December 18th, 2:00 pm
Emperor Magnus Zos Deus sat in his chair within the Earthside capitol of New Garlemald. Like his predacessors, his face was bare to the world. His weathered face held no less regality than other world leaders with a calm, measured expression upon his face. The horned crown sat on the table beside him, unworn for now. Would that he could go without the unneccisarily obnoxious thing. His father and grandfather wore it with pride, a symbol of the Empire, a relic in more than one sense. He hated it for it's weight and gaudiness.
His predacessors had been far too flashy, distracted with the "finer things" of life. Magnus did not have such a problem. As a soldier, he lived a spartan life, ready to move at a moment's notice as orders came down. He had never abandoned that mentality. Decoration was left to his wife, who had expensive tastes, but the people seemed to enjoy the regulary rotation of arts and displays within the palaces. This throne room had been decorated by her as well with Garlemald's new pride, which he did not bother to cover or hide. Images of Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald, Diamond, and Ultima WEAPON each had their own little corner of the room, complete with several scale models and depictions of clashes with Eikons, though most were fictional encounters.
In a smaller chair beside him, Casius sat patiently waiting, though his eyes roamed the room. Magnus gave him a half smile, then gently pat the boy's shoulder. "Do not feel obligated to sit still the whole time. You may go play when you desire, so long as you remain quiet. Remember your manners." His son's eyes sparkled at the promise and nodded.
A spread of sandwiches, biscuits, tea, and wines were laid out on the table before him, a treat for his guests. He stood when the two were lead into the room, but made no effort to go welcome them closely. "Welcome, friends. Please, have a seat. Enjoy yourselves. I am Emperor Magnus Zos Deus, and this is my son Casius Yae Deus."
The Burn was an apt name for this desolated wasteland that brimmed with life. Ukraine made up a good chunk of it. The vast spread of white made it difficult to navigate, find landmarks, and so on. A perfect place for a base, if you were smart enough. That is what attracted the Vultures to this vast empty. They were a small group, primarily scavengers who relied upon death to make their living. Armies tore apart families, lives, and each other over resources and land. Then the moment they turned their backs, the Vultures swooped in to pick up the pieces before attention can be brought back to the killing field to tend the dead. And not even the wounded were safe from their claws.
Corpses littered the burn like discarded refuse. The latest target had been Erebonia, several pristine Panzer Soldats stole under their noses, the pilots tossed aside somewhere in the vast white to die, if they had not already been dead. Even the cargo ship they held was stolen. From whom, they didn't quite remember. The base was littered with the scavenged parts from various battle fields, ripe for the plucking.
Emperor Magnus Zos Deus sat in his chair within the Earthside capitol of New Garlemald. Like his predacessors, his face was bare to the world. His weathered face held no less regality than other world leaders with a calm, measured expression upon his face. The horned crown sat on the table beside him, unworn for now. Would that he could go without the unneccisarily obnoxious thing. His father and grandfather wore it with pride, a symbol of the Empire, a relic in more than one sense. He hated it for it's weight and gaudiness.
His predacessors had been far too flashy, distracted with the "finer things" of life. Magnus did not have such a problem. As a soldier, he lived a spartan life, ready to move at a moment's notice as orders came down. He had never abandoned that mentality. Decoration was left to his wife, who had expensive tastes, but the people seemed to enjoy the regulary rotation of arts and displays within the palaces. This throne room had been decorated by her as well with Garlemald's new pride, which he did not bother to cover or hide. Images of Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald, Diamond, and Ultima WEAPON each had their own little corner of the room, complete with several scale models and depictions of clashes with Eikons, though most were fictional encounters.
In a smaller chair beside him, Casius sat patiently waiting, though his eyes roamed the room. Magnus gave him a half smile, then gently pat the boy's shoulder. "Do not feel obligated to sit still the whole time. You may go play when you desire, so long as you remain quiet. Remember your manners." His son's eyes sparkled at the promise and nodded.
A spread of sandwiches, biscuits, tea, and wines were laid out on the table before him, a treat for his guests. He stood when the two were lead into the room, but made no effort to go welcome them closely. "Welcome, friends. Please, have a seat. Enjoy yourselves. I am Emperor Magnus Zos Deus, and this is my son Casius Yae Deus."
The Burn was an apt name for this desolated wasteland that brimmed with life. Ukraine made up a good chunk of it. The vast spread of white made it difficult to navigate, find landmarks, and so on. A perfect place for a base, if you were smart enough. That is what attracted the Vultures to this vast empty. They were a small group, primarily scavengers who relied upon death to make their living. Armies tore apart families, lives, and each other over resources and land. Then the moment they turned their backs, the Vultures swooped in to pick up the pieces before attention can be brought back to the killing field to tend the dead. And not even the wounded were safe from their claws.
Corpses littered the burn like discarded refuse. The latest target had been Erebonia, several pristine Panzer Soldats stole under their noses, the pilots tossed aside somewhere in the vast white to die, if they had not already been dead. Even the cargo ship they held was stolen. From whom, they didn't quite remember. The base was littered with the scavenged parts from various battle fields, ripe for the plucking.
