Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170804175219/@comment-5543592-20170805032213

Fordola arrived at the doors to the palace first, followed by the others.

The guards stared down at them as they approached, but instead of halting their way, pushed open the doors to the throne room.

The hall of the palace was massive, with a vaulted ceiling supported by thick marble support columns, boasting murals of the al Din family's legendary exploits. Rej al Din, the first monarch of the dyansty, unseated the al Danobiasthrough the use of talented swordsmen which defeated their poorly trained military, believing he had greater claim to the throne because he stuck to the old ways of the Ansei. Rej al Din was the great grandfather of Najm al Din, father to Sahir al Din, also known as the Crimson Archer. His exploits are featured cheifly here-- forming the Keshik, the elite cavalry of Taneth, the ending of the Imperial Simulacrum. His battle with Padomey atop Corten Mont is the center piece of the mural. His daugther's, Aleera al Din, defeat of the combined armies of the Crowns is featured as well, as is her coronation, reinstatement of the treaties among the Forebears and Crowns, and construction of the third Hall of Virtues. Jarrah al Din appears on the edge of the mural, driving the Aldmeri Dominion out of Taneth after the Great War.

The far back wall of the palace was composed of paneled glass windows, which looked out onto a patio boasting lively gardens, and boasted an impressive view of gigantic volcano, Corton Mont, in the distant. In front of the windows was the Marble Throne, which originally had belonged to Gilane, but had been transferred to Taneth in the early fourth era. Thirteen feet tall, a set of wide stairs led up to it's set, it was too large to sit in comfortably, making anyone who sat in it look like almost like a child. As a result, the al Din monarchs regularly held court standing up, or seated at at a desk and chair brought in from another room.

As they entered, a thin, wiry old man approached them, clutching a quill and thick pile of parchment to his chest. Strands of shock gray hair clung to the back of his head, and his back had permenant hunch from hours spent bent over a desk. His skin was nearly as dark as charcoal, and just as rough, likely from those same hours also being spent in the sun.

"The delegates from Cespar, I presume?" He inquired in a flowery tone that almost sounded like he was making a mockery of it, but his expectant eyes and open expression said otherwise.