Ascent of Glory II: Crumbling nations {Sunalaya Only} IC

[Oblaren]

Two miles outside Seiena

Hannes Camours was blissfully unaware that his fellow representatives were being arrested. He stared out the window lazily, and waved at the young children running in the fields. Suddenly we spotted a cloaked rider on a horse chasing after his carriage. "Driver we're being follow! Speed up!" The driver snapped the reins and the carriage sped up. However, the cloaked rider was gaining on them. In a moment the cloaked man was parallel to the carriage. In a flash the cloaked man darted in front of the carriage. The cloaked man pulled back on his horse's reins and stopped 30 meters in front of the carriage. The driver yanked on the reins and the carriage stopped 5 meters in from the cloaked man. The man dashed at the carriage and pulled Camours from the carriage. The driver;s lever action rifle was pointed at the cloaked man and he readied to fire. The cloaked man pulled down his hood and said "Hannes you have to take my horse and run!" Camours blinked in confusion"Robert Mason? Driver lower your rifle!" The driver nodded and lowered his gun. Robert Mason was a trusted blacksmith in town and friend of Camours. "Hannes you have to run! Don't go to Seiena the governors soldiers are arresting the representatives!" Camours was shocked "What?" Mason gave his cloak to Camours and helped him onto the horse. "Hannes there is no time to talk. Head to Dovel in the west, that's where you'll be safe." Camours kicked his horse and rode off to the west. Mason took the driver's gun and got in the carriage. "We'll be his decoy, go!"

Seiena

The town hall was in chaos. Solders grabbed at representatives, screaming and yelled filled the halls. Two representatives out of the ten there made a break for the rear door and ran down main street. Twenty-five soldiers were hot on their trail. Seven armed townsmen joined up with the fleeing representatives, several more people started to riot. The soldiers pushed the rioters away and continued the chase. "Get to Smith's Farm!" a man shouted. Erwin Smith was a anti-motherland rule. He owned a horse farm and reused to give them to soldiers unless they paid full price for them. The Corwenians ran for Smith's farm about a half mile away but it was live or death. The Corwenians reached Smith's farm gates and threw them open, slamming and locking them behind them. The soldiers pounded on the gates with their rifle butts. The Corwenians ran to Smith's house and banged on his door crying for help. The gates broke and the soldiers poured in. Forty-three year old Smith flung open his door, pants ironed but shirt askew, double-barreled shotgun in hand. His middle son (the older son had died in an accident with a group of soldiers) sixteen-year old Gregory Smith rushed out, revolver in hand. Annie, Smith's nineteen-year old daughter and his wife Ellie trembled in fear inside the house. Smith raised his gun at the soldiers and demanded "Get of my land or I'll blow you to pieces." The other Corwenians raised their guns at the soldiers, who in turn raised their own rifles, bayonets gleaming in the sunlight. "Surrender now, lay down your arms and come quietly." a commander said calmly. Gregory squeezed off a shot at the commander, hitting him in the side. The commander cried out but screamed "Fire!" Five bullets torn through Gregory and four townspeople and a representative fell dead. "Dear God!" Annie cried. She ran toward her brother's corpse but was grabbed at the arm by Smith, his shotgun fired blowing a soldier's head off. "Annie run!" Smith shouted. Another Corwenian clutched his chest and fell to his knees. The two townsmen, the representative, Annie, Smith and Ellie ran for the horses. A bullet meant for Smith cut through Ellie's back and Smith's wife fell to the ground. Tears filled Smiths eyes as he watched his wife die, only Annie remained. The five Corwenians mounted horses as the remaining twenty (not including the wounded commander) soldiers opened fire. Annie's horse was hit twice and the girl fell to the ground and was grabbed by three soldiers. The four Corwenian men fled for their lives. "Annie I'll come back for you!" Smith called, tears running down his face.

[Rodrania]

Eston, Rodrania
The messenger's perspective

The snow was falling, covering the streets, houses and factories of Eston, the capital of Rodrania. It was said that winters where longer in Rodrania than any other nation around the world but, of course, no one took the time to see if this was the truth or if it was dangerous for anyone. The only people on the street was using large overcoats and other clothing to cover their bodies from the cold weather. They where walking fast so they could go to their homes and sit by the fireplace with their families while eating soup or borscht. A lone man was running trough the streets, he was going to the Government Palace, moving everyone on his path aside and running as fast as he could. He was a messenger, one of the official messengers of the Rodranian Government and he was going to give a really important message to Gustaf Wirner.

He entered the palace after showing the guards his badges showing that he was an official messenger and after that, he ran as fast as he could to the top floor of the gigantic building. Every floor had even more furniture and expensive ornaments than the one below, but the messenger could not get distracted by the expensive paintings and statues. He stood at the door and knocked it, trying not to pant after the long run and he waited for the Presidential guards to open the door. After the door was opened, they checked him in search of any weaponry or something that would put the President's life in risk. "I don't have shit" the messenger said while panting.

When the guards opened the doors, he saw a enormous office full with maps of each Sunalayan continent and country. There was a map of superfruitland in the table and two generals where by the President's side. There was a large red carpet on the ground, probably more expensive than the stuffed bears all over the room, all of them in intimidating positions, looking like they would jump at you and eat you alive in any moment. The messenger was too distracted by the furniture and the ornaments to actually pay attention at the generals and the President itself looking at him. "What do you need, kid?" the general on the right side of the President said. "I have a letter for the President" the messenger, who was around 16 years old, was a bit scared by the intimidating generals looking at him. The general on the left walked towards him and took the letter out of his hand. "Go away kid" as the general said this, the messenger ran away.

Rodranian Government Palace
President Wirner's perspective
As the general handed the letter to him, Wirner said "You where a bit rough with the kid, don't you think?" the generals where in total silence. Seeing how he was not going to receive any answers, he continued to read the letter. "The leader of SuperFruitLand was killed by a bunch of rebellious idiots?" he said "This is a perfect chance to expand our colonies! We need resources to keep the factories and the workers running. Start working on a casus belli, General VanBuren, We need to have a piece of the cake." as Wirner finished his sentence, the general on his right left the room.

[SuperFruitland]

The new government was unstable. Demonstrations against the new government had flared up all over the nation, and almost all of the soldiers, refusing to brutally put down the demostrations, had mutinied and left their posts, and went to rejoin their families. The Farmlands were mostly deserted, apart from the few areas that hadn't been flooded in the far north of the region. The people clamored for an election, a return to democracy. The Reverend disagreed. He spoke on the evening news on live radio available to listen across the world. "I am the unchallenged leader of this nation, and I will be for as long as I live. I am the President, but with a new constitution. One that will be written, showed to the nation, and used in full effect. For the time being, I have the executive powers to deal with any demostrations, peaceful or not, in any way in order to keep the stability of the government. Thank you." The demonstrations kept going. When the Church troops finally were set up in the major cities, the first demonstration got officially put down. Regiments of the Church of Progress, now the government, fired from balconies into the square where the demonstration was taking place. It was an absolute massacre. It is reported that nearly 20,000 people died in Banana Square that horrible, fateful day. The next morning, people were reminded of the grisly event. Pools of blood were still in the square the next day, but then, the rain that washed it away, many had said about it. It was the tears of the gods, they said, crying over the horrific massacre. After that, everyone in Banana Town knew, this religious guy was serious. The people up north in Elkin started mass riots, as did the town of Sotherby. It was reported nearly 10,000 people were arrested in south Elkin alone, not even bothering to count the massive amount that had set Market Street ablaze. All of the arrested were, according to later government reports, taken out into the countryside, and promptly executed by the Church regiment of Elkin. From the body count, done later, it was reported nearly 100,000 people died in just the city of Elkin alone, a town of 1 million. The same went for Sotherby, except that Sotherby was the regional capital. In a city of 3 million, it was reported that nearly 500,000 people had woken up and done some sort of crime. Half a million people were reported gathered up as best as the government could in some area. Thinking some sort of speech was in order, the people were chanting anti-government slogans. Then, what happened in Elkin around an hour earlier happened in Sotherby, but on a much larger scale. Around 20,000 people could fit in the square, so by the time that the last people were to be executed, they were standing in pools on blood, and often on other people's dead bodies. That was paraded by the government as a show of strength, and solidarity of the nation. It didn't help in any way.

[Rodrania]

To: SuperFruitLand government officials
From: Rodranian Government Palace
Subject: Ultimatum

We are appalled by the recent massacres that happened all over SuperFruitLand, and we are angry at this. We will close any trading route we had with your nation and issue an ultimatum. Until then, we are going to mobilize our armies.
Our demands are:

• Give all gubernatorial powers to Rodrania, as we will keep the situation under control until a new President can be elected
• "The reverend" must surrender to Rodrania and be prosecuted as the criminal he is
• The SuperFruitLand armies must be disbanded and replaced by Rodranian soldiers, as they will do peacekeeping operations until the order is restored

We do not fear war, so think what's your decision going to be. If those demands are not accomplished, we are going to be forced to restore the government in a violent way, this means war.

Signed
Gustaf Wirner

[United Soviet Jason Republic]

Eastern Channel:

From the south the Loyalist Fleet sailed to round the cape of Portville, trying to blockade the strategic port city. However they wouldn't make it. The Democratic Fleet was ordered to sail south to aid in the advanced on Agria. The two fleets suddenly spotted each other off after sighting each other off of the horizon. The iron clad ships faced off in rough seas and high winds. For three hours the two sides faced off, the Loyalists being outgunned and outnumbered where soon sunk or in route, down the sea to Caprica. The Democrats rejoiced in their minor victory.

On Land....

The Democrats pushed an offensive down the coast of Agria, hoping to make some sort of advance. The Soviets where lucky to hold the line, facing mass casualties from the Loyalists. The Loyalists were trying to avoid losses due to their limited man power. Using their heavy equipment they could pound their foe, but they lacked the will to advance at the risk of losses

[SuperFruitland]

Reverend Canaan Banana awoke, in the hotel he was staying at in Sotherby. He had breakfast, and continued with his daily life. Before long, he was scheduled to appear and make a speech in the small, cramped Outland Square, in which around 5,000 people could watch, and the rest of the nation listen by radio. He made his speech. "I know that many people have died over the past months under my new regime. In order to maintain control of the government, any demonstrations will be put down with brutal force until a de facto leader can be established. This is a trying time for our-" He was cut off by the sound of someone in the apartments across the square from him shouting, "FOR THE REPUBLIC!" and promptly shooting the Reverend in the heart with a old repeating rifle, striking him down on the balcony he was speaking on. Nearly a hundred security guards with modern rifles started blasting rounds into the man, killing him almost instantly. The crowd went wild, attacking the soldiers and burning down the new government flags. All across the nation, riots had broken out as the people, seeing their opportunity to restore democracy, violently attacked the Church soldiers in the cities around the nation. Hundreds upon hundreds of people died in a battle in the streets, with many civilians using government-issue or personally-bought pistols to try and kill the Church soldiers. Hundreds of people stormed Government House, killing all the Church soldiers inside and restoring the Republic.

Three Days Later, Banana Town

Hallen Guava was, after a large discussion among the remaining Parliament members that hadn't been executed, elected as the temporary President of the Republic of SuperFruitLand. People waved flags and cheered in the streets as mass celebrations were held. After what was considered the most tumultuous time in the history of the nation, SuperFruitLand had survived. It had been struck down by the hurricanes, by the rationing throughout the nation, by the revolutions that had overthrown the late President Anna Banana and the late Reverend Canaan Banana. Now, the nation was back on track for survival. Now, they would flourish.

[Rodrania]

To: SuperFruitLand government officials
From: Rodranian Government Palace
Subject: Ultimatum cancellation

We are happy to announce that our Ultimatum is officially canceled due to the recent death of Reverend Canaan Banana. We are willing to help in your nation's modernization and industrialization and I want to invite you to a meeting here, on Rodrania. We will send a transport ships and 2 escort vessels. We will do reservation on the best hotel in the city. Hope you accept my invitation, as soon as you respond this message, the ships shall exit the port and start the journey towards your nation.

Signed
Gustaf Wirner

[SuperFruitland]

Hallen Guava was sitting down at his desk in his office, doing the paperwork to start setting up the new elections. Then he received the telegram from the Rodranian President.

To: SuperFruitLand government officials
From: Rodranian Government Palace
Subject: Ultimatum cancellation

We are happy to announce that our Ultimatum is officially canceled due to the recent death of Reverend Canaan Banana. We are willing to help in your nation's modernization and industrialization and I want to invite you to a meeting here, on Rodrania. We will send a transport ships and 2 escort vessels. We will do reservation on the best hotel in the city. Hope you accept my invitation, as soon as you respond this message, the ships shall exit the port and start the journey towards your nation.

Signed
Gustaf Wirner

He finished the reading, and sent a reply.

Official Telegram.
To: Rodranian Government
From: SuperFruitLand Government
Subject: Reply

We would gladly accept your invitation of a meeting in Rodrania. I request that I also take two other people, the Secretary of State and the Director of Foreign Affairs. We shall be looking forward to the meeting.

Sincerely,
Hallen Guava

[Rodrania]

Rodrania, Eston Main Port

Captain Klim Lagounov was walking on the snow covered deck of the RNS Victoria I, a transport ship specially designed to transport very important individuals trough the sea. During his lifetime he had the stressfull job of trying to keep Diplomats, Ministers and even Presidents safe from pirates and other dangers on the sea. He always had a safe route to take, no matter what as he was a really intelligent and experienced sea dog. "Faster men!" he shouted with his Sunlish accent at the seamen who where occupied getting all the supplies inside the large ship, which was 117.7 m long "We need to set sail as fast as we can, we have an important job to do!".

RNS Victoria I

It was one of the largest and most modern ships on the Rodranian Navy and the most armed with an armament including Breech Loading guns, several 47 mm Mle 1885 Hotchkiss guns and 4 torpedo tubes.The ship had a maximum speed of 18 knots and a range of 4,200 miles. It was propelled by 3 shafts, 3 four-cylinder vertical triple-expansion steam engines. It had a capacity of over 400 passengers including gunners, chefs, guards, sailors and more. The expensive ornaments on the ship made it a desirable objective for pirates and other criminals, but the armament on the ship, the vessels which always escorted it and the history of captain Lagounov made them think twice before attacking the ship.

SuperFruitLand

"Port ahead!" a sailor shouted and everyone went towards their positions and got prepared to dock. As the ship went closer the passengers of the ship started to breath "Fresh air, long time without meeting you" said Miroslav Kuznetsov, one of the 5 diplomats inside of the ship "The air is so contaminated back home..." he said to himself as the ship came closer to the port. He walked towards the bow and appreciated the landscape. Everything was... Clean. There was no Smog in the air, the people was not rich but... They where happy?

[United Soviet Jason Republic]

Push for Jamestown:

At the break of dawn Democrats pushed through the snow covered hills and forests advancing onto the Marxist held positions. From the coast the Democrat navy bombarded the Communists militias, which took cover in valleys. Small arms fire was exchanged for most of the morning before the Democrats could take armored cars and try to push for several small towns on the coast. Their effort was mixed, with cars being trapped or crashed off the side of the roads. The Marxists moved into the forests where the navy guns could not be used to pound them. Along the coast the Democrats made progress, but alas, it was minimal. By midday several thousand where dead in the cold, their bodies frozen. Using bridges and natural coke points the Marxists managed to impede the advanced of the Democrats. By night they managed to even push the Democrats back several miles.

Battle of the Valley

Democrats had advanced onto Agrian Farms. The Monarch would not have their food supply threatened by a desperate foe. As a result, on the morning of the Democrat assault the Monarchists returned the favor, opening up with a large battery of guns. By the advance of the Monarch forces the Democrats, scared of their foe's power, were in retreat for more protected positions along the coast and large hills. The Loyalist forces moved into attack these pockets of resistance, taking minor losses as a result of their foe's defensive preparations.

Outskirts of Caprica:

The Monarch's host advanced south, desperate to repel the rebels that threatened the city for the past few days. Thought the Marxists lacked heavy guns they where in a position of blocking off vital food supplies to the city. After opening up with a large battery of guns the Monarchy moved to in the ground forces. The Marxists where dug into trenches while the Monarch forces advanced through the snow on foot. At first the Monarch troops were slaughtered. However, as morning turned to high noon, the Marxists, low on munitions and supplies, where forced to withdraw.

[SuperFruitland]

Hallen Guava was waiting at the docks. As he saw the Rodranian ships, bustling with guns, he thought, I will be safe, as long as nothing happens. Storms, meh we'll be safe. Let's just go to Rodrania, Hallen. Let's just go. He walked up the docks to where the Rodranian ship was moored, and greeted it's captain. "Hello, sir, I am President Hallen Guava of the Republic of SuperFruitLand. Behind me are the Secretary of State, Chino Ecerby, and the Junior Director of Foreign Affairs, D'Ambrey Ulaanswijk. Let's get going!" he said excitedly. Hallen had been out of the country very little, and this trip to Rodrania would be special. They had a long sail ahead of them, and he relaxed in his little cabin aboard the ship. He knew that he would get seasick, but that was all part of the charm of riding by boat most of the way across the world. They would have to go through a tight channel, thence past the Empire of Jason, embroiled in its bloody civil war, which SuperFruitLand had narrowly avoided. Then, after a whiles time, they would arrive in Eston, Rodrania.

Rodrania

Hallen Guava emerged at sunrise, and was greeted by the grand nation of Rodrania. He coughed, briefly, as the smog-filled air entered his lungs. He knew that was different from SuperFruitLand, but he knew that was a by-product of industrialization. He wanted to industrialize the nation, while also keeping the air clean and fresh. That was a dilemma. He knew that, with the upcoming meeting with Gustaf Wirner, he would try to keep those thoughts intact.

[Rodrania]

Rodrania, Eston port
As the armored ship arrived to the port a lot of guards come from every corner, protecting the ship and the important politicians inside. As the politicians, including Hallen Guava, started to come down from the ship, several ornamented and guarded carriages came from a corner. They where beautifully ornamented with gold, high quality wood, flags and other really expensive luxuries. Miroslav Kuznetsov walked towards the SuperFruitLand president and, placing his hand on his shoulder, he said: "Excuse me Mr.President, your carriage is over here" he and around 5 armed guards escorted the president towards the most ornamented carriage on the port it was covered in flags and painted with the colors of the SuperFruitLand flag.

As soon as everyone was on board the carriage started to go trough the streets of Eston. The buildings, built during the Rodranian Renaissance, where blackened by the smog in the air, but still looked beautiful. In the distance the Rodranian Government palace was seen, it inspired awe in any mortal soul looking at it. When the carriage stopped by the palace Miroslav Kuznetsov and Hallen Guava entered it. Long corridors led to several libraries and gigantic rooms but only one, heavily guarded, led to Gustaf Wirner's office.
When the politicians entered the room a deep voice greeted them "Greetings Mr.President. My name is Gustaf Wirner, I'm the president of the Democratic Empire of Rodrania. Miroslav, you can go home now". "Thanks sir" and Miroslav Kuznetsov exited the room.

[United Soviet Jason Republic]

Free Fields

For days the Monarchists pushed the untrained and untested Democrats back from their previous success. However with the lack of mobility the heavy artillery that gave them an early lead dragged behind. Slowly in the cold snow the army's advanced crawled to a halt. The Democrats retreated to recuperate their meager strength. In the rolling hills and farm houses troops tried to take cover from the cold. Many froze to death from the elements. The more the campaign lasted the more the monarchists took more great losses.

The Democrats who remained loyal to the Duman met at Portville to discuss their options. Already a fleet was sent to blockade Jamestown and Caprica. The army lacked large manpower but had the ships to devastate the coast. Local representatives arrived from the countryside to help in decision making.

Battle of the South

As the Monarchy pushed the Marxists back they ran into familiar issues. Running out of artillery support they were easy pray for the hoards of Marxists troops that hid in the forests and ambushed the Monarchists divisions isolated and alone. Many after their attacks looted the dead corpses of their foe, taking clothing, supplies and weapons. The winter was brutally cold, but less harsh in the south. In the many towns around the Marxist controlled lands Soviets met to give their allegiance to the Jamestown Soviet, with men and supplies marching north to supply the Soviet Army.

Apple Key Farm
At an Apple farm in the middle of the country the three fronts met each other. The sides at first where shocked to combat in a three way engagement. However General Issac of the Marxist knew the location was strategic and thus ordered the Marxists to dig in. The first days of combat was long and drawn out with no decisive victory. Slowly all sides build defensive structures on the rolling farms of the area. The Monarchs brought in artillery, which at some points where stolen by the other sides and turned on their former owners.

[Oblaren]

Kreigsburg

Hannes Camours had been riding for several hours until he finally reached Kreigsburg. It was a small town about three miles from where he was actually going. Camours tied his horse to a post, and walked into a nearby pub. Inside he ordered a drink and sat down at a tables in the corner of the pub. A barmaid brought over his drink and, after thanking her, took a sip. Camours sighed and took out a small map. He had used it in earlier months to mark were large amounts of the governors' soldiers were when he was a representative. When. Had he despaired so easily that he had already abandoned being a representative? Camours sighed again, he was too old for so much stress (he's 53). After finishing his drink he paid and left. He had just mounted his horse when he saw Erwin Smith with a group of armed riders. "Smith! What are you doing here?" Camours asked? Smith pulled his horse beside Camours and spoke quietly "Do not use my name in public. The soldiers are after me. My farm and family has been destroyed by the governor's soldiers. These men with me are the survivors." Camours was shocked, he knew the governor hated them but he never knew he'd kill anyone. The unarmed man was a representative, Barry Palmer, if Camours remembered correctly. Smith said to Camours "We must continue for face being arrested and killed. Let's ride!"

[The Dictatorship POD]

My posts here will be with the understanding that the people of The Dictatorship have been unified and elected that Erich Laurenz be the head of their unified militaries and that the military have control of the country...

On another note, it would also be with the mutual understanding that the combined militaries of the communities, though I was unable to finish the last RP, had done the most to drive the Rhodeve invaders from the lands of the communities. I am sorry for not being able to finish the last one.

The Governor's Mansion of Lee

"You are all fools!" Erich interrupted the meeting, a meeting with his advisors. "We cannot build our country with our eyes focused on peaceful relations! After the Rhodeve decided that they would invade us, we have been seen as weak. They only managed to take what they did because our communities were weak on their own. We must build up our military to prevent a recurrence of this past weakness. We must be the conquering not the conquered."

"Are you mad?!" one of Erich's advisors, Meinhard began. "Would you bring the wrath of the world down on us by having us be the aggressor? We cannot be the enemy of the world simply because we build up our military. We must seek peace and cut down on our military if..."

The advisor was cut short by Gerald, another advisor who rose his voice. "Why not build up our military and seek peace at the same time?"

Meinhard shook his head and laughed slightly. "One cannot simultaneously cry out for peace and prepare for war, such an action would drive others to war with us. We must..."

Gerald interrupted once again. "Don't be so naive. So long as we establish the right policy we could avoid war while we raise the largest army in history. Sure we may not achieve peace immediately, but we will get their eventually."

Erich nodded in approval of the idea presented by Gerald . "Draw up the policy and bring it to me tomorrow. We will also need to raise taxes to meet the demands of a larger army. I will see you both here tomorrow."

Port Richards, Previously Lōsr

While a large portion of (city name) was still in ruins, the residents worked quickly to rebuild with the hired assistance of others from throughout the communities.

Though the rebuilding was going as well as it could, the war continued for the people here. Several Rhodeve men bound by the feet and hands were being dragged to a wagon, a bayonet pressed against the back of each of their necks; pressed just hard enough to draw blood without inflicting a serious wound. Though each was bound, had a man on each side, and a loaded rifle only a bayonet's length from each of their heads, they were also escorted by another twenty men that came along behind them.

Upon reaching the wagon each man was thrown into the wagon and when all were loaded they were escorted inland by two dozen men on horseback...

[Lindenholt]

To: The esteemed governors of the communities
From: Queen Annemarie I of Lindenholt
Subject: Loans

My nation, your faithful ally, has helped you in you struggle for independence from the Rhodeve empire.
Even though this happened several decades ago investors from my nation have seen your nation is still in ruins. 
I have talked with my government and my finance minister suggested to me that I loan you money in order to rebuild your nations. 
Due to our friendly relations the interest rate will be quite low, and you have 50 years to repay the loan,
extending it is always an option. If you agree you can choose the amount of money your government thinks it needs to rebuild your nations.

Sincerely,

Queen Annemarie I, Queen of the Lindians

[Aznazia]

-snip

The Colony of Corwen (Oblaren)
Governor's Mansion
November 5th, 1890

"This is an outrage!" Cried Governor Governor James Dennie as he threw his ink blotter across his office at the wall as he grew even more furious. "I trusted these people, I fought for these people, I actually stood up against the God Damned High Council so that they could meet. And this is how they react when we want to investigate them? They attack and murder colonial soldiers!"

In the corner of the room his secretary hid herself as the governor lashed out. 'Why did I have to be the one to bring him the telegram?' she asked herself.

Finally Governor Dennie calmed himself and looked at his secretary. "Go get me Lieutenant General Morris and have him come to my office!" He said in another fit of anger. As his secretary ran out of the room he sat down and began to pound out a letter on his typewriter that would be sent back to Aznazia.

To: The High Council
From: Governor Dennie

I bring you terrible news. The members of the Corwen people's council have resisted arrest and have killed memebers of the Aznazian Colonial military police. I am asking for you to send an additional 10,000 troops to assist my forces in the event that this event grows in scale. I fear that you may have been correct when you stated that communists have become embedded into this group and I will spare no effort in capturing them.

As he finished Lieutenant General Morris walked into the office and stood at attention.

"Morris close the door and sit down I have new orders for you." Said the governor over the sound of his typewriter. However as Morris closed the door he did not notice the young secretary move closer to the door to listen. As the two men inside spoke she wrote a coded text down onto a piece of paper. That paper would be bound for the rest of the now growing Corwen resistance.

The Colony of Corwen (Oblaren)
Seiena
November 5th, 1890

8 of the representatives who were present at the meeting hall had been taken away but now the colonial troops returned to Seiena in full force. 1,000 troops occupied the town as the representatives were loaded into the wagons. When most were rounded up to be brought back to Fort Klamat, the troops pushed further from the city center and towards the neighboring farms and plantations. Here they meet resistance at Gregory Smith's farm where two representatives had fled. People from inside opened fire and had killed troops. At least four people had fired while the rebels fled out the back. When the Aznazian troops burst through the front door they found only Annie Smith alive with three others dead. They quickly took Annie out of the house and burned the farm to the ground. However as the troops left they found that the towns people were becoming increasingly hostile. Some now came into the streets with their hunting guns. A tense stand off began until another 300 Aznazians arrived. Then Colonel Gilbert gave the command to confiscate all firearms and search all houses in the town for any communist propaganda or representatives. As the Aznazians marched down the main road of Seiena an eery silence grew over the town. Townspeople raised their firearms and stood their ground commanding the soldiers to halt and return to Fort Klamat.

[United Soviet Jason Republic]

Blockade of Jamestown
Jamestown
November 10th

The ships and their smoke where sighted off the horizon of the coastal city. Trapped in heavy snow all travel pretty much stopped to and from the city. The Party Soviet met daily on the matter. Merchant ships where turned around from the port city for days, slowly strangling the city. Supplies where scarce, and the Soviets around the country knew it. Anyone who could was ordered to try to gather food stuff. This idea was hard to carry out thought due to the heavy snow killing what crops remained. Factories where ordered to work, with bonds given out to the workers as their "share" of production. War Communism was underway. Heavy guns from Apple Key was the only good news from the battlefront.

[Oblaren]

Seiena

The soldiers stared at the townspeople in disbelief. There they were 1,300 men strong and many 500 men stood in their way. Colonel Gilbert called out "Drop your weapons and leave these streets! You are outnumbered!" A Corwen man called back "Come and get our guns!" A bullet flew from a rifle-it doesn't matter who shot- a few seconds later the street was being lit up with run fire. Bullets torn through men, their bodies littering the street. The Corwenians, though outnumbered appeared to be doing well at first, but their poor tactics would be their down fall.The Corwenian men charged at the soldiers, a foolish mistake. The soldiers gunned down the first and second line of men, causing the men to run back. This time the soldiers charged the Corwenians, bayonets fixed to muzzles. A mighty cry came from the soldiers as they chased the remaining Corwenians. This later would be know as the Hilton Street Slaughter for the Corwenians lost so many men. Total Aznazian loses were only: 96 total Corwenian loses were: 267 more than half. The soldiers cheered as the Corwenians fled, leaving even their dead and wounded in their panicked flee. "If this is all Corwen has, they'll be crushed soon!" a soldier said atop a barrel. The others cheered in agreement.

Dovel

Smith, Camours and Palmer along with the two townsmen reached Dovel and quickly found an inn to hide at. The other two men were, Kyle Boils and Edward Johnson. As the men sat down Boils groaned. "What is it?" Camours asked. Boils raised his arm to show a bullet hole going through his side. Boils stood up and said "Look we can't go to doctor or the soldiers might catch us, let me lead the soliders away from Dovel to Lothren." Smith cried out "That's insane man! You have to stay with us." Boils shook his head "I'm going older anyway. My time will come eventually anyway. If now is the time I want to do something to save the rebellion." Smith blinked "Rebellion how can we stand up to Aznazia one of the greatest powers on earth." "Aye but not the greatest power in the heavens, they're only men like us." Boils said "raise an army and fight back, man. Are you going to let them kill Annie? Camours' family, my family? Their after us now, there are probably men dying for us right now, just like how we got Palmer out of Seienia. Let's not let everyone down." Smith was stunned into silence. How could they fight their motherland? Boils stood up and said "I'll take a slower horse, you'll need the fast ones. Oh and Palmer here." Boils handed Palmer his rifle. There was no talking Boils out of it Camours sighed and said "Godspeed Boils." Boils nodded and left the room. The four men left were stunned, they got let their neighbor face their attackers alone. Johnson was the son of a man who fought for Aznazia to get Corwen from Rhodevus. How could the Johnson's turn on their ancestors? Surprising it was Johnson who spoke first "Let's get Aznazia out of here. We're breaking away." The other men's eyes went wide. Camours said "We can't do that. We'd lose every battle. Corwen cannot split away." Johnson smiled "No but Oblaren can." The three men questioned Johnson "What the hell is Oblaren?" Johnson said "Obla is word that means new in the native tongue, the natives that once lived here. Ren is their word for beginning. Oblaren: new beginning. As a kid I was always fascinated by those natives and now their language has proven useful to me." Palmer asked "So how will this Oblaren, win. Why is it different from Corwen?" Johnson said " Corwen was our parents, the ones before us. The Aznazians,the Rhodeve, everyone else. Oblaren is us. We are the new begining, all of us here in Corwen. We are united as a new people. Before we were Aznazian or what have you, not Corwenian. If we get more men to join us we can fight back and win as a united people, Oblarenites." Camours sighed "Well gentlemen I guess it's decided. From now on Oblaren shall declare independent from Aznaiza!" Camours began scribing on a sheet of paper, the Letter Of Breakaway, it would later be called. Oblaren was on the road to freedom...

[Rhodevus]

OOC: Yay! Catch up!

IC:

King John Harrison
Kingstown, Rhodevus

King Harrison paced around his office, alone. He had letters littered all over his desk, messages about the world. What was happening in 1890, what happened while Rhodevus was isolationist, as well as what the Rhodeve scientists believed will happen in the future. The Corwenians were rebelling against Aznaiza. At least nothing has changed much since Rhodevus ruled that colony the King thought to himself. The Jason Republic is in a civil war between all its different factions.

"Jackson! Get in here." John Harrison called to his minister of foreign affairs as well as his best friend. "Yes sir?" Jackson replied while opening the door slowly. "Jackson. We need to get back in there."
In where?" Jackson questioned.
"Into the world! We are rich, yet weak. We need to get some actual allies. Not the ones that we had when we were a republic. We need ones that would have our back if we were attacked. Ones that would not sell us out to the highest bidder."
"Agreed sir. What should we do?" Jackson asked.
"I was thinking we join the wars in Corwen and the Jason Republic."
"But we have no army! If we make one too large the Aznazians will be all over us, but if it is too small, we would lose the war."
"That is our problem. And I want you to think of a solution to this. I want you to work with the minister of 'defense' and minister of internal affairs. Please put the solution on my desk by next monday. I want to begin training troops by the end of the month"...

Port Richards, Previously Losr

The six men on board the wagon were bound by their hands and feet. Three were asleep after being in that wagon for a few days. Glenn Taylor yelled, "What the hell do you think you'll all doin'! Long live the Rhodeve Empire!"

These men had been locked in colonial prison camps for more that 40 years. They had no idea what was happening on the outside world. Many Rhodeve prisoners lost hope in the Rhodeve Empire, feeling that it had collapsed many years ago. Glenn Taylor was one of the few who still believed that it was bountiful and growing. Long live the Great Rhodeve Empire.

OOC: If you are doing anything with the prisoners, can you keep Glenn Taylor alive?

[The Dictatorship POD]

Camp Stauffen

As the wagon was arriving, Glenn Taylor shouted only to be met with a gun stock impacting the side of his head with enough force to knock him out and cause a large gash on his cheek.

Once the wagon finally stopped, those sleeping were awoken and all were led into a small structure. Upon entering the structure, one of each man's two escorts pulled their blindfolds down to now act as a gag while allowing them to see.

"For several decades now, you have been behind bars," a man in an officer's uniform began as he entered before the prisoners. "For years you have seen our mercy after the fall of your empire. Now this place will be your life. Your punishment will be as dire as you make it. You will begin by cleaning and the like, under armed watch. Should you behave, you may earn your way to freedom. However, shall you not work, you will be sent to endure punishment for it.

Should you choose it to be," the officer finished, "your time here could be quite enjoyable."

After the officer finished, the prisoners were taken out to see the camp for the first time...

Camp Stauffen was completely surrounded by a brick wall at least ten stories in height and it was separated into six different sections (separated by five foot high brick walls topped with what appeared to be a thin wire fence).

To: Queen Florence I of Lindenholt
From: Erich Laurenz

Ma'am,

I would firstly like to thank you for your offered support. However, we must decline such offers as to remain entirely debt free. In reality, our nation has been mostly rebuilt but the sections that have yet to be rebuilt are so due to lack of residents and those who own such locations are, for now, looking to sell rather than rebuild.

I will leave this entirely up to the private sector.

In thanks,
Erich Laurenz.

[Rhodevus]

Camp Stauffen

The Rhodeve prisoners were let out of their chains and escorted inside the prison camp. Glenn Taylor shoved past the former colonist guards and made his way into the center of his section of the camp. A guard threw a shovel at him. "Get digging!" The man yelled.
Glenn bowed. "Whatever my wonderful masters say." He said with an incredible amount of sarcasm. He began shovelling, thinking of what he was going to do next. Technically, he did have a weapon to use, but, he needed a sword. Or even better, a gun. And someone to hold hostage.

"Wait Glenny boy." He said delicately to himself. "Not yet. Build up your strength. Rest. Gain their trust, then strike..."

King John Harrison
Kingstown, Rhodevus

Jackson ran into King John Harrison's office. "I did it! I mean... We did it." He placed down a pile of papers on Harrison's desk, who was looking quite intrigued and pleased that their assignment had been completed so quickly. "So. What is it?"

"Your Majesty, we need an army that is neither too large to get in the way of the Aznazians, as well as not too small, to become quite useless in a fight. This puts us in an incredibly tough situation, but also a promising one. What we need is well trained units. An army nowadays is roughly 10,000 to 15,000 soldiers. The plan we came up with, will limit our armies to around 5,000 men. Well under the Aznazian limit of 10,000 men.
"We train them and equip them with the most advanced weapons and tactics available, as well as teach them ancient tactics from those Rhodevans. This will allow us to be versatile, quick and progressive. With each new development in warfare, we can upgrade our troops easily with minimal costs. Much less that the Aznazians or other powers will need to equip their giant armies."

King Harrison nodded. Then smiled. "I... I like it. It is very simplistic."
"Sometimes the simplest ideas are the ones that are most easily overlooked."
"Very nice. I would like you to visit the general. Tell him about the changes. I want our new method to begin tomorrow, and our first troops to be finished basic training by the end of February. That is three months away. Let's see..."

The king looks through his notes and other papers. "We have a surplus of 78 million including our expenses to Aznazia. You have 10 million to purchase the necessary weapons and training. In February, Rhodevus goes to war."

'Against who?"
"The Jason Republic. We will be joining the Marxists. We will also secretly join the Corwenians in their fight against the Aznazians. It is time for Corwen to become a free nation."

[United Soviet Jason Republic]

Jamestown
November 20th


Jamestown was being strangled, slowly but surely. From the sea the Democrats where blockading the ports of the city. Food was becoming scarce and more men went off to fight. In the south the Monarchy advance was stopped by guerrilla Marxists who where bent on stopping them in any way possible. Against the Democrats the Marxists where advancing for once on land, pushing the Democrats back from their early advances.

[Aznazia]

Endeavor City, Capital of the Empire of Aznazia
November 7th, 1890
High Council Cambers

"How the Frack did Governor Dennie screw up this bad!?" Yelled Council man Whitmore after the telegram from Corwne was read aloud by Council man Franklin who was leading this meeting.

Council man Stewart stood up and pounded his fist on the table. "Who does he think he is? He is done, and I mean done. He has been talking with these communists for months now and has only given them the room they needed to grow. Now we have a God damned rebellion in Corwen!"

"Well then let's mobilize the rest of the army." Stated the cool headed Council man Herrington.

"We can't!" replied Council man James. "The Caldonians are proving more 'resilient' to our army then we anticipated. We already have 700,000 men in Caldonia, 50,000 in Havnarfjordur protecting our newly purchased city in that nation and another 50,000 moving to secure Merotil Island before the Rodranians can take it."

Council man Whitmore looked at Council man James with a death stare. "How many troops do we have in Corwen?"

Council man James thought for a moment and then replied. "We have a total of 25,000 in the capital of Ft. Klamat and another 5,000 distributed across the islands. We have another 5,000 that we can move from Crawford to the colony if needed."

"Then let's move them to Corwen and lock down that colony. Our reports indicate that the rebellion only has effected about 10,000 people and is only concentrated in the towns of Seiena and Dovel. If we can contain the rebels then maybe we can crush this before it spreads. Call up the reservists in Ft. Klamat city and have them put down this rebellion. I feel that the rebels will think twice when they have to fire on their fellow Corwenians. Let us put this to vote." Said council man Franklin in a cool tone.

Once all seven ballots were collected Franklin counted the results.

"The vote has passed to activate the reservists in Corwen, move 5,000 troops to Corwen, and lock down the colony. I am also having the military take control of all telegraph offices connected to Corwen. We must not let the news of this rebellion spread or the rebellion may spread."

To: Lieutenant General Morris
From: The Aznazian High Council

After you finish reading this telegram, you are in command of Corwen Colony. Your first order as commander is to remove Governor Dennie from power and lock down the colony. Surround the cities of Seiena and Dovel with 5,000 troops each, send out the rest of the troops to occupy other towns and await the arrival of 5,000 troops from Crawford.

The Colony of Corwen (Oblaren)
Ft. Klamat
Governors Mansion
November 7th, 1890

"You can't do this Morris! I can talk to them, they trust me." said Governor Dennie as he was shackled by two Aznazian colonial soldiers.

Lieutenant General Morris looked to the former Governor, " I have my orders and you have had enough time to converse with these rebels. Now they will feel the heavy iron boot of Aznazia once and for all. Take him away."

As the Governor was marched away Lieutenant General Morris looked to Brigadier Jerico . "I want you to ready the troops. We will leave tonight. When the rebels awake we will have surrounded them and they will receive no supplies until they surrender to us."

The Colony of Corwen (Oblaren)
Seiena
November 8th, 1890
0300 hrs

By this time well over 5,000 troops have entrenched themselves around Seiena and awaited the remaining troops to join them. Another 5,000 moved out to look for other rebel leaders and had orders to execute on site. Pvt. Pudikov (ancestor to former Chancellor Pudikov) helped dig trenches around the town with another 5,000 troops as they prepared to siege the town and starve out the enemy.

The Colony of Corwen (Oblaren)
Dovel
November 8th, 1890
0500 hrs

As Smith, Camours and Palmer slept in the Inn they had stopped at, The High Council activated members of the secretive Hand of the Council. The Hand of the Council was a secret spy group created in the 1860's to hunt down political dissidents after the Civil Rights Revolt in 1865. Members were required to be located anywhere in the nation and were only activated in uprisings and rebellions. One of these members was Fredrick Hopkin; a shoe maker in Dovel, Corwen. As he prepared his gear he looked out into the street. 'I hope that this rebellion can be ended quickly, it has the potential to make the streets red with blood and full of dead people who I have come to appreciate.' He put on his hooded cloak, loaded his snub nose revolver, and placed his assassination knives into their sheaths. As he walked out into the street and locked his door. He grabbed his horse and rod to gather other members from the surrounding area to work out a strategy to capture the representatives who had fled.

[SuperFruitland]

As Hallen rode through the streets in his quite-well decorated carriage, he saw the large buildings, and the dark, smoggy air, the signs of a nation that had a lot of power. The signs of an industrialized nation, much unlike back home, as in Banana Town, with its sprawling 2-3 story wooden apartment buildings. With the help of Rodrania, Hallen thought, our nation can have these large buildings, and the factories, preferably not pumping smog into the air, but still. That was the sign of an industrialized nation. As the carriage rode up to the magnificent Government Palace building, Hallen got out. He then went inside and greeted the President of Rodrania. "Hello Gustaf, I'm Hallen Guava of the Farmer's Republic of SuperFruitLand. Good to meet you here inside your magnificent city."

(OOC: Is it okay with the rest of y'all if I start to invent greener factories? TG me the answer.)