by Henry Avery » Sat Oct 09, 2021 10:55 am
With the ironclads escorting them, they saw little trouble the remainder of the way up the coast. They smelled Lynsaweer long before it came into view. The air reeked of smoke and sweat, death and plague. Then, ever so slowly, the famed capital came into view. It stretched into the sky, most of the upper levels obscured by either the towering, iron plated stone walls, or the plumes of smog that rose up from the lowest levels. The port was protected by a wall as well, split by a pair of huge iron bound, ironwood doors. These doors stood open, flanked by a pair of ironclad warships- similar, in fact, to the captured Bismarck.
digna factis recipimus