Vitoli
03-01-2008, 11:34
King Wilhelm V stepped through the heavily inlaid french doors onto his private balcony overlooking the city of Meckenwald, and surveyed the concrete jungle of his domain. The sun, rising later than the workday, tinged the yellowish clouds above the city a breathtaking shade of gold. Ah, Gold! The color of wealth! he thought to himself. There would be a great deal of wealth to be had supplying weapons to Estannium for it's ongoing war with Berackistan.
Wilhelm turned away to the west, surveying the Fjell Mountains, where even now, miners were rising from their beds to begin bringing up the iron and coal, tin and copper, perhaps finding small veins of other minerals in the process. Yes, the machinery of Vitoli was waking up, not that it ever truly slept. A slight breeze kicked up, bringing with it the smell of the warming foundries, the smell of money, and it split Wilhelm's face into a broad grin that, perhaps, were she particularly generous, a mother might be able to love...with suitable compensation.
Wilhelm turned away to the west, surveying the Fjell Mountains, where even now, miners were rising from their beds to begin bringing up the iron and coal, tin and copper, perhaps finding small veins of other minerals in the process. Yes, the machinery of Vitoli was waking up, not that it ever truly slept. A slight breeze kicked up, bringing with it the smell of the warming foundries, the smell of money, and it split Wilhelm's face into a broad grin that, perhaps, were she particularly generous, a mother might be able to love...with suitable compensation.