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[Tashalv]

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1967- king Gabriel III dies, his oldest heir, 31 year old Prince Finnian is severely ill, and a regency council takes the position of head of state.
1969-After a long and enduring fight, Prince Finnian dies, which, while as expected, comes as a surprise to the citizens of the empire, and a mass funeral is held. there it is declared that the 15 year old Prince Sebastian, will take the throne when he is of 21 years of age, as stated by the age old constitutio.
1972-The first parliamentary party to openly support Republicanism, the Nation Tashalv Liberal Convention, is founded.
1975-Prince Sebastian, now of 21 years, takes the throne, and in a large ceremony as requested by himself, is crowned King Sebastian V, King of Tashalv
1981-Six years after the crowning of Sebastian V are seen as a sign of the troubles to come, as the unemployment rate increases from 5.6% to 7%, and tensions rise with a rival nation over the Island of Zexos, which Tashalv owns 3/4ths already.
1983-1985-Tensions flare when Tashalv launches a preemptive strike on the Islands of Zexos, and war is declared an hour later. the Zexos war begins. Also the foreign markets shift, causing a few companies to file for bankruptcy.
1984-Unemployment, having recovered from 7% to 6.2%, skyrockets when the war begins to fall out of favor for Tashalv, a depression begins, and estimated unemployment is 13%
1985-Treaty of Ilok signed, status quo ante bellum, people are outraged, and the NTLC continues to grow in popularity.
1988-Sebastian's son, Grand Prince Richard, is born.
1990-after five years, the situation begins to stabilize, and Sebastian proclaims the Empire of Tashev, and crowns himself Emperor, also limits the power of parliament, communist party merges with socialists to create the People’s popular Front for Socialism.
1994-Another Depression hits, this time it will not be cured, unemployment down to nearly 20%.Sebastian’s Second son, Prince Nicholas, is born.
1997-Sebastian’s metal heath increasingly unstable, people now begin to panic as the thought of a second civil war, is high.
2001-economy at a standstill, the 21% of the population is unemployed, foreign tariffs are raised, however this causes even more problems, and government approval also takes a quick dive down.
2008-talk of reforms are brought up by the Grand Prince, leading most to believe that he should take the throne before chaos can consume the country.
2010-The Empire is preparing to celebrate its 20th anniversary, however the tensions are at the boiling point, militias are forming around the country, dissent is at an all time high, and foreign nations look on with interest, the time for words is about to pass, the time for war, is almost here.

Our story begins.

Highton, Empire of Tashalv
The Imperial Flag Flew over the Imperial Palace as hundreds of people walked up and down the adjacent streets. It was somewhat uncommon not to see some form of protests in and around the Capitol Building, however the recent shootings of protesters, combined with the big spectacle that was to take place in the coming days. The 20th Anniversary of the Establishment of the Empire of Tashalv was seen as a bright glimmer of light in the countries most darkest of times, however it was common knowledge that the current order of things wouldn't budge just for some fancy dinner party. The Country was heading for grave turmoil, it was in the air, and all that was needed was for the trigger to be pulled.

Alexander Notting walked side by side with King Sebastian, as he explained the current status of the country. “The most drastic violence happened in the south, one town had riots that lead to the burning of the city hall, 32 dead, mostly civilians after the secret police arrived.” Notting was the Royal Minister of Security, so it was his mission to explain and carry out orders of the king regarding domestic affairs. “Let the police chiefs know that they have the right to fire on all protesters, I want this celebration to be a success” the king said as he walked, holding his demeanor a king had back in the 11th century. Notting sighed, the death of the country would not come from radicals and violence, but his majesties outstanding ignorance, he saw fit that the 21st century was still run like a medieval age king would run it.

The Two approached the dining area, where all kinds of events were being held. The Empire festival was going to be near perfect, or else the king would go mad, if he hadn't already. While the king started to harass the staff, Notting walked over to the various members of the ministry to see what the situation was. Idely chatting, foreign minister Macmillan had revealed at least a dozen members of the NTLC had arrived to meet in a foreign country, which one was unknown, “I feel they think something big is going to happen, I heard talk of break in of the Royal Intelligence building,.” Notting gave him look that questioned his very insanity, “If they found files regarding things like that, then why would they leave?” MacMillan looked down at the floor, for that he had no answer.

[Cabana]

A young Cabanese-Tashalvan protester named Richárd Alves was leading a PFS protest outside the Capitol building:

"Down with the monarchy! Long live the PFS!" the crowd shouted with him as they held up signs bearing the logo of the PFS and various anti-monarchist slogans. Suddenly, several black riot police vans drove up to the PFS gathering equipped with Sage Rotary Launchers and Benelli Nova shotguns, the protestors and the riot team stayed in a standoff for about 3 minutes before a very rowdy protester tossed a homemade smoke bomb at the feet of an officer, blinding them.

The disoriented officers were ordered to fire tear gas, then the shotguns into the crowd. Alves was blinded by the tear gas and was shot in the head by a stray shotgun slug which tore open his head, spraying blood, brains, and bits of his skull all over the pavement. The riot police counted up the dead and injured protesters before calling in ambulances and taping off the area.

Shortly afterwards, in the Cabanese Capitol Building

"Mr. Sierzant!" Božo Lakatos, the head of state press, shouted down the hall at the head of state as he was entering his office

"Yes, Bozo, what the hell can it possibly be this time?" Sierzant asked

"A Cabanese national was just killed in an anti-monarchical protest in Tashalv." he replied, Sierzant looked at him then said

"Get a flight for you, Filipovic (head of intelligence), and Kovac (head of the military). I want some answers, if the situation deteriorates, notify me via the hotline and I'll send in the Aid Corps or the SDF to come and extract you all." he put a hand on his shoulder and told him, "Good luck." then stepped into his office and started to write an presidential address detailing the situation.

[Feichland]

15 Miles from Highton

A small group of soldiers made their way towards the capital city. Travelling via a truck they has stolen, they were making quick progress. Inside the truck, were several smoke grenades and a 1-way radio. The men inside were heavily armed. The 1-way radio went to the Feichish Air Ministry, which had small groups of small-load bombers being prepared. The smoke grenades would indicate where the bombers were to strike. And so, the men continued their journey to Highton.

The Feichish Military Mobilizes!

Earlier toady, a mass mobilization was called. For reasons unknown, many divisions have been put onto high alert and are preparing for orders. No official response or reason for the mobilization has been given. It is assumed that the Empire will soon be going to war. More info will be given as the story unfolds.

[Tashalv]

Highton, Royal Palace, Empire of Tashalv

Grand Prince Richard sat outside the room to his fathers quarters, as he waited for the royal foreign minister James Macmillan to exit. Shouting and name calling could be heard from inside, and after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened to reveal the man himself. “Mr.Macmillan, what is the news today?” he asked, as they began to walk down the neighboring hallway. “policemen shot up a Cabanese national in the south, apparently he was part of the PFS protest when they opened fire.” Macmillan said with a grim look on his face, obviously too discourage to show much emotion, “some representatives are heading over as we speak.” Richard slammed his fist against the nearby wall, “damn my father, why does he not see the damage he causes!” he yelled, barely being unnoticed by the father mentioned. Macmillan looked back, “he's going mad I tell you, going mad, maybe he needs to be replaced.” he said in a hushed voice. Richard shared in his advice, “yes, maybe he does.”

some miles outside the Capital, GTP base.

Eugene Hoarse held his AK tightly as he stood guard over the entrance to the recently built up arms base of the milita. He joined around a year ago when things started to go wrong, very wrong, with the country. “He gene, you think the nation will ever get better?” the young partner said to him, looking over. “yea, once we kill the king, and those filthy socialists as well, thats the two things dragging us down.” he said, not even looking towards the young man, who seemed satisfied with that answer.