The Hall Of The Proca
Sat upon the edge of a cliff, deep within the thick forests of Provoka, is a grand hall of
the Proca tribe that overlooks the ocean. Partially camouflaged by the ivy that cradles its left side, partially a display of the fine craftsmanship of the Proca its entrance is covered with carvings of semi-malevolent birds and scenes of war. Inside the hall is an overpowering smell of food. Fresh fish, tropical fruit and usually a recently killed boar.
And often Enola, prince of the Proca, can be seen thoughtfully staring into the roaring fire at the halls center.
He had been ruler of the Proca tribe ever since his father had gone missing two years ago. Although his status remained that of a prince as the tribe elders were unwilling to allow a man so young to rule over them. In Procan society it is the eldest who have the most power and are most respected. They are often sought after for advice or cures to illness.
If the leaders are not pleasing the elders they can usually put an end to thier reign, however they had not done so with young Enola. His father was well respected and if he were to return to see his son cast out like a begger it would be the greatest embarrassment to the elders.
This hall stands as a testament to the Procan civilization. It is not only a royal home but a place of meeting and celebration for the Proca. It is often filled with the fumbling and the bustle of busy people either preparing a feast or eating it.
So sat upon its sandy cliff over looking a pinnacle rock the hall of Proca abides. Like the Proca themselves abide.
the Proca tribe that overlooks the ocean. Partially camouflaged by the ivy that cradles its left side, partially a display of the fine craftsmanship of the Proca its entrance is covered with carvings of semi-malevolent birds and scenes of war. Inside the hall is an overpowering smell of food. Fresh fish, tropical fruit and usually a recently killed boar.
And often Enola, prince of the Proca, can be seen thoughtfully staring into the roaring fire at the halls center.
He had been ruler of the Proca tribe ever since his father had gone missing two years ago. Although his status remained that of a prince as the tribe elders were unwilling to allow a man so young to rule over them. In Procan society it is the eldest who have the most power and are most respected. They are often sought after for advice or cures to illness.
If the leaders are not pleasing the elders they can usually put an end to thier reign, however they had not done so with young Enola. His father was well respected and if he were to return to see his son cast out like a begger it would be the greatest embarrassment to the elders.
This hall stands as a testament to the Procan civilization. It is not only a royal home but a place of meeting and celebration for the Proca. It is often filled with the fumbling and the bustle of busy people either preparing a feast or eating it.
So sat upon its sandy cliff over looking a pinnacle rock the hall of Proca abides. Like the Proca themselves abide.
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