Cry for Freedom (Esquarium/Elysium only, TG for entry)

[Demphor]

OOC: You should probably read this spoiler.

The Province of Konflania, otherwise known by the natives as Kønflån Provinz, is a German-speaking, notably conservative part of the Demphorian Republic. In the early 1300s, the Lord of the Konflan Province signed on to the Carta Unificationis, which united the early provinces into a Kingdom led by the King of the Ormans, Théodren Dormor. Alas, the people of the west, the Demphorians, spoke the languages of Gaelic, later evolving to adopt English and Norse customs. Despite this, the Konflan’s way of life maintained itself peacefully throughout the ages, and suffered as equally as the rest of the Demphorian people. In 1905, the Colonial Powers took control of the nation of the Nørden, and the people all came together to support independence. In 1930, when the nation became independent, the Konflan’s suddenly desired their independence from the rest of the island. Valdimárr Stigr, the Governor of the Konfan Province from 1928-1936, was the first the state that the Konflan people were by all means different from the rest of the country and as a result desired independence. The rest of the nation, however, would have none of it. In 1932, when King James I was crowned, the independence attempts died out.

But this was not the total end of nationalism among the people. In 1973, the Konflan Liberation Army was founded, and in 1975 it claimed responsibility for the deaths of 3 police officers, and attacked continued almost daily until 1979. By 1979, King Benjamin I, successor of James, deployed troops to the region and replaced the governor with a Demphorian.

Michael Vaus is often remembered as the Governor of the Province of Konflania because of his hatred for the Konflans. With a now pro-Demphorian Legislative Council, he passed laws that officially segregated the German-speaking Konflans with the English-speaking Demphorians. Demphorians were given no curfews, which Konflans had to be in their houses by 8:00 at night. It was a purely unjust system that wasn’t noticed from 1986-1989. By this time, the Konflans grew restless and riots broke out. Immediately, the now dying King removed Vaus from power.

In 1992, the Confederation of Demphor succeeded the old Kingdom, and in 1993, the Konflans held a referendum to gain independence from the Demphorains. An overwhelming majority of 67% for passed, and was sent to the House of Commons of the Confederation. Alas, they simply ignored it.

In 2014, with a Civil War against the fascists now gone, the Demphorian Republic is majorly a left-leaning nation. The frusterated Konflans get no representation in the National Assembly, and the time to finally act is now.

Die Stadt von Konflania
The City of Konflania
Wednesday, April 16th, 2014

The morning quiet descended upon the old ancient city of Konflania. People woke themselves up for another day of work. The industrial center of the city, Hamerstein, woke itself up to the factory whistles and the bustle of people entering the factory.

The owner of Rodger & Sams Steelworks, a Demphorian, walked along the boardwalks overlooking his factory, pleasantly to be noted. His company was bustling with production and was part of the grand plan to rebuild Demphor! Who couldn’t be happy about this?

It was around 9:30 in the morning when he found out who wouldn’t be happy about this. He heard chanting come from the end of the factory.

“Freiheit von der Linken! Unser Land! Unser Regierung!”
”Freedom from the Left! Our nation! Our Government!”

Not understanding what he had said, he called out to him. “I’m sorry, what?”

But he was ignored, and the chanting grew louder, “Freiheit von der Linken! Unser Land! Unser Regierung! Freiheit von der Linken! Unser Land! Unser Regierung! Freiheit von der Linken! Unser Land! Unser Regierung!” Soon, the whole factory was chanting, and the boardwalks shook. Soon, the factory workers walked out of the building and into the streets.

As the police arrived to the scene, they attempted to control the crowd, but the small number of them could not overcome the thousand-odd workers pouring out of the building.

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ONLINE, ON TIME

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INDEPENDENCE MOVEMENTS STRIKE AGAIN IN KONFLANIA

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Factory workers going on strike today as they call for independence.

Andrew Dawkins - Demphorian Broadcasting Co.

Only a year and the nation may again fall apart.

About 12,000 workers went on strike in the industrial district of Konflania today, calling for, “Our nation! Our Government!”

Konflania is a German-speaking, notably conservative part of the Demphorian Republic. Some claiming it to be "ethnically different from the country," independence movements are credited as far back so to Valdimárr Stigr, the Governor of the Konfan Province from 1928-1936, who was the first the state that the Konflan people were by all means different from the rest of the country and as a result desired independence. In 1932, when King James I was crowned, the original independence attempts died out.

Following the Demphorian Civil War and the results of the National Elections resulting in a Socialist win, the Province's political frustrations, followed by the anti-Demphorian sentiment, has sparked debate among the Provincial Council and the City Council.

The Konflan Liberation Army, notable for the 1975 murders, has not released a statement as of yet.

[Ghant]

“Matters of Self-Determination”

Imperial Palace
Ghish, Ghant

The Emperor of Ghant was reading. As he always was. Searching for hidden truths, unknown wisdom. Every page contained more information. The more the merrier, he thought.

He sat at his desk, in a rather small, but comfortable, dimly lit room. Full of bookshelves, with books on the tables and on the desk. Many were turned over, open and face down, where the Emperor sat them down without a bookmark, merely forgetting about them.

He was reading a book entitled Samuel and Nicholas, the Brothers Regent. It was an old book, from the 18th century, about the two sons of King Nicholas I, the Knight King of Ghant, who was so busy being a Knight, that he never bothered being King. So his two sons ruled in his place. Samuel died before his father, never becoming King, while Nicholas married Queen Victoria of Geadland and became King Consort of that country.

The hour was late, and the book was rather boring. Nathan didn’t mind reading boring books, but he could not read them in the late hours of the night.

So, as his eyes began to close and his head began to dip down to the top of the desk, he bookmarked the page he was on in that old book, and went thumbing through the other ones on his desk.

A thin, dusty old book was on the corner, bound in boiled leather. Nathan didn’t notice it before. It beckoned him. He took hold of it, and examined the cover. He couldn’t find a name, so he opened it to the first page.

It was entitled Konflania. Nathan scratched the top of his head. Where the fuck is that? He thought. He was interested, and he read on.

He thumbed through it, and gathered some knowledge about the history of Konflania, and how it was a reluctant province of Demphor.

In the early 14th century, the Lord of Konflania signed on to the Carta Unificationis, which united the early provinces into a Kingdom led by the King of the Ormans, Théodren Dormor.

Nathan was interested in what he read, by far, but the book was old, and didn’t go further then that. He wanted to learn more about the contemporary situation regarding Konflania. He began shifting through his books, and found another about Demphor.

This one called Origins of the Confederation of Demphor. He found the portion of the Table of Contents referencing Konflania, and went to it.

In 1992, the Confederation of Demphor succeeded the old Kingdom, and in 1993, the Konflans held a referendum to gain independence from the Demphorains. An overwhelming majority of 67% for passed, and was sent to the House of Commons of the Confederation. Alas, they simply ignored it.

Nathan nibbled on his bottom lip, and suddenly it hit him, like a bag of bricks. Konflania should be its own country.

He got excited, and began to shake. What to do, what to do, he thought.

Perhaps almost opportunistically, Sophia appeared at the door, in her bed gown. It was loose, as was her hair. She was tired, he could see that.

She looked at him in that way that she does when she felt vexed. “What are you doing?” She asked.

“As soon as you fell asleep, I decided to go read some stuff.”

She walked into the room, and drew herself closer to him. “You were supposed to stay there, with me. You always have such a habit of…sneaking off.” She grabbed him by the hand, and tried to lead him away.

He wanted to go, and forget about this, and the world. Despite his senses, he hesitated, and pulled her back to him. He nodded his head at the books on the desk. “There is something I want to tell you about.”

“Can you tell me tomorrow?”

“I think you should know about it now.”

Sophia sighed, and rolled her eyes. “Alright. What is it?”

“You know that business in Demphor in the news, regarding Konflania?”

“Yes, what about it?”

“Legally, it is not bound to remain a part of Demphor. In fact, any hostile action taken against it by Demphor is an imperialist action.”

“How do you figure?”

“I read about it in that book. Back in the 14th century, the Lord of Konflania signed the Carta Unificationis, thereby recognizing Théodren Dormor, King of the Ormans, as their liege.”

“Yes…of course. I think most people know that.”

“Well, in 1992, the Kingdom ceased to exist, as it was replaced by the Confederation. At that very moment in time, Konflania was no longer bound to Demphor. Konflania was bound to Demphor by the Carta Unificationis, and honor-bound to pay homage to the King. With the King gone, there was no longer any honor-binding contract in effect.”

“People don’t look at things like that elsewhere. The rest of the world doesn’t think like Ghant.”

“Of course not. But, did you know that in 1993, the Konflans held a referendum to gain independence? 67% in favor, but the House of Commons of the Confederation ignored it. So, not only were they no longer bound to Demphor, but there was an ignored referendum too.”

“…You realize you could have gotten all that information off of the internet, as opposed to sifting through a bunch of old moth ridden books?”

“Yes, but the internet is so…common. Picking up an old book and reading words written long ago is so much more…interesting.”

“More interesting then staying in bed with your pregnant wife, apparently.”

Nathan was a foolish man. He had everything he wanted in life. He had one of, if not the most beautiful woman in Ghant, maybe Esquarium, as his wife…his Empress. He had a throne, resources, connections, wealth beyond imagining. And yet, he yearned. He yearned for knowledge, for wisdom, but mostly to make his mark on the world.

And then he noticed his wife once more. The deep blue eyes searching his own, digging into the deeper recesses of his soul. He had to say something. “I’m sorry. You once told me that it is our responsibility to do good in the world, and pursue the cause of justice. That is the way. This is the way.”

“Let me guess, you want to support the cause of a sovereign Konflania?”

“Of course. Their cause is just, and true. The only thing binding them to Demphor now is Demphorian imperialism. They should honor the will of Konflania.”

“You realize that they won’t, right? They have the power, the influence, and the status quo on their side.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Your father is keen to lecture me on the wisdom of honor bound contracts. He even told me himself, that if Ghant becomes a republic, that Dakmoor will go its own way, as they are only bound by the Obsidian Throne. The throne is the leash. Remove the leash, and the dog runs free.”

“…What are you planning on doing this time?”

“Talking to some people.”

“Are you going to talk to Yula?”

“No. Yula will side with Demphor, me thinks, unless the circumstances suit her to do otherwise. I won’t talk to anyone in Demphor either, because, as you said, they will most likely deal with them in such a way as to reinforce the status quo. Instead, I am going to talk to someone in Konflania, and learn more about their…situation.”

Sophia gave Nathan’s hand a squeeze, and pulled away from him. “Do you realize what kind of consequences that might have? Ghant and Demphor are on good terms, and you are going to risk that on some cryptic writings from the middle ages?”

“It might not be popular, but it is right. And you know that just as much as I do.”

“Half the time, I don’t know what is going through your mind.”

The Emperor of Ghant was a conflicted man of late. He was a Monarch, a relic of the past. Many nations found the idea archaic, and threatening. He sensed that, despite the sense of good feelings towards Ghant in the foreign policy arena, that there was still an element of mistrust. He thought about how there were once several Kingdoms in Northwest Esquarium, where they now began to dwindle in number. One by one, they have fallen. Arkiasis, New Silbodale, Vyvland, Britanno, Braetia, Holus, Demphor. Where once there were Kings, there is now nothing. Generic, cookie cutter nations, under different guises. Liberal Democracy, Republic, Commonwealth, what have you. Left and right, politics. Its really about right and wrong, and that is what we are about. Do they distrust Ghant for that reason? It is because they are without honor, just nations ran by scumbag politicians spawned from the blood of peasants. I am honor, and they shun it, like the darkness shuns the light. Konflania cries out for justice, for someone to defend its honor. Who better to do that then a Monarch, such as me? I shall rise for the honor of Konflania, just as Samuel the Great rose for the honor of Lusatia, back in the 17th century. I care not what they all think about me. The wolf does not concern himself with the opinions of sheep.

“Forgive me, my lady wife. It is such a foolish thing for me, to forget myself so. How can I do anything else with you looking like that? Your beauty and wisdom enchants me every time. Sometimes, I must needs avail myself to these books, because without them, I fear I would drown in you.”

Sophia blushed, and took his hand once more, to lead him away. “Come drown in me then.”

And as they left that little room, filled with books, the Emperor thought to himself. I always have a plan. Best nobody knows but me. Just the way I like it.

[Demphor]

Daniel Fiedler
Governor of the Konflan Province
9:00 P.M.

The previous night had grown very late for the Governor, as he was up until 3:00 in the morning drafting a resolution to address public works in the province. It was natural for him to get some good nights rest. Exhausted, he fell asleep still wearing a dress shirt, tie and pants.

Fiedler was woken at 4:00 in the morning to the sound of people yelling, "Freiheit für Konflans! (Freedom for Konflans!)" and the sound of a demonstration going on outside with a speaker, calling to the crowd in German.

"We swore allegiance to the King! Charles, our King from Ormania!" he yelled in his German language. "Alas he has abandoned us! Thrown us under the bus and given us a country ruled by the Demphorian people, not an equal balance of Konflans!"

The crowd cheered and agreed.

"The Carta has served its purpose, and we must support the right for our own country! Freiheit Konflania! he yelled.
"Freiheit Konflania!"

The Governor had stumbled out into the lobby of his house where one of his advisors told him not to go out. However, he insisted, and walked outside, standing on the steps of his residence.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" he called, in English, "Why do you yell?" he asked.

"We want freedom!" called out someone from the crowd.
"Nobody represents us fairly!" said another.
"The Demphorian Army does not leave us be!" cried out someone else, referencing the Naval Docks which were strategically put in the city 45 years ago.

"And you, Mr. Governor, do not respect our cry! Crying for the beloved country that has been denied to us for hundreds of years! It is time you joined your people, and not Keeleigh!"

The Governor held up his hands as if he was trying to calm the crowd. The Police had not arrived, and he stood there in the cold thinking about what was about to happen. This was a moment of trial for him, and he bit his lip. After pausing, staring at the crowd, he walked into the crowd, calling for silence. Once he was head, he made his speech.

"My friends! You shall be enslaved no longer! Within the week, we shall hold referendums and hopefully declare our independence! We will make sure that we will maintain our national integrity!" finally, he called out in German, "Freiheit für Konflans! Freiheit für Konflans!"

And the crowd cheered.

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Konflania
2:30 AM

The City of Konflania was built around the 10th Century, or so it was known to be. They say it is the oldest inhabited city in the nation, and for that, it's a matter of pride to protect it.

A man stands on the roof of an apartment looking of the Konflania Bay, looking at the ships at rest there. Dreadnoughts, carriers, 30,000 sailors and marines. After taking notes on the movement of the ships sitting silently at bay, he comes down off the roof and walks over to the other side of the street where a warehouse resides. As he walks in, he punches in a card and goes to the back of the warehouse, where he opens a trapdoor and steps down a ladder. Underneath, he passes an operation. Guns, flags, uniforms, bullets, all stolen in the last 30 years one way or another, being stored in this secret hideaway. As he walks to the Commander of the K.L.A., Jean Geoff, he hands the reports from the Harbor.

On the other side of the Bay, at the Konflania Naval Base, a sailor, on duty, stands on his watchtower and looks over the bay. Lighting a cigarette, he quietly mutters to himself, "Nothing fun ever goes on in this town."

[Ghant]

“Inquiries”
Imperial Palace
Ghish, Ghant

The Emperor woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. Bastards, he thought.

He looked to the side. Sophia was not there. He needed to find her…but not right away.

He took a quick shower, shaved the stubble on his face, and brushed his teeth. As usual, he threw on a t-shirt and some slacks. I hate socks.

When it came to finding his wife, he knew exactly where to look. He found her in her study. It was quite different from his.

Sophia’s study was well lit, clean and organized. Everything was sparkly, nice and tidy. She sat at her desk, wearing a light purple dress, with her hair in a long ponytail. She was reading something.

“Goodmorning.” He said as he walked over to her. He leaned over and kissed her on the neck, underneath the ear.

She was into whatever she was reading, he could tell that much. It didn’t take him long to figure out what it was.

“Trying to figure out that Konflania mess?”

Sophia looked at him, with those beaming blue eyes of hers. “I already did.”

“Good…”

“There was…some historical misunderstanding.”

“Oh.”

“You were right, but also somewhat mistaken on the Carta Unificationis's legitimacy. While the Confederation did replace the Kingdom, it essentially was a Confederal Constitutional Monarchy. The King had some political say after 1992, but not exactly the power and rigor of the old days, as the nation moved into more of a democratic system of government. When the Confederation was overthrown in a coup, and then when the Army instated a counter-coup in 2012, the King at the time, George, was very much set on restoring the old Monarchy with absolute control over the country. However, when he died unexpectedly in a car accident and with no heir, Royal Customs suited the House of Welshire take control of the nation, which it did. King Charles, his successor, had a completely different idea, and going against the junta, called upon the creation of the Chamber of Deputies to pass a Republican Constitution. The junta, alarmed, arrested the King and disposed of the Chamber of Deputies, but it made the junta illegitimate to many and the Demphorian Civil War was a result.”

“Ok. What else?”

“The Carta Unificationis is still recognized as Demphorian Law, and is often seen as the founding document of the country, but yes, with the establishment of the Demphorian Republic, and with no Monarchy, the Carta is null and void, and the Konflans can argue not to recognize the Demphorian Republic as legitimate because it swore to declare oath to the monarchy, and declare independence.”

God, my wife is so smart. He kissed her. “You are truly something, Sophia of Dakmoor.”

She giggled. “I am glad you think so.”

“Say, you wouldn’t happen to know who the…Governor of the Konflan Province is, would you?”

“His name is Daniel Fiedler.”

“Thank you, wife.” And with that, he took off, out of the room and down the hall. He need to get in touch with this Daniel Fiedler.

He got to his study. A dark, cluttered mess. He sat down at his own messy desk and started writing.

To: Daniel Fiedler, Governor of the Konflan Province
From: Nathan IV, Emperor of Ghant

Dear Governor,

Word has reached me in Ghant of a most troubling situation in Konflania, in regards to unrest. Unrest concerning the desire by some to seek independence. Based upon certain historical arrangements, one could even say that Konflania being a sovereign nation is right and true.

Might I digress, this message is merely an inquiry into the situation. If there is anything I can to do to help bring peace, prosperity and justice, it would be honor to see what I can do.

I trust that this correspondence is in the strictest confidence.

Sincerely,

Nathan

And off the message went. Nathan stroked his freshly shaved chin, while a grin stretched wide from ear to ear.

[Demphor]

Daniel Fiedler
Governor of the Konflan Province

"Yes, I think that polling stations need to be set up along with some more police stations in order to ensure security." Fiedler was worried, the Federal government in Ormania had said nothing about it, but it was certain for him that this referendum wasn't going to be easy. Already after his appearance and speech in the Governor's residence, counter-protests were going on in the west of the province, which meant he had to act quickly.

What worried him the most was the lack of foreign attention that was given to him. Without recognition his cause was worthless.

"Governor," said an aide, "a letter?"

The Governor opened the letter and read it, shocked to read it was from the Emperor of Ghant! "Unrest concerning the desire by some to seek independence. Based upon certain historical arrangements, one could even say that Konflania being a sovereign nation is right and true."

This couldn't have been better to heard from the Emperor of a powerful nation. He immediately wrote down a note. "Send this to the Emperor," he said.

To: Nathan IV, Emperor of Ghant
From: Daniel Fiedler, Leader of the Konflanian People

Your Majesty,

The Koflanian People show their deepest gratitude to the Emperor for his consideration to our cause. We believe that in our triumph of independence, the most needed request is military assistance. It is impossible to maintain our own country without so.

We do sincerely hope that a continuation of communication can be preserved and established at the utmost discretion.

Regards,

Daniel Fiedler

[Ghant]

”Military Assistance”
Imperial Palace
Ghish, Ghant

The Emperor of Ghant sat at his desk, pouring over scrolls and tomes from history. He scoured his library for information about Konflania or Demphor. He could have used the internet, but that would have ruined all the fun, as he would often say.

He scratched the stubble of hair at the base of his chin. He needed to shave. His wife hated facial hair on him.

Then a message came, slid under the door. The Emperor, with a keen sense of hearing, heard it slide. He scrambled over the books on the floor and picked it up. He tore at the envelope and ripped the message out.

To: Nathan IV, Emperor of Ghant
From: Daniel Fiedler, Leader of the Konflanian People

Your Majesty,

The Koflanian People show their deepest gratitude to the Emperor for his consideration to our cause. We believe that in our triumph of independence, the most needed request is military assistance. It is impossible to maintain our own country without so.

We do sincerely hope that a continuation of communication can be preserved and established at the utmost discretion.

Regards,

Daniel Fiedler

Military assistance, of course. That was a slippery slope. The Emperor did not have access to the Imperial Legion, not sense 1940. He had no forces that he could command to do his bidding outright, under an official guise.

Not only that, but the Prime Minister was a fan of Demphor, and their government. There was no way that he could get her to participate in such an endeavor. Tricky, tricky.

And then it struck him. I cannot command men under an official guise. But I command them under an unofficial guise.

Ghant was home to several armed Lords, knightly orders, fighters guilds, and mercenary companies. All he needed to do was advertise the situation to them, i.e. the Konflanian cause, and they might flock.

But first, he needed to respond and see what this Daniel Fiedler thought about that.
So, he got to work on his response letter.

To: Daniel Fiedler, Leader of the Konflanian People
From: Nathan IV, Emperor of Ghant

Dear Leader,

Naturally, military assistance would be beneficial to your cause. It is also interesting that you mention the need for discretion.

I have no military forces directly under my command. The official Ghantish armed forces are beholden to the Prime Minister, who happens to be a fervent supporter of the Demphoran Government.

With that in mind, I might be able to pull some strings and organize some volunteers to come and fight for you cause. This would all be unofficial and unbeknownst to most, mind you. All you need to do is tell me how many men you need. Once I have a rough estimate from you in terms of fighting men required to achieve your desired outcome, I can begin to put things into motion, and I can give you the men you seek.

By the way, this conversation never happened.

Regards,

Nathan IV

He sent that message off, and then he sat back down, pondering how he was going to go about gathering the men, provided Fiedler asked for them.

[Demphor]

Daniel Fiedler
Governor of the Konflan Province

Governor Fiedler was busy. The evening of the referendum was incredibly busy. Some polls were expecting huge numbers, up to 8 million people. Fiedler was ecstatic. Most of his cabinet was on board, the police, the Home Guard Commanders, everyone. If Konflania was independent, it would be a triumph and a victory for our people.

"Governor, a letter."

The Governor opened it.

To: Daniel Fiedler, Leader of the Konflanian People
From: Nathan IV, Emperor of Ghant

Dear Leader,

Naturally, military assistance would be beneficial to your cause. It is also interesting that you mention the need for discretion.

I have no military forces directly under my command. The official Ghantish armed forces are beholden to the Prime Minister, who happens to be a fervent supporter of the Demphoran Government.

With that in mind, I might be able to pull some strings and organize some volunteers to come and fight for you cause. This would all be unofficial and unbeknownst to most, mind you. All you need to do is tell me how many men you need. Once I have a rough estimate from you in terms of fighting men required to achieve your desired outcome, I can begin to put things into motion, and I can give you the men you seek.

By the way, this conversation never happened.

Regards,

Nathan IV

Just as he was siting at his desk, the door opened. The man was clad in a ski mask and an old camo combat uniform, holding an AK-47 in his left hand and a note in his right hand. "Heard you were throwing a party without us."

The Governor straightened, "and who might you be?"
"Take a fucking guess," said the man. He turned to walk to the left. As he turned, the Governor saw the patch of a blue flag and a golden harp on his shoulder. He walked up to the desk and put a note on the table.

The Konflan Liberation Army.

"You bastards," said the Governor, "you really think I talk with terrorists and murderers?" He had every right to try and reject them. Even though hailed as heroes by some, they were half-a-century old and terrorists by most countries standards. They murdered, attacked, killed many of the Governors employees, no wonder the hostilities.

"You think you have a choice in this matter?" he replied, "When your referendum passes and that bitch Keeleigh ignores it who's gonna fight your war?" he asked.

Fielder looked down at the letter on his desk from the Emperor of Ghant. "We have friends, you know."

The man looked puzzled, "who on earth gives a shit about us? We've had the Demphorians portraying our cause like shit."

"What about an Emperor?"

The man paused, "of what? Ghant?"

"Yes, in a matter of fact. Not an Army, but a volunteer corps of lords, armed mercenaries, full grade military equipment?"

The man paused, "Well, I think our boss can agree to this," he said, "forget I came," he turned, "but keep in mind, we'll be at your polls tomorrow, to encourage your referendums."

"Whatever," he said, "just get the hell out of my house."

The man left. The Governor looked at his desk and took the letter. He didn't even want to read it. He took the letter and the Emperors letter and put them in his desk cabinet. He had to plan his referendum.

[Demphor]

Konflan Province

All across the Province, the people turned out to cast their vote. The boxes both were clean, private, and protected... by members of the Konflan Liberation Army. As votes were cast, men in ski masks were watching over the boxes with their stolen Demphorian weapons.

The Governor, however, was completely unaware of this, as he thought that the voter intimidation was something of the past. When the K.L.A. had told him they'd be out there, he thought it was away from the booths. But now, on the day of this democratic referendum, his police forces could do little to stop the intimidation from happening.

In Konflania Harbour, the Demphorian Naval Station had been on edge, but the National Government had taken up a policy of ignoring the referendum. They had done it before, they had to do it again. To the rest of Demphor, the Republic must hold together.

Daniel Fiedler
Governor of the Konflan Province

"Sir, referendum results are in!"

The Governor opened the letter, which held the result.

Code: Select all

For: 10,142,142
Against: 142,231
Invalid Votes: 12,321

The Governor smiled, unaware of the intimidation that had happened. He declared a victory, and the Provincial Assembly passed a Declaration of Self-Determination and Independence, announcing that the Province would leave the Republic and establish the Konflan Workers Federated Republic (KWFR). It immediately called for volunteers into the Konflan National-Workers Army. The KNWA was primarily made up of members from the Konflan Liberation Army, and it's numbers were close to 50,000. It needed volunteers.

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Offizielle Kommuniqué der Konflan Arbeitnehmer Föderierte Republik

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TO: The International Community
From: The Konflan Workers Federated Republic

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Members of the International Community,

The Konflan Workers Federated Republic, under President-General Daniel Fiedler, would like to extend it's hand in the world brotherhood of freedom and self determination after years of rule by the Demphorian Republic over our lands.

However, our very freedom is in danger, and we call upon the international community to recognize us and support us in our long fight ahead.

Sincerely,

Daniel Fiedler
Präsident-Generaldirektor der Konflan Arbeitnehmer Föderierte Republik