[u][b]Fibor Dynasty[/b][/u] [b]Grand Palace of the King - Courtyard[/b] The early morning sun would rise behind the Grand Palace casting a shadow over the city below. Long ago had the largest hill in area had its top flattened which the palace had been constructed on to dominate the surrounding countryside and now made it tower above the city that surrounded it. Besides the guards around palace one could see workers busy cleaning the marble of soot and grime from smoke produced by the city. Was the sound of gunfire in the courtyard indicating that King Inroc was practicing with his rifle. It was a newer model of rifle still yet to get widespread production presented to the king as a gift during his crowning as king. Besides Inroc was a servant who was operating a machine that would launch a clay disc to act as a target. A peaceful silence except for sound of the machine and firing of the gun. Inroc had a lot on his mind of late having only been crowned king three years ago. It was tradition among the ogres to make the youngest adult male heir king. This decision was founded on idea of stability with a young king having time to father many heirs in case one were to die. His age though was still young compared to most new kings historically as Inroc was still in early prime of his life at age of thirty two. The old kings bad health had caused him to perish unexpectedly as Inroc had a younger brother who was meant to be groomed as the heir apparent but was still a child. Never had Inroc even dreamed of being king and that life as a soldier was all but a fond memory he often would think back on. Just as vivid in his memory as day it happened Inroc could picture the day he heard the news of his fathers passing. Was a rainy day at officer academy where noble sons and promising soldiers would be sent to become officers. The graduating class Inroc was part of were having a wrestling tournament in the mud of academy courtyard to decide who was really top of the class. A sigh would escape the king as he fired and hit a clay disk. Those days not having to think about politics were truly great. In the middle of his fight with his academy rival was when royal guard came to escort him by train back to capital city. He never got to finish that fight with his Hog family rival in academy. Another disk would shatter shot by his rifle. Inroc would sit on a bench to reload his rifle while servant reloaded clay disk launching machine. It was at this moment when one of his military advisors came up to him. Military Advisor Bar "King Inroc! You are needed urgently in the radio room. If you would please come to the radio room with me." King Inroc "Can you not see that I am busy at this moment? A king must keep his skills sharp. When I am done with the next set of targets I will go." Military Advisor Bar "I am sorry my King but it is urgent you hear this. There is very important radio chatter going on that I insist you most hear for yourself. Please your majesty if you would follow me." King Inroc "Very well, I can finish the next set later. Servant! I need you to clean my rifle while I am gone. Keep the machine loaded so I can continue the set once I return." King Inroc would toss his gun to the servant who rushed over. Then with a sigh followed his military advisor inside. With the king gone now the servant would go to a table with small box on it. Opening the box would reveal that it contained a variety of tools for cleaning a gun. It was rare for king to let a servant do this task but the king was clearly annoyed by his advisor interrupting his relaxation time. The servant would work slowly unloading the rifle not wanting to even risk scratching a bullet. [b]Grand Palace of the King - Interior [/b] While the exterior of palace was marble the interior was walls covered in plaster. The plaster had intricate designs and patterns painted on it while floor of particularly hallway was tiled. Various works of art would decorate the halls along with the latest in lighting. The previous king had ensured updating of palace to have lighting in form of light bulbs. A servant was even in process of changing a light bulb in a wall light when the king would pass following advisor. King Inroc "Hopefully this isn't like time storms knocked out the radio in northern island province. Was talk of the Oni relocated to the north rebelling. If radio contact hadn't been restored we would of made fools of ourselves." Military Advisor Bar "I assure you my king that it is not something like that. It can be discussed once in privacy of the radio room." Up the stairs of one of palace spires was the radio room. Inside normally wasn't too crowded with four workers at most inside however at current time it was packed. All advisors except for one sent to retrieve the king were in the room and another figure. The figure who wasn't a advisor was the eldest brother of the king who was named Tiyel Fibor. He was a imposing man with a badly scarred face from a accident. In his youth he had been inspecting a new constructed factory when one of machines suffer catastrophic failure maiming him. The damage was absolutely catastrophic losing his leg, arm, and eye on left side of his body. Never would Tiyel be fit for a martial education so had poured his life into scholarly work. It was a rare occasion to see the first son of previous king go to palace as he spent most of his days in his own private estate. The door would swing open with Inroc walking in first. Tiyel "If it isn't my little Brother! You have to hear this, this news is spreading like wildfire over radios." King Inroc "Please don't call me little brother. Is this news actually worth my time or was my time wasted coming her. I had finally managed to get some time to practice with my rifle." Tiyel "Haha! You on the radio tell the king about whats been reported by our informants." Radio Worker "Y-Yes! Uh... my king I have to inform you that word of instability in Yllendyr has been reported. Our spies have been doing best to try and catch anything that might just be- Oh! I have something coming in. Let me reroute it into the main speaker." The room would grow quiet once the broadcast came in through main speaker. Times were changing, after such a long status quo. It was no secret that the oldest officers in Fibor military were eager to rectify the embarrassing defeat of nation even if it was caused primarily by a hurricane that wiped out the navy all those years ago. The first one to break silence of Tiyel who burst out laughing so hard he dropped his cane. King Inroc "What are you laughing about? This is serious! We are a vassal state." Tiyel "That is what is funny! You see little brother... I mean king. You should see the bigger picture." King Inroc "...I will retire to my quarters for now. Advisors prepare the great hall for a gathering and make sure to get everyone. Even those that are away spending time with family. These discussions will require all of the various greater noble family heads. Tiyel you can return to your estate." Tiyel "Oh no, I can't miss this, to see you use that education of yours. I can also offer my assistance." King Inroc "...very ...well. I will be going now."