moon in the town stands taller than the surrounding houses. The lamps are being put out at the coming of morning. The monks of the temple can be heard faintly in the distance.
The Ivēxür looks over at the city more, and then looks to the east, where the sun rises. Vålderesk, once the capitol of the heathen Ezbataens, overlooks a fertile valley. The sons and daughters of Luna'i have hidden in the mountains for centuries from those who had once been their oppressors.
A knock is heard from the door to the royal bedroom.
A male servant requests to enter, and they enter by the Ivēxür's consent. They bow, and then dress the Ivēxür in a gown for breakfast, and escort him downstairs, leaving the doors open for two maidservants that enter to attend for the Ivak.
Later that day, the Ivēxür addresses the commander of the army, Novek Lieucien, and tells him of plans to annex the fertile lands to the east.
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