Mountain Passes
The Eichenhalle, Holzburg, Kaldgart
A Kingdom throws open its doors
Following the bitter infighting of the previous year, when King Peter the Great (Peter der Grosse in Kaldgarter German) had put down several insurrections and restored the authority of the Crown by the simple expedient of butchering several wayward nobles, the country was not in the best of ways.
Despite demonstrating remarkable forbearance and allowing many of his enemies to return to the fold, Kaldgart was still lacking vitality and bleeding from a score of old wounds. The finances of the Realm were in a shocking state and so, at the urging of his Landrat, he had arranged a great Feast, with an open invitation to all heads of state and national ambassadors to land their jets at the windswept Holzburg International airport and make the short trip by car to the sullen grey stone bulk of the Holzburg itself.
King Peter was a tall man in his middling 20's, the bulk of his broad shoulders betrayed only by a slight paunch at his belly. His pale white skin and hair like spun gold betrayed him as a Kaldgarter, whilst his blue eyes were the colour of a Caribbean sea - a clear light blue, flecked with sapphire.
A bushy goatee with a thick walrus moustache dominated his chin and masked his mouth, though his smile was broad and white, despite a few tilted teeth.
The hall itself was of modest size, hung with thick tapestries, banners and ceremonial weapons, with blazing fires and comfortable chairs of oak around broad tables laden with breads, cheeses, meats, fruits and drinks. Attendants moved back and forth with heated Mullwein, proof against the cold, whilst others moved past the crackling flames with dishes of hot food, keeping the guests fed and warm.
The hall was already abuzz with chatter, but the King waited expectantly for the first international guests to arrive....