Lord Praprismus looked out from his tower of solitude. Far below him, where the tawny surf crashed against the shore, he could see the grey giants of the Ultorii fleet, sitting in silent majesty. He hurriedly shut the window, and headed back inside.
The home of Lord Praprismus was situated atop a mountain, like most Valkorian fortresses, and commanded a small view of the surrounding area. The walls offered some defense, while the people scrambled for a living inside. It was not a happy place.
Happy or not, it was valuable. The final stopping point for traders going to nearby Lavande, Praprismus exacted a heavy toll, growing fat off their profits. Little of it trickled down to his people, but that was beneath his worry. The second valuable thing about the miserable place was the harbor, big enough to hold large ships, and almost directly behind the Imperial territory held by the Emperor…
The guards formed up, taking unobtrusive positions inside the castle, leaving the gate open, while Praprismus waited in the courtyard for the inevitable guests. If played right, more gold would enter into the coffers of the despot.