July 7th 1967 AD, throughout Camelone gunfire and explosions rocked the country as a self proclaimed republican coup rips through the once peaceful northern kingdom. Already High King Liam and his family were gunned down by rebels and in other places loyalist military and police units are scrambling to determine who is friendly and who is an enemy. Some areas have already been secured by the sides, Cullyburgh quickly fell into rebel hands with only sporadic fighting, Baron Withergild has been able to hold his manor at the outskirts of the city where there is still some fighting among the rebels and the loyalists. In Cnoc na Teamhrach Prince Farthor was able to maintain hold of the city and rout the rebels while there is heavy fighting currently in Haroldhold as the nobles of House Ui-Krieger rally their forces against the rebels, Christhold swiftly acted and shut its borders down with many believing the old guard has maintained control, in Manafell the rebels were forced out of the city and are currently retreating southward in hopes of reinforcing Haroldhold. All is pretty much silent among the men of the North as the militias mobilize and prepare to defend their kin and hearth from any intruders. Many places throughout Camelone have seen the royal standard lowered and replaced with the rebel rosed tricolor yet for many people their lives go on as normal as they can be, trying to maintain an illusion of normalcy despite the massive amounts of changes that are happening.
Cullyburgh
Yesterday the entire city was placed on lockdown, schools held their students until they could be escorted home by the authorities who no longer wore the royal crest of the O'Devlin's but instead a crudely made red rose with very little being shared with the students. It was obvious to many of the older students that something had happened to the high king but they could not place it until later that night when a radio broadcast explained what happened. The appearance of the red rose soldiers said it all to many of the citizens of Cullyburgh though, that coupled with the sounds of sporadic fighting that is, and the day seemed to pass slowly with every crack of the rifle. Some whispered with fear, others with caution, and others with excitement as they heard the rumors of the coming republic.
With the rising of the sun the sounds of fighting had died down considerable, though if one looked out from the tops of their apartments they could catch the glimpses of explosions every so often as the baron was making a desperate retreat. Despite that many people rose early in the morning and went off to the docks, their offices, their factories, or wherever they worked because even though there had been fighting it was in isolated sections of the city generally around armories, a police precinct or two, and city hall. Many did not know how to feel about the proclamation of the Commonwealth of Camelone with loyalty to the old order and the monarchy still on their minds but they knew who held control of the city and they did not want to be among the loyal dead this day. Some brave souls spirited away the bodies of the High King himself and those of his family, and a circulation of 'relics' have already begun under the table among the people of Cullyburgh with some quietly talking about holy martyrdom. Beyond that as the sun rises so to does the city and life as it is, no matter how odd it may be, life always goes on.
Alasar
Not much happens in this sleepy city, true it is rather big considered to other settlements across the Fief of the North but for all intents and purposes this city is more in line with a large town. Being far removed from the going on's of most of the rest of the country has lent itself well to the people of Alasar, they are generally left to their own devices and allowed to live as they see fit. The one major downside is that there infrastructure and level of technology lags behind but for many of the men of the North they prefer their freedom and see it as their highest form of luxury. Though it is because of this that last night was disturbed by the cries of riders from the local radio station yelling about the killing of High King Liam and his family, as well as the subsequent fighting. Nearly everything shut down at the news, which was not surprising due to both the news itself and also that they received it late at night. Church bells soon joined the chorus of riders for a calling of a special Mass to be said for House O'Devlin and the nation, and the clan elders called the militia to mobilize.
When the morning light appeared the farmers, the fishermen, the dockworkers, and nearly every man went to their work but the streets were being patrolled by militiamen. Some small fortifications had been built and the sound of gunfire rippled through the air as the militia began to train as they mustered up, though there was still much confusion on what they could and should do. Beyond that many of the businessmen were trying to figure out how they were going to get some of the foreign tourists home and the elders were taking stock of the supplies as they did not expect much help from the rest of the country.
RADIO BROADCAST: 9:43 PM July 6th, 1967 AD
Good evening to you all dear countrymen. I do hope that when you hear this broadcast our actions have been revealed to be the righteous deeds that they truly are. For many years we have watched ideally by as many of our countrymen continue to groan under the oppressive yoke of the old order of king, nobles, and altar all transferring the wealth and resources of our fair land to their greedy hands. We couldn't watch anymore, the Witangamot was merely filled with the puppets of the old guard and would not move towards true justice only illusionary appeasement for controlled opposition. We say no more, and that the old High Kingdom will fall beneath the force of the folk of the future where no man is better than another based upon his birth, or his lineage, or his ability to take human life or preserve the old order. We will create a new order for Camelone, where the worker, the burgher, the yeomen, and all other people stand before each other in brotherly love, in a sacred brotherhood of divine honor. For the future is ours to create, the High Kingdom is no more, all hail the Commonwealth, all hail the Commonwealth of Camelone, all hail the working people, all hail our future of freedom! This is Ormar Kin Torth of the Provisional Government signing off.