Eylusia Isle, Kornosia- Zion Mansion- Personal Office of Colderon Jason Zion
Eylusia Isle has long been the fortress of solitude for the Zion family for the past several generations though the Zion mansion, who's construction began under Colderons Great Grandfather, is by far the newer structure on the island, though due to its construction limitations it bore the grandeur of a fine old castle by comparison with ornate grandiose carvings from solid trunks of the evergreen tree's which grow naturally on the island which formed the primary supports for the grand staircase of the entry hall and various points throughout the mansion; all accomplished by hand. His desk, however, was carved from a single tree of black walnut topped with polished obsidian- anchored with studs made of pure gold, hand shaped, small raven statues modeled to look like the very bird flying upward into the skies above a forward symbolism of his vision of an ever-growing company. Despite his company being known for state-of-the-art technology-weapons-medicine his home was oddly and deliberately devoid of anything that required an outlet to use- his private laptop being the only exception being powered and charged via a single solar panel strategically installed into the massive hand made stained glass window of a portrait of the Royal seal of the Kornosia with an added raven at the top which sat directly behind his desk which gently illuminated the office and its numerous artifacts, and prizes of Colderon's personal collections- a bottle of 500 year old Kornosian Blood Wine along with sister bottles of each vintage there after, a collections of various Brandies, scotches, beers, and drinks of increasing rarity. He had ancient swords, and suits of armor. Each and every piece kept in pristine condition in an everlasting display for his enjoyment.
As the new snow fell upon the island he withdrew from his desk and gazed upon its glistening splendor of the purest white flakes as they settled upon the tree's and other various smaller structures which dotted the islands landscape like the Stables, the Shorehouse, The Hunting Lodge, Archery Range, The Cellars and the Foundry which the blacksmiths and Carpenters did their work on maintaining the island. His memories took him back to his years as a child as he stroll through the forests for hours, and ate the snowberries, fished its lakes and relaxed in the numerous natural hotsprings which dot the island and heat the mansion itself with the aid of wondrous fireplaces, or the time he kissed his late wife for the first time during their courting under the stone and limb of an ancient ritual site for early natives that had been reclaimed as a gazebo style resting place for hikers. This island was what made him into the man he is today- harsh but beautiful in its own right. These warm thoughts brought him joy as much as they did sorrow as those joyful memories also brought with them ones of hardship and pain. The island was good at , if nothing else, forcing its residents to reflect and ponder much of what has and will happen sometimes through tranquility and sometimes through challenging them and their bodies.
Turning from his gaze of the outside he pulled from his desk's center draw a few rolls of vellum as well as his ink well and pen and and began writing upon the soft skin based parchment, which was emblazoned with his royal seal and document border, an invitation for the various leaders from around the world to come and relax and join him and others for a chance to speak, laugh, and grow as people in order to address the various issues of the day. He wrote one after another for what felt like hours- because it was hours and soon completed the invitations and rolled them back into their original scroll like formation before having an assistant seal the rolls with moist circular ribbons of black silk and a wax seal of his initials. As the ribbons dried the bands would shrink slightly making a tight hold that would break if force to move. The invitation was written as such:
The Imperium of KornosiaBy the hand of the KingColderon Jason Zion20th King of the Imperium, Conqueror of the North, Master of the Lands, Builder of wealth, Lord of the Vastales, Keeper of Oaths and Patriarch of the Zion nameC.E.O. of the Raven Corporation
By possession of this invitation, you hereby claim and have right for passage and participation for a retreat to Eylusia Isle, my personal residence, to partake in festivities and dialogue among your equals within the world stage as neither friend or foe in order to discuss in kind matters of magnanimous importance without thought of hatred or prejudice or past or current wrongs. This invitation also grants you access and unlimited use of the island and all its splendor and wonders for your enjoyment and pleasure.
I encourage that all those who attend use this time to speak, negotiate, and find common grounds in order to secure a more prosperous tomorrow in which all that are alive can reap the rewards our your time spent here. If you wish to attend bring with you this invitation, your personal items and your guests to my home nation of Kornosia and present the invitation to my shipmaster who will transport you and your guest to my island. Please be warned though, that the island presents many dangers to electronic equipment because of an ever present electro-magnetic field that surrounds the island. It is because of this that electronics are general forbidden from the island not as a means of malicious intent, but out of safety for your property and its contains. However, all firearms are prohibited from the island except for the ones I have presently on the island for use in hunting and sport.
Again, I hope all will choose to attend this event.
Signed,
Colderon Jason Zion
As the last of the rolls were sealed and placed into a polished cypress wood box Colderons thoughts once again wandered and he dispatched his assistant to deliver the box and its contains to the Shorehouse where his shipmaster would oversee the rolls' delivery to the respective owners throughout the world. the assistant exited the spacious office and turned about and walked down a long hallway that was just as ornately decorated with carving of solid wood and polished marble half and half walls illuminated by the filtering sunlight from the glass ceiling above. After a few minutes walk she opened a large set of doors which exited out to the main Greathall of the mainsion and it was here that the full display of craftsmanship was witnessed as a the large decorative upper level was split into two walkways each wrapping about the massive chimney of the grand fireplace which was situated at the head of the greathall flanked on either side by small, yet still impressive fireplaces every so often with the space filled in by either doors to other wings and corridors of the mansion, which sported fully furnished 200 rooms each with a complete living room, two full bathrooms, an office, a sleeping room with a full size king beds, and a study, 1 Greathall, 20 Main halls, various other office rooms, green houses and almost every known kind of amenity each built in a symmetrical fashion to the other side. The greathall also served as the Dining hall with a beautifully hand crafted mahogany table with numerous chairs of equal quality where set and ready at all times, where many servants where busy polishing and cleaning the golden utensils and crystal glass sets.
As she walked pasted the kitchen she was greeted with a sensation of smells so intense she literally could taste them, although her current task allowed her no time to stop and enjoy the smells. Finally she reached the front door of mansion which stood nearly 15 feet tall and made of solid wood which reinforcements of polished steel and gold inlays of the Kornosian Royal seal. From here she had to walk down the flight of stairs to the carriage round and got a ride down the mountain side to the shorehouse where the vessel Iliad was docked and crews were busy offloading the supplies for the island and livestock.
"Servant girl! That box go aboard and place it in my quarters and leave at once- this is no place for a women." called out Captain Horrace, an old man and master of his vessel and one of the few men alive who knew the exact route you had to take to find the island since GPS and modern navigational equipment struggled greatly in the Northern sea. The assistant wasted no time and complied which making her way up the gangway and depositing the box before returning to the carriage to head back to the mansion.
Sometime later
Finally the snow had let up and the crews finished offloading the cargo before pulling back out to sea and returning to the homeland. From there the invitation would be sent out via standard courier services. Back on the island Colderon stood stoically still gazing upon the outside as the sun began to set off in the distance making his office glow with brilliant orange and red hues His oldest daughter- Azuala Alizee Zion now sitting in the office as well.
"Honestly father this retreat is pointless- Why not simply engage within these nations individually and leverage our assets more effectively?"
she inquired as she swirled a glass of fine wine in her glass choosing to focus her sight here then on the spectacle on nature outside. Colderon didn't answer her immediately instead he turned about and took a seat at his desk and took a gulp of his own glass before hand.
"This retreat serve many purposes beyond simply earning influence with those that attend. We are protected as heads of state for Kornosia and thus will always have a place to call home, but for the company we must always remain vigilant for opportunity to change the course of global events in the direction which best present and paints the Raven Corporation in the best light. Our martial actions in the various conflicts sours relationships with nations we have trade rights with... these retreats paint a picture that we, as the Raven Corporation, are committed to peace and that our actions which take life must have been warranted. The moment the world at large begins to view us differently is the moment we will begin to struggle. Nations like the Hobbeebian Imperium are such nations that know many things and have stood in our way to many times. If we convince them to lift their embargo we can move far more unrestricted and begin Loan collateral collection operations with a greater legal standing. That is why this retreat and others like it will continue. "
Azuala shrugged slightly and looked to the stained glass window and focused on the Raven at the top letting her thoughts wander as well...