Somewhere unknown.
Arengin
A lonely, snowy and cold night embraced the Slavic nation of Arengin, peaceful nights where there was nothing else to be found but sound sleeping, and the nightly wildlife that ventured into the smaller towns of the countryside. Cities still adorned by lights, single monorails, and lone carriages carrying passengers and loads of varying nature. The entire country was in profound tranquility despite the state of the world that found itself in further chaos than years prior.
But there is someone who isn't as tranquil in this one of many nights, or perhaps more accurately a group of someones. The setting is instead eerie and filled with suspicion, doubt, but also what one may believe to be a patriotic and perhaps even noble goal in the mind of all the men gathered in this fine room in the middle of a clear night. In this group of men one may find soldiers, workers, citizens of the annexed regions, a variety of people of all walks of life that wish for a common goal, the fall of the Monarchy and the rise of a new Order, a better Order.
Among all of these men, there is one that acts as the De Facto leader of the conspiracy, and one that many men in the room both respect and fear. Isaack Vitomir, a Duma representative of a district in the Volod province and a man of determination and aspirations that he will go through any lengths to achieve.
And everyone gathers around the table, filled with maps, documents, and other miscellaneous objects, Vitomir is the first to speak as the murmuring from the room stops. "Very well gentlemen, you all know why we are here. If you have come this far, it may be too late to go back I want to make that clear and for you all to understand what it may entail..." A silence ensues in the room, some look at each other with uncertainty while others remain unfazed.
Vitomir then continue, "We are here because we wish to bring an end to a regime that chokes the life of those very people it claims to rule, led by a man who gives the illusion of freedom and justice while wielding a hammer of despotic authority..." THe room in filled with murmurs and nods of agreement, "A phony legislative body that is at the mercy of that very same man, and a military that pledges loyalty to that single man and not to the people!" One more the room erupts into agreement.
Vitomir stands up from his seat, emboldened by his fellow conspirators and by his deep and passionate hatred of the Monarchy. "We are not free, we are not men, we are slaves under the boot of a idealistic and weakening sham of a leader who yields to disorder... to Corporate elites who suck the life out of the workers of this great nation, the people who make the backbone of this nation while their 'leader' lives in an ivory tower. A leader who associates with fascists and thugs who too abuse the workers of the world, our brothers in arms and who plunge us into useless, pointless bloody conflicts all for the greed of power and money!" Vitomir's words become louder as he sets his fist on the table with authority.
"We are here because we are patriots not to a figurehead, but to our people, THE PEOPLE!" Vitomir then slams his hands onto the table with might, "We are here to save Arengin, to bring forth a new dawn of progress and order, a nation that is led by the wills of the men who built its very foundation, those who deserve to yield the truest power!" The room erupts in chanting and clamoring, much of it fueled by anger.
"WE ARE HERE TO SAVE THE NATION FROM WHAT THIS MAN REPRESENTS!" Vitomir's finger then pointed right to the portrait of none other than the King himself, the idealistic spearheader of freedom, justice, and peace in the world, Nikolai Oswyn the fourth. The men in the room looked at the portrait of the man with contempt, with anger, with deep hatred, many of them had been wronged and they blamed him and the entire government he led. Men in this room had lost their blue collar jobs due to a lack of workers unions in the country which allowed employers to fire and hire as they please and give no compensation to long time workers, soldiers who had seen nothing in return for their service, Morverians, Sheepnians, and Ruskland men who had their own reasons. There was discontent for many things in this room and Vitomir was the man who'd bring an end to them.
"We shall purge this country... We shall cut off the elitist bloodlines that led us to this state, led us to the 9 Years War, to Imperialism, to expansionism by fire! WE SHALL TAKE CONTROL!" Vitomir's words then got a resounding "Slava" from everyone in the room. The speech was then suddenly cut short by a conspiring soldier announcing the arrival of several men to the gates of the building.
"They come in a very inconspicuous vehicle..." Vitomir said as he too looked out the window. Everyone was curious as to what was coming, who was "they" and for what were they coming for. Vitomir's own silence was shared through the room as the men who had arrived were escorted upstairs to the room of the conspirators. Vitomir immediately stood up, with a gleeful smile he welcomed the men.
"Gentlemen welcome... We have much to discuss!" He smiled, the men he greeted, were men from Ruskland, the Ruskland Government of all things.
St. Osloverg, Arengin Union.
"Alas, it is done!" Nikolai said with pride as he had finally finished writing the official Charter for his magnum opus, his shinning light in a darkened tunnel, the beacon of hope for this world. This would be the institution, the international body that would spearhead an era of peace and prosperity in the world, it would be his ultimate legacy not only of himself but his people, his children and the children of his children. Nikolai could only admire the document as he set it down on his desk, visible happiness and exhilaration within him as he then stood from his seat. Taking a hold of the document, Nikolai then looked out from one of the windows in his studio, the garden was covered in snow as the sun shinned brightly and vibrantly through the cloudy sky and onto his beautiful and modernized country, onto his window and shinning right on him.
Looking at the document, Nikolai nodded, "This will be the start... For you Father..."
Outside of the King's office there was a large crowd, ministers, councilors, confidants, and members of the Duma gathered to witness the unveil of the so fabled Charter of that International body that the King had proposed at the Royal Ball held not so long ago. For some this was a moment of excitement, to see the King's newest proposition to not only the Country but to the World as a whole, while for others there was uncertainty and doubts of this idealist belief of a peaceful world and a much more of an international body that would regulate peace and war, it was simply unprecedented. Finally after what seemed an eternity, the King's studio doors were opened and the tall man of near 50, in perfect health, and of fashionable beard walked out with a set of documents in hand.
The silence within the hall of the Palace was unbearable as everyone waited to hear what the King was about to say. And then, the King spoke.
"Ladies... Gentlemen... I have in my hand, the doctrine that shall be followed by our people, by our allies, by the world. The road to peace, and the road to a world where our children shan't see war any more!" Nikolai held the documents in hand. His words immediately drew a round of applause and praise from everyone in the room, soon the King found himself greeting and shaking the hands of everyone present at the hall. Followed closely by his Captain of the Royal Guard the King remained steadfast and humble as he usually was, thanking everyone for being present the King was given both words of adulation and words of precaution by friends, allies, and even people who seemed more skeptical of him.
Through the myriad of members of the Arenginian political life, the King would then stumble upon a rather infamous Member of the Duma, Isaack Vitomir. He was a smaller man than the king, somewhat robust but well built, balding a bit and with an odd set of facial hair. Nikolai had heard of the man, he had even noticed and asked of him at times, he was a fervent lover of the people and the country and a passionate public speaker who had won the hearts and minds of his constituents. Despite being from the rather anti-establishment Social Action Party, Nikolai held no grudges, no ill wills and no disdain for the man, he was a fellow Arenginian and it was that mattered.
"Congratulations for such an astounding proposition and achievement I do so hope, your majesty, sir..." Vitomir said as he gave his hand to the King, Nikolai detected some half halfheartedness in the man's words but he didn't mind at all, he shook the man's hand with delight and smiled brightly at him with all good intentions. Vitomir for his part remained calm, politely smiling at the King as he shook his hand and keeping his personal thoughts to himself, the man was the leader and he had to respect that for now.
"I thank you for being present today Representative Vitomir. I was hoping more of your party would attend!" Nikolai said as he let go of Vitomir's hand.
"Well there are many issues that my fellow partymen have to attend to, but I am here as a representative of them and their good will towards you, your majesty!" Vitomir answered.
Nikolai nodded, he then gave a pat to Vitomir's arm. "You are a good man for doing so, I hear many good things of you and I trust you as a man of the people, as all members of the Duma should be!" Nikolai's words received a cold nod from Vitomir.
The Captain then subtly intruded, closing into Nikolai's ear he then said "Your majesty, your wife is expecting you..."
"Yes, well I hope to discuss more of Arengin's future with you Mr. Vitomir, we have much to discuss and much to do for Arengin's future, if you'd excuse me!" Nikolai then passed right by Vitomir and following down the stairs and towards the exit of the Palace, leaving behind Vitomir who simply remained emotionless as he looked onto the king with malice and hatred.
"Indeed... there is much to do..." He murmured.