A generation had since passed since the ancestors of Volshikkur had bestowed any serenity upon another nation. This was for a significant reason, during the time of despair, a ruthless tyrant sat upon the throne of Volshikkur. His mind was isolated and so was the corrupt nation he lead. The tyrant defied the 'The Daedra Princes', ransacked the monasteries for their valuable loot including: gold, artifacts, jewels and much more. However, the populace roared up, revolting to the tyrannical leader. Upon reaching the palace of Drakoth, the rebellion found the leader, they threw him into the crowds surrounding the palace. They tore his limbs of his body blood painting the angered faces of the crowd. Blood sprayed from his decapitated head and a screaming expression was still left on his face. Soon, leader of the rebellion, Clacivus Mehrune, sat upon the throne. A true leader of Volshikkur once more.
The rugged mountains pierced the sky, crevices and ledges protruding outwards and pushing inside. Debris fell from the top crashing down the mountain face, dislodging loose rocks as they fell. The mountain was exorbitant and spanned across many miles. The mountain top was covered in a thick blanket of snow, of which the impression of footsteps and horse-drawn carriages are left dented into it. The snow covered the harsh, barren mountain-top underneath and ice stayed strong and firm and clutched to the snow, stopping it from falling off.
Blasts of wind flurried the snow up into the air and whipped it around in a frenzy, being flung into the faces of passing travellers. A thin fog rolled in across the snowy hills, cradled on top of the mountains. Small wooden shacks were visible, yet obscure through the thin fog, with the wooden roofs piercing through. Lanterns lit upon wooden posts lined the large stone path leading upwards towards a grand stone building.
The building had assortments of stone blocks laid to form the structure, marble, natural rock and other materials. Marvellous glass windows portraying battle scenes and the slaying of huge vicious beasts. The large wooden roof was in the style of ancient Nordic Volshikk architecture. A plume of smoke ascended from the stone chimney - it quickly dissipated as a barrage of snow slammed down onto the roof.
Inside, delicate hand-woven tapestries of all colours hung magnificently from the walls. A group of people were inside, holding silver grails filled with the finest Volshikk wine. One, wearing black, leather robes stood at the door, awaiting the ambassadors from the nations of Ceaden to arrive.