[center]Realm of Manram, Capital District

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The time had finally arrived for week-long celebration of the Gu’Shedal, many had gathered and leaders of world decisive nations was nothing uncommon at the gathering. The city of Shu Zidish, the epicenter of the Holy Realm was in full commotion, and the Imperial palace stood as dominant as ever, truly testing the theory of towering structures. Across the roads, all leading to the central, massive, and dominant royal palace which lead to the Gu’Shedal himself, there were people who celebrated. Carriages would find it hard to travel unless they had the royal seal in hand, something which gave them a direct ticket through the crowd with the help of the local military garrisons. 

At the quickest glance anyone would see that not only was Shu Zidish rich in culture, market stalls covering the broad roads with everything from food wares to art. Everything on the streets seemed to appear rich in nature, no poor soul in sight, but that would also be why no poor lived in the cities, and that was monitored by the Military Garrisons, simply living there requires a tax. But alas, nothing remains as dominant within the city as the four Spires of Monriak reaching up towards the heavens, and within their center, the palace which can be seen far beyond the city walls.

But the first obstacle will always remain to be the Holy Walls, themselves. They stand as the final wall of the Capital District of Manram, Gakul. But with the Royal Pass that was sent to all and every invited leader, there would be no problem, for unlike normally, this was no longer the final frontier, but instead, you will be allowed to pass through Gakul and onwards towards the mindboggling gates of the Royal Palace. Standing in front of the initial 300 steps that will lead the world’s leaders into the great halls of the palace, if they were to look upwards, they would be met by great inscribing’s and statues formed into the very walls of the palace, reaching up towards the heavens, towering even over the Spires surrounding it. 

At the top of the 299th step you’d be met by both the inspiring main gate of the palace, but before that stood two warriors, clad in the royal robes of the Gu’Shedal himself, but these were no ordinary men, no, they were men of the royal guard. Just like any Manram Order knight, these men stood above even the tallest leader passing through the gates, in their hand stood the tall shield of the Gu’Shedal’s own royal armory, and around their waist was sheathed a royal Kagara blade of ancient make. As you’d come to pass these men you’d be greeted with a slight bow of the head and a both brutal, and surprisingly welcoming ‘’Welcome, Lord, to Gahara Palace, home of the Gu’Shedal.’’

Upon your crossing of the final line, the golden gates of the palace, your world would widen as the room before you would display itself. The entrance hall of the palace seemed to be the size of an entire estate, in and of itself. You’d be able to see the leaders gathered and conversing with each other in the initial gathering. Many of the worlds respected and prideful leaders were seen conversing in this very room, even enemies seemed to be under the same roof simply because of the event which had crossed their ears. The entrance hall was open, the floor clad in rich and expensive rugs. In the very center of the halls first floor sat three long tables filled with traditional Manram food, the occasional decoration, and a golden statue of the Gu’Shedal himself. But there was more, at the distant sides of the hall stood richly decorated stairs, reaching up towards the second, third, and even the fourth floor of the entrance hall. Each floor as well decorated as the prior.

There were guards located at the very edges of the hall, staying away from the main attractions and conversation, yet keeping a watchful eye, they could stand so still so they’d be mistaken for iron and steel statues clad in the royal red robes. As the arrivals began to loosen, and final end, the 30 ghali tall gates would close and the Gu’Shedal would make his appearance on the fourth floor. Upon his arrival he would immediately be greeted by royals to his left and right, therefore it would take quite a while before he’d be able to arrive on the pedestal overlooking the entire hall. 

‘’Welcome, welcome! To the celebration of my birth!’’

The Gu’Shedal spoke, initially with a very dominant, prevailing voice, but slowly lowering it as people began to silence themselves, allowing him to speak freely. ‘’First, I must thank you all for arriving here in Shu Zidish, as you might have noticed, the citizens are truly on the verge of bursting of excitement!’’ He spoke, and with but his voice, he had managed to get a plentiful of people to the point of smiling. ‘’But don’t forget the 300 steps, I personally can’t seem to bring myself back up whenever I go down. My guards are always forced to drag me back up!’’ 

There was laughter, maybe forced, but maybe not, but with that initial laughter, the entire chamber burst into joy. These laughs were no doubt real. ‘’But, no matter about that! We are here to celebrate, and celebrate we will! As you may have already witnessed, and I am happy to observe this, most of you have placed your trust in me and come unarmed. Whilst there is the occasional exception, that doesn’t matter. When it comes to diplomatic and relations, you must be able to trust, and with those of you whom decided to stand down, and trust in me, I am willing to place my trust in you!’’

Suddenly a 15 ghali tall silver gate opened up, and forward spewed women and men alike, clad in traditional clothing of the Manram people, yet the royal colors of red and black remained prevalent. In their hands they held additional foods, and with their arrival on the serving tables clad in gold and silver coated wood, they quickly replaced the food and turned back. ‘’My lords, barons, councilmen, and Emperors, before we begin this first day’s festivities I will allow you two hours’ time to converse and make yourself known amongst the guests, find, talk to me, I am interested in all of your ideas, stories, and requests!’’

‘’Once again, I welcome you all..!’’

‘’... To my Palace!’’

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And with that, as the Gu’Shedal slowly turned around to greet Imperia, who nobly awaited him to finish his speech so that she’d be able to guard him further, the chamber was filled with applause. Imperia and Mundir were unfazed, and much unlike Imperia’s initial request she was clad in the most feminine and womanly dress that the royal tailors could offer. Mundir was, as well, clad in the most noble attire an entire Empire could grant him, clad in robes, shirts and pants made out of fabrics rare even in Manram, decorated in fine gems and rare metals, he looked truly inspiring. His friendly face would make himself victim to many greetings, even the occasional individual feeling themselves brave enough to face him this early on in the celebration. 

Whilst he was of no intimidating qualities, at least no now, he had the aura of a very royal man, the only ones who dared to approach him were those who felt they had the same things that Mundir had acquired. And when they’d finally converse with him, they’d be met by a young and bright mind, bent on worldly politics and problems. A man who had interesting ideas on how to solve otherworldly crises across the globe, and he even gave advice to one who asked him for an input. He was truly unique, a one in a million. 

On his way slowly down the stairs, to the other floors he was greeted and hailed, stopped and saluted. There was everything from military generals, heroes and the occasional tyrant stopping by to greet him, maybe only so that they’d be able to become allies, but Mundir felt that there was kindness in their actions, he felt that he had made a lasting initial greeting that was more positive in his way than negative, if negative at all.

But suddenly, through accident he knocked into a younger child on his way down the stairs, Imperia was quick to action, but Mundir was even quicker in stopping her from making a commotion. ‘’I am sorry, child, I hope you’re not hurt.’’

[b][Feigling: Sorry for God-modding, but this is sorta for story purposes, if you don't want it, then I can change it proper.][/b][/center]