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Top level of the Claudicus wall section, Fortitude.
Atop the glorious master construction of Imperial might, Fortitude and it's three wall sections: Claudicus, Miralicum and Cerianum. Each wall section spanning many hundred meters and going upwards at mountain scales, it's construction spans the entire history of the Imperium and yet there's more to be added, even whilst more than clearly finished, the project that is Fortitude will never be completed. On the very top of the Claudicus wall section, also known as the Gate of Eternity, the massive gate which welcomes the traveler and the warrior inside the halls and amazing appearence of Fortitude.

The very top of Claudicus, the Imperial district of the wall is the home to the Emperor and his family, no one else but the royal guard and servants may enter this holy place unless walking into the Imperial Cathedral within the halls of the wall to pray towards the Emperor and hope that he would bring his people into the future. One would imagine that there couldn't be more put into these glorious and masterful walls, but not quite, the very top of these walls remain used, not for warriors but for buildings of many kinds, the Imperial wall section houses the very Imperial Palace on top of the graceful walls, and on a balcony, the third tallest placed balcony in the entirety of Fortitude stands an incredibly well clad man, flying around him a golden clad eagle, something which looked fantastical, it's beak tipped with a supposed emerald, jewels connected into it's furr and wings. The man which the eagle circled had an almost unmatchable aura of royalty and power, yet his eyes seemed kind, his clothing was unmatchable in beauty and almost everything else.

''You are a symbol of the peoples freedom, you are their hope, you are the Imperiums holy icon, without you, the eagle, people would cower in fear before the barbarian, before the invader and even before disease. You stand besides me, on my shoulder you council me and when you fly besides me you are even my hope. People are ignorant, as long as they have something to focus their beliefs upon they will be satisfied. I am a son of my father, whom was the decendant of the supposedly 'god sent' Emperor whom created this Imperium which I now rule. You, Craxus, are my only friend in this world, not even my son, nor my wife are closer than you are to me, you are my hope and freedom, you are the wings which I fly in my dreams...'' The man said to the eagle as it sat down on the edge of the balcony, it screeched, it's voice echoed the Claudicus wall section and it suddenly took of into a journey through Fortitude, it flew above and across the Claudicus wall section, into the Miralicum wall section, the home of the Wall guard of the Holy Legion, Miralicum was nothing more than an amazing construction of a fortress, an entire wall section made for the sole reason of housing legioneers and even slaves whom serve the Legioneers of the wall.

The eagle flew back across both Miralicum and the Claudicus wall sections and over the Cerianum wall section, the fortress of the Royal guard detachment of the Holy Legion and their slaves. The eagle flew over the massive housing area behind the Cyrandrian wall of Fortitude, the walls which protected Fortitude. The eagle flew for hourse over the urban area and eventually came across the Chaplion, the religious military fortress which acts as the heart of all Holy Legion activity in the Imperium, it's scale and epic appearence rivaled the Imperial Palace itself. The eagle flew towards the edge of Fortitude and came across the Great Harbor, home of the huge and epic statues carved into the rock of the Great Mountains.

The eagle then made a complete turn, flew lower and witnessed the activity of the city, regular patrols of 10 legioneers walking through the urban areas of Fortitude and bringing peace together with their heavy weapons and armor, the armor was beautiful indeed, nothing was supposedly too artistic for the Imperial smiths. Eagles of copper coated in gold sitting and watching over the shoulder of the Holy Legioneer, their helmets equipped with eagle wings coated again in gold, just like their armor. Even their swords and shields had wings or something artistic placed upon them. The eagle however continued flying, unfaced by what was going on below, one could explain Fortitude with two simple words: ''Active and beautiful.''

The eagle flew back and landed at the very top of the Imperial Palace, also known as the Eagles Nest, there Craxus would sit for hours, watching over the city, clearly visible as its silhouette was clear infront of the suns light. Fortitude is the capitol of everything, or so anyone whom live inside the Imperium see it, massive trading hubs and the harbor is filled with trading boats bringing supplies, food and slaves to the markets of the Imperium. Now sitting on the eagle throne the Emperor himself spoke looked to his left and saw the Empress, Julian of Solitude. ''You. Woman. Leave me here to rot, leave me here to wander... To wander the planes of imagination...'' He changes his pose to that of a bothered young and beautiful man, placing his head on his hand he remained silent, his red eyes glaring at the massive royal hall gate. ''As you wish... My Emperor.'' She said casually, turned and walked away, but suddenly the Emperor spoke up once more. ''You have one purpose, nothing but that... Don't manipulate my hospitality...'' He said as the woman left the hall through a back door passage which would lead to the royal district.

The Emperors name was Magnus Sigismund the VII, as he sat in his throne room he appeared as if he was in grave pain, his magnificent robes and beautiful figure clad the eagle throne magnificently. He closed his eyes and tried to escape to the realm of deaming and eventually he left conciousness and entered his beloved dreaming realm.

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