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IC:
Krakow, Gibet
Reich-Chancellor's Palace
The palace was large, befitting a man of his position. It had recently been refurbished--considering it had formerly been the Winter-Retreat for Chancellor Clara Wittmann. With her death, and his own assention to the office of Reich-Chancellor, he had been given ownership of the estate; which spanned several hundred acres in the Marche Mountain range of North-Eastern Gibet. It was of an older-era--one of pride, hope, nationalism.....hatred. It had indeed hosted events during the notorious Rudolph Schlesser Administration, and Adolph Hess' before that.
The mansion itself was built into the side of Mount Himmel--which was, itself, 28,233 feet-tall, and the highest-point above sea-level in the country. However, the estate sat only a few hundred feet above the valley below--with an expansive and indeed romantic view of everything for miles around. The valley and much of the mountain's lower-elevations were blanketed in a blanket of snow covering a thick forest of Spruces and Pines. Naturally, as was the general weather-pattern of the country, it snowed year-round. However, the mansion, and the large complex below, buried deep within the mountain-side, were both very-much so heated.
As for the architecture, it resembled that of Gothic-Europe--with gargoyles and the like. The mansion, that of it which was visible to the everyday international visitor, was five stroies in height, and consisted of a multitude of recreational areas--including an indoor spa, pool, tennis-court, dining room, and so on. All fo which were, naturally, indoors due to the colder climate outside. Its walls were furbished with a multitude of paintings, portraits, and other works by various artists from around the world. Some of it dated back to the Third-Century AD.
As well, it boar the marks of the regime--massive, red-banners of the Party (National Socialist/Fascist) decorated the larger-rooms. Two of these banners were displyed openly in the reception area, others were visible in the dining hall and opera-theatre. However, other than those, it bore no other reminders of just what the political landscape was within the Reich-State.
The SS (State-Security) were in-charge of most of the complex's security force--with Liftwaffe (Airforce) personell furnishing the remainder involved with escorts and additional security outside of the building. Inside, the countless servants, chefs, receptionists, and so-on were hard at work--preparing for the coming gala. They bustled about, carrying various kitchen supplies, groceries, and so on. Yet, despite the seeming chaotic state, it was all organized as to remain on schedule. They would be done before the guests were due to arrive.
Chancellor Heinrich Kruppe smiled warmly as he stared out a rather-spacious window at the snowfall and the valley below. It was a remarkable view, indeed--everything he had heard and more. He had been Vice-Chancellor under Chancellor Wittmann--having been of similar age to the young, dashing, and somewhat romanticized Rudolph Schlesser when he, himself ascended to power. Her death, while not particulary affecting anything outside of the party, had been quite coincidental for himself. He had never anticipated that he would find himself in the position of Chancellor at his young age of twenty-seven. Yet, here he was....in all his young, innocent glory.
He was tall, standing at 6'1", and lean. His hair was a dark-brown--seemingly black to the observer--and his eyes were a remarkable Hazel--a rare eye-color for any Gibetan. He had an air about him which seemed charismatic and inspiring--despite his admittably laughable abilities at public addresses. As a result, he had nearly everything he spoke to large crowds written for him. His hand bore no ring--he'd never married due to his duties within the party, but now he was in-charge and found the prospect possible.His face, youthfull and clean-shaven, bore no marks of physical abuse. However, his "abuse", if it could be called such, was not on the outside, but the inside. He had served in the Gibetan Wehrmacht during the Third Gibetan-Nitomian Conflict. He'd suffered battle "fatigue" during the intense fighting in Munich, Gibet. Eventually, he was discharged after being deemed phsycoligically unfit for service.
Despite his shortcomings, he proved himself to be dedicate and extremely loyal to the Gibetan Fascist Party. Once they reunified with the gibet National Socialist Party, he became second inc ommand, under Wittmann. For the past five years, he ahd been constantly in her shadow, constantly being the unspoken-of power behind the throne. In fact, until Wittmann's death, noone outside of a few top-party officials even knew he existed.
Regardless, now he stood here, seemingly Lord of all creation. He would open the doors of the Reich to the world--to show them that they were more civilized than the rest had believed. He felt it was now the time to wipe-away the old smears and scars of the Reich. To start anew......and he would start here.
Dear [Insert Leader's name here],
It is with great confidence and joviality that I, Reich-Chancellor Heinrich Kruppe of the Imperial Reich-State of Gibet, cordially invite you to attend a gala at my Winter-Retreat in the region of Mount Himmel. There shall be drinks, food, entertainment, and more. This invite may extend to an additional one or two persons--however, we request that no bodyguards or weapons, save traditional or decorative, be rbought. We have more than enough security personell to ensure your safety.
I regret that this letter is short, but I fidn it much easier to skip the formalities and get directly to the point. We hope to see you at the address included, 8:30 PM sharp-ish. SHould it be needed, we can arrange for a pick-up at the near-by Lutzow Airport in Guttenberg. Also, should it be needed, we provide parking for personal vehicles.
Hoping to see you soon and God Speed,
Heinrich Kruppe
Office-Der-Reich-Chancellor
Reichstag Building
Leiben-Strasse
Krakow, Gibet
OOC: Just rp your arrival at the mount-side retreat.
