The Fall of Voerdeland (IC: ATTN Vapor)

[Vitzenburg]

Vitzburg Palace
Vitzburg, Vitzenburg
31 November, 1890
15:34 Local Time

Vitzenburg's populace had caught the protest fever, like so many other nations at this time. In this case, the people were angry, because it appeared to them that their dear Kaiserin cared more for those on an entirely different continent. With the state of the unemployment in Vitzenburg getting worse every month, most viewed the Kaiserin's concern for Voerdeland with contempt.

Unity Plaza was filled with protesters, chanting and raising signs. No violence has been seen from the crowd, yet the guards remained wary as they made sure no one began climbing on the fence of the palace yard.

From inside the palace, a chant could be heard getting louder, "Vitzenburg First!" The slogan of a rising movement within the country, dissatisfied with how the country was being handled. Morgen had to abandon her office and look for a more secluded place to return important messages.

[Servoth]

Luxburg, East Voerdeland, Former Voerdeland
September 2nd, 1890
13:09 Eastern time


"Democracy is not the answer to your problems of a horrid existance, democracy would only get in the way of your ease, with a multitude of bureaucrats fighting amongst themselves in everlasting conflict. They would feed themselves before you, just like your former president did, what you need is someone who would be able to protect you, to feed you, to give to you what you need, all in an instance. But the Fanaglian backed Nova Voerda Republic would have you believe different. They would make you think that I would hold you down and bite at your stomach, like the hunger that pains you, but I am not them. They lie, and I provide! Under the Great Federal Empire of Servoth, Voerdeland would be federalized, and would be protected under a united flag. Throw down the Fanaglains, throw down the former government of this nation. And then raise a new nation, a new government, a new leader, a new empire into the air were it would shine and last for centuries to come under the flag of Servoth!"

Those were the word of Jekyl's lastest speech to the Voerdes, in the 10 days that the soon-to-be Autocrat had gained quite a following in the city of Luxburg, in fact had gained following with most of the city. The common people held in their hands pole which bore the flag of the Servothian Empire, and signs that had words of Jekyl's speech on them, and the manifesto of the Servothian Idea. They had loved him, and still do, and with this following he could spread the his and his backers ideologies farther in the former lands of Voerdeland.

[Gratia Infinita]

Pefalls, Voerdeland: Voerdish Free State Provisional Government.
December 14, 1890

Pefalls was in many ways the ‘third city’ of Voerderland. Cold, northern, and isolated, it had only just begun to experience a rebirth of industry from the new railroads. Emphasis on the cold, Benreicht thought as he pulled the heavy uniform trench coat tight around him. The windswept plaza between the mayoral palace and City Hall was empty save for the honor guard that stolidly stood to attention in double ranks as the black carriage rattled in, drawn by sable stallions. The cab stopped precisely perpendicular with the red carpet that cut across the dull flagstones beneath the glowering sky, brilliant crimson.

The door opened and a handful of suited figures slowly clambered out, moving with as much dignity as one could have while exiting the tight confines of a carriage. The airship ride had been tense and cold. The Celera Avis, one of the swiftest Gratian vessels, had evacuated the cabinet a mere week and a half after the death of the President. Every remaining element of the Voerdish army that remained loyal had evacuated Beaufort, a position that was completely untenable, and were marching across country towards Pefalls. Dangerous trek, that. Benreicht had maintained order in this city, but even so, he had had to hang numerous would-be bandits, looters, and snotty-nosed, pencil-necked revolutionaries.

Benreicht snapped to attention and saluted as the cabinet came up the stairs. One of them, a pale, long-nosed man he recognized vaguely, returned the salute. The mahogany doors stood open to receive them, and he fell in behind the tottering column of old men.

A Resolution: The Congress of the Provisional Government of the Voerdish Free State, assembled, 14 December AD 1890:

Whereas: The Provisional Government represents the legitimate government of the Free State of Voerderland, duly elected by the people, without foreign influence or tyrannical control;

And Whereas foreign powers have used the current crisis as an opportunity to divide the people, and to stir them towards acts of violence and strife towards one another, establishing governments of their own without due process or respect for the traditions of our shared forebears,

Therefore: The Provisional Government, desiring unity, harmony, peace, freedom, and sovereignty, invites the leaders of the so-called 'Government of Nova Voerda' to a peaceful negotiation, to establish the guidelines for truly national elections, and to unite against foreign aggressors who already seek to divide our country between them.

Brandburg, Voerdeland: Gloria Patris (Magnus-class Airship: 3rd Airship Fleet)

Knights-Commander (Acting Formation Commander) Petrus Conservatus Junii paced restlessly in the enclosed command gondola, his cavalry boots clunking across the finely planed boards of the floor. A team of airship marines and Knights had just been dispatched to determine why the particular settlement beneath them was emitting a billowing column of smoke.

A midshipman burst through the door and threw a hasty salute, his voice cracking with youthful enthusiasm. “Commander! Captain Caius says you should come down to the village and see. It’s bad.

A brief five minutes later, by way of a simple rope ladder, Petrus stood in the ashes of the village. Even through the smoke, he could smell the metallic tang of recent death. Bodies were everywhere. Some shot, some burnt. Some both.

Captain Caius gestured him over to where the main land-party stood huddled. Many of the men were kneeling in prayer. Some looked as though they were going to be sick. A few steps closer, and he saw the reason why.

Hundreds had died here. A pile of smoldering bodies beneath the charcoal rafters of what must have been either a meeting hall or a barn. Women, children, men. All alike murdered.

“What?” Petrus was overwhelmed. “What...who...would do this?”

Caius approached him, a spent shell casing in his gloved hand. He took it and glanced at the blackened primer. ‘Pavlostani Manufacturing, Inc.’ The caliber and make also fit with standard Pavlostani military armaments. A cold tremor passed down his spine. The world swam. Slowly, it was replaced by a welling rage. He fought to control himself, even as his hands visibly trembled.
Petrus dropped the casing and drew his saber, the narrow blade catching the light of the smoldering embers. He knelt, bringing the cross engraved on the bell guard to his lips and kissing it.

“By the blood of Christ who redeemed me, by the sacred vows of my order, by the sufferings of these poor wretches here foully murdered, I promise that I shall neither relent nor retreat until those who did this deed have answered for it. Holy Father God, strengthen my hands, Spirit, give wisdom, and Christ intercede for us all, now, and at the hour of our deaths. Be with the souls of these departed dead. I shall not rest until justice is brought raining upon the wicked. So swear I.”

“So swear we all.”

The voices of his men nearly caused Petrus to start. He glance up. The marines stood, hands on their hearts, whilst the Knights present also knelt with their swords unsheathed. In joining his oath, they bound themselves to it. The sense of satisfaction he attained from that realization was fleeting and grim.

Communique
To: The supreme commander of the Pavlostani Armed Forces
From: Knights-Commander Petrus Conservatus Junii, Commander of the Gratian Peacekeeping Force (GPF), acting under the retroactive authorization of the Concilium of Gratia Infinita,

Peace and Blessings,

It has come to our attention that certain of your troops have committed atrocities against the peaceful civilians of Voerderland, murdering indiscriminately. As the peacekeeping force of the sole legitimate government in the region, we demand that a full investigation take place, and that those responsible be brought to justice to the satisfaction of the international community, in accordance with the legal traditions of your country. If no action is taken, the Voerderland Provisional Government will treat it as an act of war, as will the Concilium of Gratia Infinita.

[Fanaglia]

Lake Aelith
Pefalls, Republic of Nova Voerda
14 December, 1890
18:53 Local Time

Captain Lizia Varia stepped from her Flying Monitor, the HMM Redoutable, into the icy air that hung over the village of Pefalls. She turned to eye uneasily the envelope pontoons of her ship, which were covered in frost and wrinkled with the contraction of the lift gas caused by the bitter cold that it was never designed to navigate. Her eyes did not dwell there long, however; she, her crew, and the crew of the HMM Homme de Guerre which had accompanied her on her mission had a job to do.

It had been nearly a year since the Pefalls Massacre, but the village still bore the scars. Many of the small dwellings and buildings were wooden, or rather had been wooden, before the Voerdish Army set them ablaze. Now, the snow-covered streets were lined instead with burnt-out shells of buildings, their burnt timbers reaching towards the grey sky like the legs of so many dead spiders. And like a colony of spiders, a score or so of men and women swung stiffly by their pale necks in the freezing wind from a great, gnarled tree at the edge of town as if prey caught in a spider's web. Unlike the burnt dwellings, however, these poor people were hanged far more recently.

A faint sound of snow crunching underfoot came from over Varia's shoulder. In an instant, her rifle was trained on the source of the sound -- a young girl of not more than nine years old. She froze, her eyes wide, as she raised her hands in terror.

"We are not here to hurt you," Captain Varia assured her.

"You are not the Government?" the girl asked in the thick accent common in these parts of rural Voerdeland, where Voerdish, a sort of pidgin Russian-English, was the common tongue.

"No. Not the Voerdish government, anyway."

"Fantasticheskiy!" She said in a hushed voice. "Come! Follow me!" Varia looked to one of her teammates and shrugged. She lowered her weapon and followed the little girl, who was already picking her way through the rubble. They followed her over crumbling foundations and under fallen timbers until they eventually came upon a rather non-descript, burnt shell of a house. She led the way into what looked to have been the bedroom and, moving aside a charred rug, lifted open a trap door concealed beneath it. She beckoned for them to follow and quickly disappeared down the ladder.

Two of her men remained topside to monitor the area while three others accompanied Varia into the hidden refuge. She did not have her feet solidly on the ground one full second before the worn barrel of a revolver was shoved in her face and her rifle was wrenched from her grasp. There was some arguing in Voerdish, of which she managed to comprehend little, before a man finally addressed her. "TR-83C. A fine weapon," he said, gruffly. "You Fanaglian?" His accent was not that of the locals; he sounded more like one from one of the larger, more cosmopolitan cities of eastern Voerdeland.

"Yes. We are only here to investigate the Pefalls Massacre on behalf of Her Majesty, the queen."

As her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, she saw his expression harden. "The Massacre continues to this day, Fanaglian. Have you not seen my comrades hanging outside?"

"I have, friend. That is why we are here -- to confirm reports from Mishmahig of human rights violations by the Voerdish Army to justify Fanaglian intervention."

The man eyed her coldly for a moment before lowering his weapon. "My name is Rozna. Sergeant William Rozna of the Nova Voerdan Army."

"A pleasure, Sergeant," Varia replied uneasily. "Captain Lizia Varia of the Fanaglian Royal Air Service."

"Well, Captain, I suppose it is better late than never. The New Republic may have been established, but the Old State's reign of terror still continues here on the frontier. You want human rights violations? Those people you saw out there? They were supporters of the New Republic. General Benreicht of the Old State ordered them hanged; they were stolen from their homes in the dead of night and strung up in public, as a warning to all who dared oppose him.

"The worst of it, though, is what took place last January, when the Revolution was just beginning. The Voerdish Army moved into Pefalls on suspicion of harboring rebels. Some of the local militiamen attempted to fight back and the Army responded with cannon-fire and setting homes ablaze, many with women and children inside. The village attempted to surrender, but most of the survivors were rounded up and herded into the church, which was then sealed and set ablaze; anyone who attempted to escape was shot on sight. Over two hundred God-fearing souls were lost on that day.

"That enough 'justification' for Her Highness to get involved?"

Varia swallowed, hard. The man was visibly shaking with emotion, his voice trembling. Even had she not been absolutely disgusted by his testament, she would have been too frightened to say otherwise to him. "Evidence was all we came in search of, Sergeant Rozna, of which there seems to be ample evidence. My crew and I shall be dispatched immediately to Mewich to wire a message to Her Majesty immediately."

"Be careful. The remnants of the Old State Cabinet just arrived here in Pefalls to meet under General Benreicht. If they see foreign soldiers in these parts, they may be inclined to fire on sight," he said as he returned her rifle to her hands.

"Thank-you for the warning, Sergeant. May the wind be always at your back." With that, she ascended back to the burnt-out house, returned with her squad to the ships, and set a course for Mewich.

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Your Highness,

I have returned safely to Mewich from Pefalls. It is my displeasure to CONFIRM Mishmahigan reports of human rights violations, including the murder of non-combatant civilians and the execution of political prisoners. That religion was a motivating factor has not yet been confirmed, but seems likely.

Preliminary investigation into the matter of outside assistance to the rebels has shown that an organization known as Black Shield is at least partially responsible for their success. Will have more to report.

L’union fait la force!
Lizia Varia, Captain of the HMM Redoutable,
Fanaglian Royal Air Force -- Special Reconaissance Squadron

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OOC: Another post cut short by RL time constraints. To come: Autumn's response to Varia's TG and her subsequent announcement of support for the rebels and acknowledgement of the New Republic to the rest of the world, followed by a post describing interaction between Autumn and Christmas Future.

[Pavlostani]

[quote="Gratia Infinita";p="10981503"

Communique
To: The supreme commander of the Pavlostani Armed Forces
From: Knights-Commander Petrus Conservatus Junii, Commander of the Gratian Peacekeeping Force (GPF), acting under the retroactive authorization of the Concilium of Gratia Infinita,

Peace and Blessings,

It has come to our attention that certain of your troops have committed atrocities against the peaceful civilians of Voerderland, murdering indiscriminately. As the peacekeeping force of the sole legitimate government in the region, we demand that a full investigation take place, and that those responsible be brought to justice to the satisfaction of the international community, in accordance with the legal traditions of your country. If no action is taken, the Voerderland Provisional Government will treat it as an act of war, as will the Concilium of Gratia Infinita.

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From General Helgraf
To Petrus Conservatus Junii
Dear Petrus Conservatus Junii,
We will aide you against the splinter terror group which is committing massacres throughout Voerdeland. Troops are inbound now. If any commit actions such as these brigands, they are to be shot. You may of course, begin the investigation, provided that our troops aide yours.


[Mishmahig]

Minister William Pelly,

While I am pleased that you have conceeded the points made in our prior communiques, I am, at the same time, saddened by your tone and topic in your response. I had hoped, from one leader to another, that we would be able to come to a mutual understanding regarding the situation with the former Voerish Free State, to allow for the betterment of that nation, and for increased stability in the region overall.

I find it disappointing that you believe that your nation is in a 'far better situation,' to resolve the conflict, and thus attempted to dissuade others from intervening, even when the possibility that human rights are being violated occurs. In a situation such as that, every country has a moral, God-given duty to intervene, no matter the consequences. Human suffering on that scale should not be tolerated in our civilized world.

But perhaps you do not view it as human suffering, for in your message, you make note of the Pefalls Massacre, and berate us for our actions, claiming that we did not even make an attempt to 'define friend and enemy' apart. However, the situation has changed. The Fanaglian government has seen fit to sent investigators, along with the governments of Gratia Infinita and Khamul, not to mention agents of the nation of Servoth. Given the sheer number of nations, as well as the reports coming from the new nation of Nova Voerda, we feel that any intervention on our part is completely and absolutely justified.

Perhaps, if you seek a scapegoat to blame for the 'pot of anger' currently existing, you should look closer to home, rather than seeking to blame nations who seek only to protect innocents from their oppressive governments.

In addition, I have asked for, and received, an unofficial Statement of Dismay from the House of Penitants, expressing their collective revulsion and disbelief that the government of Vjiay would take any action to cease, halt, or limit humanitarian aid and support from reaching the former Voerish Free State.

As such, the Ministry of the Navy and the Frontier Air Force have both expressed their support overwhelmingly for an operation taking place in southern Voerdeland, around the cities and towns in the area. Such an operation would bypass Vjiay, and eliminate the need for any such interaction or cooperation.

Still, the situation is highly volatile in the nation, and cooperation between our ground forces will be essential for the success of our collective missions. I therefore, on behalf of the Dominion of Mishmahig, accept your offer of cooperation, and have wired the appropriate orders to our forces preparing for deployment from Evenstead.

Yours in God,
Archpriest Meza.

President Wayford

The principles of democracy, and the opposition to tyranny and oppression, are ideas that are mirrored around the world, and are the very foundations of freedom and civilization. The formation of a new nation that claims to uphold these ideals, especially one emerging from the carcass of the former Voerish Free State, is a most welcome and gratifying sight indeed.

It is with this in mind that the House of Penitants voted, at a special session, to officially recognize the formation of Nova Voerda by a unanimous vote. In addition to the vote, which many viewed as their duty--nay, pleasure---to support, the Penitants called upon the other nations of the world to follow suit and recognize the inherent sovereignity of the new state.

Allow me, then, to be among the first to congratulate both you and your people. What you have done here is no easy task, and should not be taken lightly. You have struck a blow for freedom, justice and liberty, and those few who remain opposed no doubt tremble in their boots. The people and government of the Dominion of Mishmahig wholeheartedly support your people in their struggle, and promise whatever aid we can provide.

However, we are concerned with the accusations and reports of human rights violations that have emanated from your region, and therefore must regretfully request permission to enter the territory of the former Voerish Free State, or the Republic of Nova Voerda as the case may be. A clear establishment of boundaries and claims would also be most appreciated, to allow the unpleasant situation to be resolved as soon as possible.

Once more, congratulations on what you and your people have done this day. The wishes and prayers of the Mishmahigian people go with you.

Yours in God,
Archpriest Meza

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Levidius Sea,
200 miles from Medale
December 17th, 1890
7:20 Local Time

In the predawn light, the sea was raging, rising and falling with every wave, the air screaming across the crests, whipping up a froth as it went, forcing the ships to simply take the easiest route---straight ahead. Crashing through wave after wave, the supports and engines screamed as they forced the ships through, only to meet yet another wave, and another after that. The spray of water swept over the decks, puddling to almost an inch deep before splashing off the sides again, only to be replaced by the next salvo. Such was the Levidius Sea in the winter, a harsh and callous place, without mercy or hope. Still, the ships forged through, making their slow but steady way towards their goal, the port of Medale in Zhao.

Above them, the airships were faring little better. The chilly temperatures were even worse in the air, forcing the midshipmen to make near-constant patrols to ensure that the gas envelope was not damaged, as well as scraping icicles and frost off any available metal surface. Sudden gusts of winds were a near constant danger, threatening to blow the ship far off course, completely at the mercy of the elements. Fighting near constantly, the ship creaked and groaned as it swooped and glided among the currents, much to the dismay of the troops within the cabins, who clutched their stomachs in misery with each movement.

It hurt. The air, the cold. Every breath he took was torture as the frigid air seemed to stab into his lungs, piercing and twisting as he gasped in shock. He was a creature of the equator, of warmth and sun, and he was terribly out of place in this northern environment, frigid as it was. Shuffling uncomfortably in his oversized woolen coat, he tucked his hands under his arms and stamped his feet irritably. Only another ten minutes, he thought anxiously, until my watch is over. Ten more minutes until warmth and hot coffee and a nice bed..

Casting about for a distraction, his gaze settled on the ships beside them. The Unyielding crashed through another wave as he watched, the gas lamps shaking and shuddering in the wind. Beyond that, he could see the lights of the Justifacation bobbing on the sea, the darkness too oppressive to see more. Glancing up, the airships Wanderer and Survivor soared, their gondolas covered in frost that reflected the first rays of sunlight.

Glancing back at his pocket watch, a gift from his father, he flipped open the lid and peered at the tiny hands within. Clicking it shut, he stomped his feet once more and headed towards the main cabin, where warmth and, if he was lucky, hot coffee, waited. Fumbling at the latch, he opened and slammed it shut behind him, stumbling slightly over the lintel. Pulling back his hood and goggles, he saluted the Second Officer and turned hopefully towards the back of the cabin, in search of the coffee he could smell. Instead, his expression suddenly stiffened and his hand flew to his head as he saw two senior officers, the Captain and the First Officer, discussing something intently.

"Ah, Midshipman Carver," Captain Boveri said, looking up. "Nothing to report? No other ships or unusual incidents?"

"No, sir," Carver replied, unconsciously positioning himself at parade rest, "nothing to report whatsoever, sir."

"Very good, very good," the captain said distractedly, his mind on other things. "If you wouldn't mind, Midshipman Carver, I require your services at this moment. Please, do come closer---I promise, we won't bite."

"Sir?" Carver said curiously, inching closer towards the table the captain was bent over, noticing the First Officer's warning glare.

"Gentlemen, I have orders from the Ministry of the Navy. As of 7:30 local time, on December 17th, I am to open this document," he said, gesturing at the packet in front of them, "and read the instructions within. Upon doing that, I destroy the instructions and proceed to follow them as best as I can. However, as with all things bureaucratic," he said with a slight chuckle that died quickly in the curios gazes of the other two, "there are regulations. The document must be opened and read in the presence of at least two other members of the crew; one crew member must be my second-in-command, and the other must be randomly selected from the lower ranks."

"You two," he said, picking up the packet carefully, "are my second-in-command and a midshipman, respectively, and thus the requirements are met. Now, the packet has clearly been sealed, as you can tell. I am breaking the seal now," he continued, carefully sliding a finger underneath the adhesive, tearing the seal in two.

Continuing, he extracted three copies of the document contained within and wordlessly handed a copy to the other two men. In silence, they read quickly, their eyes scanning back and forth, absorbing every word. When they were done, they looked up from their copies, their eyes confirming that, yes, they had just read what they read.

"Sir...," Midshipman Carver said hesitantly, his fist unconsciously crumpling the document, "are they serious? Do they really mean what they said?"

Captain Boveri straightened up with a sigh, pulling off his glasses and setting them gently on the table. Rubbing his eyes with his knuckles, he spoke, his words oddly muffled. "It seems so, Midshipman Carver. It seems so. I don't know why, or who, but I know we have our orders, and we must carry them out. You're dismissed, both of you."

The ships continued steaming towards Medale, every second bringing them closer and closer to some unknown situation. What would happen, nobody in the expedition knew, but thanks to rumors by Midshipman Carver, they all knew something big was going to happen. Within a day, a massive betting pool had sprung up, with guesses ranging from a full-scale war or annexation to a hoax or a feint. However, as wild as the guesses became, none of them would come close to the truth.

[The Holy Dominion of Inesea]

“Captain, the airships are responding using Aldis lamps. The message goes as follows, Sir.”
/START/Foreign Vessel On Eastward Heading Heave To/STOP/ Prepare To Be Inspected And Boarded/STOP/New Republic of Voerdeland/END/
Like hell, thought Zheng. Aloud to the crew, he said “Have the Dorsal Emplacements fire a shot across their bows and tell them to back off." A slight shudder ran through the Nerracca as the dorsal Quad-Vicker fired a warning salvo. "Sir,!" exclaimed Tactical, "Crows Nest is reporting that one of the airships is on an intercept trajectory!" "Set the inclines to 50%, and turn to port" ordered Zheng He. The Nerracca flew up, and to the right, angled so all 4 Quad-Vickers could shoot. Then, a series of flashes appered on the hostile airships. Immediatly after, a series of WHOOMPS echoed through the Nerracca. "All emplacments" yelled Zheng into the intercomm, "Open fire!". The hostiles were using gatling guns apparently two to a ship, vs the Nerracca's 4 Quad-Vickers. The Quad-Vickers immediatly let into the airships, shredding envelopes and igniting hydrogen. The airships had no chance. Within a minute, all but one of their combbined Gatling guns were inoperational, and both were on fire. Then, a strong wind burst collided them together in a fireworks show. "Good fight, sir" said Tactical. "Yes, but i fear we might have caused a war" mused Zheng He. "Helm, set a course back to Inesea, we are not welcome here."

[Vjiay]

Pelly pinched his eyes. Another late night had resulted in them being sticky with tiredness. His face was once more gaunt and he had failed to shave for, by the look of the now quite long stubble, at least two days.

He had in front of him the communiqués from Fanaglia and Mishmahig. Matthew Wootton sat on the opposite side of the grand mahogany table with a similarly haggard look upon his face. Despite the early hours he had in front of him a small glass of decade old Port. Some cheese and fruit lay discarded nearby, a clear indication to any that walked in on the scene that the pair had been up a while, discussing the particulars of each of the relevant letters.

“Don’t bother replying to either,” William said, “I don’t wish to cement the Fanaglians’ smugness, nor give those bloody Mishes any more reason to delude themselves with self-important grandeur.”

Matthew nodded, somewhat with an air of reluctance, as he felt that the Fanaglians’ in particular had a reason to be smug, “At least the Mishmahigians won’t be anywhere near us,” he said diplomatically, then pointing out an area on a large map of Voerdeland he had in front of him, “They’re hundreds of miles from Beaufort, which is our ultimate aim. Chances are we won’t have to deal with them at all.”

“But if the Fanaglians are behind this then taking Beaufort will bring us into contact with them. Even if it is some agency their inept Queen has no knowledge of, the killing or capturing of their citizens will not help relations.”

Matthew scratched his chin and leaned back, in such a way that he fell out of the light of the desk lamp, so that William could not see the features of his face. He did see his Foreign Minister pull out a cigarette though, the flicker of a flame and the small circle of its lit end the only indication of where his mouth was. “My advice then,” he said, the voice coming from the darkness and pausing for a long moment as he drew a breath, blowing the smoke out slowly through his mouth, “Would be to add our recognition to this New Republic. Then, at least hopefully we can get to Beaufort without being fired upon still at sea. Have the troops assess the situation from there and then take whatever further steps may be necessary.”

William downed the rest of his own glass of Port, ensuring the last dregs were in his mouth then nodded his assent, “We’ll call an assembly this afternoon and inform them of the plan.” He stood up, motioning for Matthew to leave, “In the meantime though, get some rest.”

President James Wayford,
Republic of Nova Voerda.

May I be among the first people, on behalf of the Vjiayan nation, to congratulate you on your success at founding your new independent state. The principles of Freedom, Democracy, Truth and Fairness are, I’m sure you’re aware, deep rooted in Vjiayan society and it is freshening to see a country rising from the ashes that intends to represent similar ideals.

You are no doubt knowledgeable of the fact that your brave new idea has a long, tough road ahead of it. There are those that will claim to be supporting you whilst having their own, perhaps more negative ideas for your territories. Rumours are already rife of a particularly dark organisation of unknown origin permeating your ranks and threatening to achieve their own aims, which likely differ from your own substantially.

The aim of my policy to The Republic of Nova Voerda is to uphold your ideas, which are no doubt grand and noble, but also ensure that these same ideas aren’t short lived. We want to help you stabilise and secure your future, so that our nations can progress side by side.

Due to this, I formally request that a Vjiayan peacekeeping force be able to land in the bay of your capital, Beaufort and help you in your efforts of stabilisation. Elements will also spread to nearby cities and towns alongside your forces and help spread the good news.

The force we are capable of dispatching by the end of the week will consist of some six thousand troops and two battleships, with more available should they become necessary. If our offer is accepted, it will reach your shores in a little under a fortnight.

I look forward to hearing from you soon and, again, congratulations on your successes.

Vjiayan Prime Minister,
William Pelly.

[Wirbel]

Voerdeland Skies

Looking down, the crew of the Forscher was seeing what the Fanaglian aeronauts had seen not too long ago. Today, the sky was clear of bad weather, but it was still cold as usual. A few civilians were spotted on the ground. They looked like they were starving. The airship flew around Voerdeland for a while. It logged several troop movement s from other countries. If Wirbel were to send men to Voerdeland, it would have to send them through Vijay and Valoria.

Luftschiffhafen Kohlenstoffburg B

"Here is the document, Kaiser," said General von Kohlenstoffburg. "My men have been successful in finding foreign soldiers in Voerdeland."

"Good. Now I have a plan for the ground soldiers to march in. I am planning for them to bring eight millimeter bolt action rifles and twelve and fifteen centimeter field guns. If Vijay does not allow for Wirbel's glorious army to pass through, I will have to formulate another plan," said the Kaiser. The two walked inside.

"Now that we are inside," said the Kaiser "I can tell you the plan I have already formulated. It will involve annexing Servoth and Vitzenburg. After that, Wirbel will probably be powerful enough to invade Vijay and conquer Valoria. It's just an idea. I'm not sure if it will work. Just don't speak of it."

"But wouldn't it be really easy for Fanaglia and Inoroth to invade us?" asked the General.

"Yes," said the Kaiser. "The is one of the problems with my plan. But let me tell you this: I have a new deadly weapon that I had already started re-"

"Good day, Kaiser!" said Rudolf as he was passing by.

"Good day, Rudolf," said the Kaiser.

"That was close," whispered the Kaiser to General von Kohlenstoffburg. "We'll have to speak of this later, in a more secure location."

[Inoroth]

ROTHIAN TIMES

19th June, 1889

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Today Prime Minister of Vijay William Pelly announced his country’s levy of an additional 9% increase tax on all goods traveling on the International Rail Line, bringing the total tax on all goods up to 22%. Mr. Pelly justified the action, citing maintenance expenses as the primary cause for the sudden jump. Inorothian Officials are outraged by yet another hike.

“Inoroth has more than double the track mileage as Vijay on the IRL, yet we have not asked one penny in return! The prosperity the rail brings more than offsets and maintenance costs we have accrued. Frankly, Mr. Pelly is robbing the countries of Amplector blind! The sheer audacity expressed by Mr. Pelly is really astonishing.”

Exclaimed Inoroth’s Rail Road Minister Calino Calini, long time critic of Vijay’s ‘money-grubbing policies’. Several business leaders are also outraged. Jovani Gratici, multi-millionare and owner of United Rothian Steel (URS), had this to say:

SEE 'TARIFFS' 4A

ROTHIAN TIMES

7th December, 1889

R 10,ooo REWARD For the Capture or Killing of Captain Beaumont:

Captain Jacqueline Beaumont escaped from Kraftenberg Maximum-Security Prison sometime on December 6. No sign of her whereabouts or means of escape are yet known. If you have any information regarding her whereabouts, please inform your local police. King Vinchero has personally offered a R10,ooo Reward for her capture or killing.

ROTHIAN TIMES

1st January, 1890

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Voerdish officials discovered the body of Vice President Jonathan Willis in the capital Beaufort sometime New Years' Eve. He had been brutally hung in the Palace Square. Additional details are illusive, and no additional statements have been offered by the Voerdish Government, although President Kitshoff is expected to make a statement sometime later today. King Vinchero has offered his deepest sympathies for the family and friends of V.P. Willis and has demanded that a full investigation be initiated.

Voerdenland's Government has been struggling under crippling debt, due in a large part to expenses related to the construction of the International Rail Line, which

SEE 'ASSASSINATION' 4C

ROTHIAN TIMES

2nd January, 1890

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A massive demonstration in Voerdenland turned horrifically bloody when police opened fire on unruly protestors who were becoming uncontrollable. After a struggle in which hundreds of rioters were killed, protestors , who were able to subdue many of the police officers and obtain their arms, and began firing wildly. Order was eventually restored by elements of the 104th Voerdish Cavalry, and the crowd dispersed. The protestors had gathered in from of the Voerdish Capitol Building But the disquiet is far from over. This event, coupled as it is with the brutal murder of Voerdish Vice President Jonathan Willis, who was found brutally murdered in the Voerdish capital Beaufort sometime New Years' Eve, is the culmination of months of unrest and a general disillusionment with the current administration, and it is most likely far from resolved. King Vinchero has condemned both the Government and the protestors for:

"Allowing this situation, which began as a peaceful civil protest, to escalate and completely spiral out of control. It is the duty of a people to plainly and bloodlessly voice their opinion, and the duty of a government to listen."

Vinchero has called for a 'General state of readiness' to be observed throughout the armed forces, and has called for temporary emergency funding to be allotted to the military. Given Parliment's current track-record, the crisis will most likely pass before any such legislation passes the People's Chamber, yet alone the Nobleman's Chamber.

Officials high up in the Voerdish Government suspected that this violent mob was organized by the same alleged but as yet unidentified terrorist group that brutally murdered Voerdish V.P. Willis, though this accusation is as yet unconfirmed. Inorothian Ambassador to Voerdenland, Normano Remino, whose embassy is situated right across from the Capitol building, had this to say:

SEE 'UNREST' 2D

ROTHIAN TIMES

14th February, 1890

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Rumors of an incredibly successful assault on the port city of Mewich have finally been confirmed. Nearly a week ago, rebels seized vital port city of Mewich, killing or capturing the entire federal garrison, 576 soldiers and 9 cannons, in less than four hours. Final reported casualties 50 dead, 29 missing, remainder prisoners... rebel casualties unknown. According to reports, fires continue to rage in the town despite all efforts to contain them. This is yet another example that the revolutionary threat in Voerdenland is nowhere near finished. King Vinchero continues to call for both sides to lay down their arms:

"Unlike many Nations, Voerdenland is a pure republic, and as such, her people are given voice in her government. The regularly scheduled elections are less than two years away, where this issue can still be peacefully resolved. If the people of Voerdenland desire another Government, then let them settle their differences with ballots, not bullets. I must protest both the rebels' and current government's actions. With no bloodshed and a little patience, they could resolve the issue that has already cost them so much."

Humanitarian aid is now flowing into the country, and aid workers

SEE 'MEWICH' 6D

ROTHIAN TIMES

15th February, 1890

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After almost two months of deliberation, filibusters, and back-room deals, neither the People's nor Nobel's Chambers seem any closer to reaching an agreement. Our King gave a special speech to both Chambers of Parliament today, one which he admitted was trouble organizing, due to the "barrage of paperwork and forms one had to fill out to allow such an event". Scolding them as a schoolmaster scolds misbehaving pupils, he stated with clarity and conviction:

"Members of the Chambers of Parliament, I stand before you today for one reason and one reason only - to ask, nay demand that an agreement regarding our official reaction to the Voerdish crisis be arrived at swiftly. Already, thousands of private citizens, myself included, have donated millions of Roths to aid the poor suffering innocents in Voerdenland. Many have gone over there in person to deliver the aid, as the Sistine Order has. These are all good, but we need more if the violence in Voerdenland is to end. Inoroth - her people - need a governmental directive, a policy that outlines step by step our plan. This body has been tasked with this great responsibility. You... you... you... you... all of you! To have no clear response to this most pressing matter reflects badly on the entire Realm, and causes others to look upon Inoroth as a country without a brain in the government or a heart for the suffering. I know that the people have have the heart, but I am not convinced their leads posses the brain. I call upon you, members of Parliament, to restore that confidence for me and my people. Good day sirs!"

This is already considered by many to be a historic speech, both for it's content and for it's brevity. In fact, Speaker of the People Patroni Voccive commented that "(the King's speech) may well have been the shortest ever delivered in this body's long, illustrious history. Most Representatives here are accustomed to sneeze longer than that speech."

Parliament's inability to agree in this instance has given detractors of our poly-party system yet another argument that the current system is too slow at doing it's job. Pro poly-party advocates counter that a streamlined government easily becomes a streamlined tyranny. Below is an interview with Forenzi Martoli and Taricho Rabinizzo, leading experts who differ on whether the current system needs to be changed:

SEE 'PARLIAMENT' 3A

ROTHIAN TIMES

14th February, 1890

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Rebels have completely sealed Beufort off from the outside world. Thousands of foreign nationals, including the entire Inorothian Embassy, are stranded in a war zone. The Inorothian Embassy has temporarily offered full sanctuary to any and all non-Voerdish peoples trapped in Beufort, offering security, shelter, and the fulfillment of other basic needs. So far, Telegraph Lines into the city have not been cut, but it remains to be seen whether this was an act of neglect or charity on the part of the rebels. Officials in Inoroth inform the Times that the lines: "Are almost certainly being monitored". Analysts estimate that the city has enough food and water to last ten to twelve months at a maximum.

King VInchero, in a scathing speech, continued to call for a ceasefire in the region after nearly two months of slaughter:

"I can only restate what I have said before: peace is an option for the Voerdish people and their government, but they must be willing to work at it. I call upon both sides to agree to a ceasefire and allow for their dispute to be settled without bloodshed. Failing this, I can only say that Inoroth will not stand much longer for the needless killings, and once Parliament passes legislation, we shall pursue whatever means are necessary to end the killings, especially of non-interested peoples like those of the Mishmahig Faith. We are a people of peace, and we are willing to fight for it!"

SEE 'SIEGE' 4A

ROTHIAN TIMES

27th February, 1890

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With all of the bad news emanating from Voerdenland, sometimes it seems as though humanity has lost their love for fellow man. However, there are always shimmers of light in the darkness. Black Shield, one of the most successful humanitarian aid organizations operating in the entire Voerdish region, is one such beacon. This Fanaglia-based company has managed to collect and ship thousands of Roths worth of humanitarian aid into the region since the conflict started. Reporter Girinna Mortova was able to interview Allan Shepherd, Public Relations Officer of the

SEE 'SHIELD' 4A

ROTHIAN TIMES

11th November, 1890

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Yet another tragedy from the collapsing Voerdish state, this one affecting one of her neighbors. A small patrol of guards on a routine boarder inspection were ambushed and slaughtered, perpetrators unknown but suspected to be rebels. Dictator Pavel vows retribution against those responsible, whatever the costs. King Vinchero again calls for a ceasefire.

"Voerdenland has been a broiling cauldron of confusion and chaos for some time, and now it is bubbling over into her peaceful neighbors. I offer my personal condolences to all family and friends of the individuals killed, as well as to the entire Khamulian people. Although we differ over religious issues, perhaps because so, Inoroth grieves for the souls lost, both here and in the next life."

SEE 'BORDER' 4A

ROTHIAN TIMES

12 November, 1890

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Protestors gathered around the Voerdish Embassy in Evenstead, Dominion of Mishmahig late last night. At first, they were contented to shout slogans and decry the alleged genocide in Vordenland. But soon the mob grew violent, and after a desperate struggle with police they stormed the embassy. The Mishmahig Government has publicly apologized for the incident, but they still maintain that the genocide in Voerdenland must be stopped. Below is their official letter, as well as a response by our Inoroth's King Vinchero:

To: Voerdeland
From: The Dominion of Mishmahig
Copy sent to all concerned nations.

President Kitshoff--

It has come to the attention of the House of Penitants, the representatives of the people and citizens of the Dominion of Mishmahig, that representatives from your government, a section known as the "Voerdish Army" attacked the village of Pefalls in the western area of your region. Your government suspected the village of harboring terrorists, and ordered that no quarter be given.

Unfortunately, the village of Pefalls was entirely innocent. Equally unfortunately, the orders of your soldiers did not allow for this situation, and your officers followed them blindly, brutally murdering every last man, woman, and child in the village, destroying entire families and burning the livelihoods of the people.

They were not terrorists, President Kitshoff. They were people. Innocent people, who lived and breathed and died in their village, caring nothing but for themselves, their family, and their God, and so they remained, until your soldiers massacred them. This, sir, is not an act of a civilized country, and borders on the verge of sheer inhumanity. To rob innocents of their God-given gift of life, to destroy something so beautiful, is to spit in the eyes of God and Man alike.

The people of Mishmahig cannot stand to bear such savagery, especially in light of our own history. For hundreds of years, Mishmahigian Christians were savagely persecuted across the Rothian Empire and the savage tribes to the East. Only in recent years have we been allowed to practice our religion in peace, integrated fully into our chosen communities. Your actions, sir, are therefore barbaric, uncivilized, and inhumane. With this in, the Dominion of Mishmahig hereby condemns the Voerdish Free State entirely, and revokes the recognition awarded the Voerdish Free State as a civilized country.

Elements of the Mishmahigian Frontier Air Force and the Naval Fleets have been dispatched to the Voerdish ports, to deliver peacekeeping forces in order to protect the remnants of the Mishmahigian Christians in the area. Should your government choose to continue the reign of terror it inflicted upon your people, we will initiate a full-scale evacuation of various persecuted groups, and take steps to end the regime of terror quickly.

Persuant to Mishmahigian laws, the House of Penitants have voted to seize all former assets of the Voerdish Free State within the Dominion of Mishmahig, to detain all Voerdelandian travelers, and to treat any Voerdelandian ships as pirates on the high seas. If the Voerdish Free State pretends to be a savage dog, then the Dominion of Mishmahig shall treat it as such. The Voerdish Free State shall be condemned in perpetuity, and the name darkened in the Mishmahigian annals of history. May the name of your country, and the name of your people, be damned by God for all eternity.

However, as horrific as the crimes committed by your nation were, we are also horrified by the reaction of the other nations in the world, specifically the nations of Vijiay and Fanaglia. More precisely, we are horrified by the simple lack of a response to the sheer brutality and savagery exhibited in the massacres of Mishmahigian Christians. We unofficially condemn these nations for failing to respond appropriately, and hope that they will join the Dominion of Mishmahig in condemning the actions of the former Voerdish Free State.

With the utmost contempt,
Archpriest Ferdinand Meza
Co-signed by every member of the House of Penitants

And here is an official letter sent by our King earlier today:

To: The Dominion of Mishmahig
From: Vinchero, King of All Inoroth

Inoroth extends her deepest sympathies towards the People of Mishmahig. What happened in Pefalls should never have occurred. I must also protest the events that have gone on in the domain, not only those of the ‘Official Government’, but the actions of both parties involved. Both sides in this brutal conflict now bear innocent blood on their hands.

For too long innocent men, women, and children have been the victims of this awful conflict. Neither side is ‘civilized, neither side is freed from guilt. Rest assured Inoroth is committed to halting these needless deaths no matter the costs. We are even now pouring millions of Roths into humanitarian efforts in the region. If the Voerdish Government cannot reconcile with her people, Inoroth will be forced to intervene to restore peace. Once certain protocols are met in our elected government, we shall be free to aid by and with whatever means are needed.

Despite our distant past, Inoroth is committed to freedom of religion for all peoples, and we have a track-record to prove it. We are currently doing everything in our power to prevent further massacres in the Voerdish state. We stand by your decision to remove the title of ‘civilized nation’ from Voerdenland, and hereby do likewise. We stand by your decision to evacuate your people, and Inoroth promises to aid all evacuees back to your nation, no exceptions. No efforts will be made to interfere with the military assets you are deploying to the area.

If by word or deed Inoroth is able to aid those persecuted for their religion, we vow here and forever more to spare no expense, bear any hardship, and perform all actions however costly to ensure they are protected – So Help Us God!

Humbly yours,

Victor Emanuel Vinchero, King of all Inoroth

Our King is not the only Inorothian concerned, and several noblemen of their own initiative and finical means have begun forming non-government regiments of 'militia-men', claiming that the massacre of any Christian is a declaration of war on Christendom itself. It is estimated that at least twenty such regiments are being formed across Inoroth, and many may be shipped out within two months. Noblemen Baron Francesco Pontari of Graternia echoed the King's sypathy, and went further, openly condemning the Parliamentary system existing in Inoroth and calling for it's downfall.

These treasonous men (Parliament) have spilled gallons of ink but have not saved one drop of blood in Voerdenland. If our government cannot help, then I will. I am recruiting in and around my home city of Graternia, and the responses have been overwhelming. We will help those poor people."

SEE 'EMBASSY' 4A

ROTHIAN TIMES

15h November, 1890

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President Kitshoff of Voredenland has been fatally shot. Details about his death are as yet unclear, but Gratian official(s) have been held for questioning. Investigators have not ruled out suicide either. This is yet another blow to the already weakened government, and many fear it is the final straw that will bring the structure crashing down.

As expected, King Vinchero has cited this incident as another evidence the violence must end. He has also offered Parliament an ultimatum: "Resolve an official governmental response before your recess or I will."

In only three days Inoroth's Parliament will have a two-month recess. Baring an act of God himself, it would seem that there is no end of the deadlock in site. Inoroth looks to her king to lead.

SEE 'ASSASSINATION' 4A

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17th November, 1890

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As expected, the Parliament closed it's doors today for two months, leaving no clear direction for what, if any, measures our government may or may not take in the Voerdenland crisis. With private militia regiments nearly ready to leave independant of governmental approval, and a harsh ultimatum given by King Vinchero, it would appear the Parliamentary members were relieved to have a place to pass their responsibility to.

Vinchero, true to his word, is already working on a way to end the violence. Many expected him to declare war and assume emergency powers. However, he has respected the rights of the Parliament and has instead decided to settle the problem himself; the old-fasioned, heroic, kingly way... with his own resources. Vinchero officially declared that he will raise and support an army using his own private assets.

"I have sworn to support the customs of Inoroth, and as such I cannot force the state to use money no matter how necessary that need clearly is. And for whatever reasons, the Parliament has refused or been unable to grant any money. Thus, Inoroth's government is bound legally to not act... to do nothing. But I am more than the government, I am also a man. I possess a vast private fortune, whose allocation is at my sole discretion. I will use it to end the killing in Voerdenland, free the entrapped, feed the hungry, and comfort the bereaved!

As of this moment, I put out a call for 50,000 volunteers. Any Inorothian who wishes to serve his country, his God, and his fellow man, is requested to join his nearest regiment and report for duty in Roth in exactly five weeks. Any current regiments wishing to join our glorious cause are welcome, and any donations to aid in the equipping, arming, feeding, clothing, and sustaining the army are also requested. I shall work with our Land, Air, and Naval Departments to purchase or lease heavier arms, and I trust the lighter arms will be manufactured by the private sector in abundance. We shall prevail, for our cause is Holy!"

If you are interested in joining in with your King, visit your nearest recruiting station for further direction.

SEE 'ARMY' 3B

[size=200]ROTHIAN TIMES

20th Novermbre, 1890

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Kaiserness Morgen I of Vitzenburg has called on all peace-loving nations of the world to intervene in the Vordenland crisis to stop the violence. It is the first official act emanating from Vitzenburg since the disaster began, but is was welcomed by King Vinchero nonetheless. Coming only three days after his own call for armies to be raised up, many believe that it is a sign from above that the cause shall not fail. Both the Kaiseress' initial letter and Vinchero's response below:

To all Amplectorian nations

I can no longer sit aside and watch as the nations of the East begin to pick apart Voerdeland when it is in such a fragile state. In the best interest of the people, action must be taken in order to prevent anymore senseless violence from all parties.

I propose that we set up an international coalition, creating a force to ensure peace in the region until it can be restored. Whether it be through a peaceful diplomacy or force.

Also creating a tribunal to investigate any of the accusations that have been thrown around. One of the first should be to investigate whether Fanaglia is truly innocent of supplying the rebels with weapons and supplies. I do believe there is more to the supposed massacre of Mishmahig Christians, mistakes are made in these situation. Yet, my assumptions are assumptions, and that is why we need to look into these events and discover the truth among the lies.

Those who agree, please respond soon, Voerdeland's people cannot wait.

Kaiserness Morgen I of the Kingdom of Vitzenburg

To: Kaiseress Morgen I of Vitzenvurg
From: King Vinchero, Ruler of All Inoroth

A most heartfelt greetings. I have read your letter and understand exacerbatingly the frustration you feel regarding the Voerdish Crisis. Only three days before I called for a private army to protect and uphold Justice and Peace in the region, hindered as I have been by bureaucrats. But now is the time for action. Now is the time for victory. Now is the time for this needless suffering to be brought to an end!

I formally join your coalition for peace, and I pledge 50,000 trained and armed men to it. We shall have our own arms, our own munitions, our own equipment, our own transportation (though we readily offer more to any nation should they require it), our own logistics... in short, we shall place no burden on any others by being completely self-sufficient. In return, we shall be free to move as needed, shall not be placed under any foreign commanders nor shall we attempt to command any foreign troops. We shall be a free-wing in this army.

Regarding the Tribunal, I am of the opinion that once peace is restored in Voerdenland, the government should be fully capable and fully responsible for resolving all war crimes trials. Until such a peace is restored, however, such things are not a reality. As such, I approve of the Tribunal aspect of the Coalition, but can offer nothing of substance to support it. My goal is to stop the fighting and then determine what happened and who must be punished. After all, a merchant must plug the hole in his ship before determining how his goods have fared, else he shall lose everything.

I shall have my army at your borders in five weeks, at which time we may discuss the particulars of this arrangement.

Humbly yours,

King Vinchero, Ruler of All Inoroth

SEE 'COALITION' 2D

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ROTHIAN TIMES

24th November, 1890

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Intelligence reports a massive fleet or fleets of Gratian airships of war being deployed to the heart of the Voerdish Crisis. Separately, Large Khamulian Elements have also crossed into Voerdenland, with their purpose in the region unannounced and unexplained. There has been no official explanation or justification for this action by either nation, though doubtless they exist. However, with the region already unstable, more militarization may not be the answer. Busily preparing his new army, King Vinchero could afford only a brief comment:

"Inoroth seeks to understand what our eastern allies (the Gratians) are intending. The fact that a large Gratian Force is now on site is not an issue at all. It may well be a blessing. Indeed, we share a long history of friendship, and I have full confidence that this action has a perfectly reasonable and pressing explanation. However, the fact than no official reason for the actions has been offered gives cause for concern. One must be cautious when a crisis, as that in Voerdenland, has reached this magnitude. Until we recieve an official brief explaining the reason for their deployment, we cannot help but remain uneasy. We therefore request an explanation, and shall remain reluctantly on guard until we are aware of your intentions, Gratians.

As to the Khamulians, I understand the concern over your collapsing neighbor, but I must request you do not act rashly. Protect your people, help the people of Voerdenland, but do not openly harm them is at all possible. "

SEE 'UNKOWN' 5C

ROTHIAN TIMES

25th November, 1890

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Gratia has explained her peacekeeping intentions in Voerdenland, and has officially endorsed the old government. Now aware of her intentions, King Vinchero is satisfied and glad they are deployed to the region. The Official Letter is Below:

----Concilium Magisterorum Gratiae Infinitae----

To the governments of the nations of the earth,

Peace and blessings,

The recent turn of events in the nation of Voerdeland threatens to plunge an entire people into tragedy. The sacred contract of trust between the people and their government has been irreparably broken. Voerdeland is weak and divided, ripe for the depredations of unscrupulous and vicious men.

The Concilium of Gratia Infinita seeks peace between the legitimate government of the country and the rebel forces, a peace founded upon and facilitated by free and open elections, in accord with the political traditions of the Voerdish people. To this end, we have offered our resources to the legitimate government to help secure peace and the assurance of future sovereignty. We encourage our sister nations to join us in this effort. Pending the approval of the Voerderland government, any incursion into the Republic will be treated as an act of war against Voerderland, and against the Concilium.

May God illumine your paths,

Signed,
The Concilium

SEE 'EXPLANATION' 7A

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ROTHIAN TIMES

26th November, 1890

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The Queendom of Vijay has declared all humanitarian aid traveling to Voerdenland along the International Rail Line will henceforth be 'tariff-free'. This action was long in coming, and some said it should have been pursued at the very outset. The measure is certainly appreciated, as more of the money can be devoted to the actual needs and less to shipping expenses.

SEE 'TARIFFS' 2D

ROTHIAN TIMES

25th November, 1890

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The new nation, naming itself Republic of Nova Voerda, has just been formed in the port city of Meweck. No response by the Government has yet been offered, but it is expected there will not be a recognition of this new Country for quite some time, if at all. Below is the official letter:

Nations of the world,

On this day, the 25 November, A.D. 1890, a New Republic is founded. We have risen above the bonds of tyranny and oppression to declare ourselves Free. The Old State is in tatters and has abandoned her people to hide in shame. The Republic of Nova Voerda shall never do such a thing -- the RNV will protect her people, especially the least amongst them, so long as even one of us still lives and utters the words 'Concordia, Integritas, Industria.'

All we seek is recognition of this democratically-elected state from the other respectable nations of the world.


James Wayford,
President,
Republic of Nova Voerda

[Wirbel]

OFFICIAL TELEGRAM FROM THE GOVERNMENT OF WIRBEL
To: The Government of Vijay | From: The Wirbel Military

Hello, Vijayans! I am General von Kohlenstoffburg and I would like to know if my men could pass through your nation by train to go to Voerdeland.

[Wirbel]

Kohlenstoffburg Capital Building

"Telegram sent, Kaiser," said the telegraph operator.

"Good," the Kaiser replied. "Now, General von Kohlenstoffburg, gather the troops. If Vijay accepts, well be ready to go."

"Alright Kaiser," said General von Kohlenstoffburg.

Wasserstoffburg Train Station

Artillery pieces were all over the place. Several large, boxy train carriages were being loaded with artillery pieces. Shells were rolled into other carriages. Inside one of the passenger carriages sat several Wirbelese soldiers.

"Do you think this will be too long?" said Fritz, one of the soldiers.

"Hopefully not," replied his friend, Wilhelm. Both of them were in their early twenties.

"I hope it isn't going to be a bloody war..." said Fritz. "I promised my girl that we'd get married after the war."

"Come on Fritz, don't worry. All we are doing to cleaning up after some crazy fucks decided to go all genocide on their people."

"Okay. Hopefully we don't have to fight any crazy fucks..."

Generalleutnant von Frakorr stepped onto the train.

"Hello, men! Today we will be heading towards Kohlenstoffburg to see the Kaiser, pick up General von Kohlenstoffburg and the rest of his men, and then head to Vijay. We will pass through Vijay and then stop in Voerdeland. There we will set up camp and clean up the mess. If there are any hostiles, shoot them. If anyone attacks you, shoot them. If civilians do not get out of the way during a gunfight, shoot them. Also, be careful around soldiers from other Amplectoran or Zhaoan countries. They may or may not fire on you. If they do, fire back and send someone to report the incident to the Kaiser. At this point you will most likely be withdrawn from Voerdeland to attack the enemy homeland, if such a situation erupts. Enough about that. The artillery is almost loaded. Once it is loaded, we'll get going."

"This just sounds bad," said Fritz.

"Stop fretting about things that aren't going to happen," said Wilhelm.

"They will happen. Just because it can go wrong, it will go wrong," said Fritz.

"Just keep thinking bad and it will make your train ride and quick cleaning up worse," said Wilhelm. "Just don't think about it. If it does happen, wouldn't you rather die with less pain than more?"

"I guess," said Fritz.

The Generalleutnant came back on board the train.

"Good work men! The train has been loaded in a good time and you are all seated and ready to go. Now, why don't you enjoy a nice hot drink after working in the cold for so long! You can choose between multiple flavors of tea and coffee."

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The Middle of Frickin' Nowhere (Between Wasserstoffburg and Kohlenstoffburg)

Fritz sat in bed, unable to sleep, as the train rumbled on towards Kohlenstoffburg. He couldn't stop thinking about what might happen way up north in Voerdeland. What if there was a major war and he was brutally stabbed and then torn apart? It would certainly hurt very much. But then he remembered what Wilhelm had said. He began to just forget about wars that probably won't even happen. He stared out the window and watched the trees pass by. His eyes shut.

The next morning, the train arrived in Kohlenstoffburg.

"Good morning, men!" said von Frakorr. "Sorry for waking you so early, but we have to change trains. On the way to Voerdeland, however, you can be as lazy as you like. Just work with me so that we can get this done efficiently just like we did yesterday."

The Kaiser waited patiently for Vijay's response.

[Fanaglia]

Palace Evander
Kraftenberg Municipality, Fanaglia
15 December, 1890
11:42 Local Time

The smell of tobacco smoke hung heavy in the air of Miss Alans' office, where she and Queen Autumn had been discussing for several hours the ramifications of the information contained in the short telegram from Captain Varia.

"But we made a promise to intervene if we discovered evidence of human rights violations!" The queen pleaded. "These people are being slaughtered by their former government. I cannot just let that happen!"

"It is difficult, your majesty, you are right. But this Black Shield business complicates matters. Suspicion has already been aroused of Fanaglian sedition; if we were to send troops in now, it would only confirm those allegations in the minds of those who have accused us."

"Damn them all, then!"

"You would risk war here in Amplector to protect the Voerdish?" Autumn paused a moment, considering, then shook her head sadly. "Mishmahig has already pledged to assist Nova Voerda. They will be all right for now."

"What do we do, then?"

"I propose you officially announce recognition of the New Republic and condemn the Voerdish Free State Provisional Government. Continue to provide aid to the former, while pressing sanctions on the latter. Then, tell Mr. Wayford that you stand behind them in heart, but blame Vjiay for keeping you from intervening militarily -- it will at least buy us time."

"And what of Morgen's peacemaking coalition? I hear Vinchero has committed a regiment of militamen to the cause."

"Hard to say. You have already sworn not to stand for the 'Old State's' continued existence, should they be shown guilty of violating human rights. Resigning to agree to a cease-fire or a treaty with the Provisional Government could damage your credibility, as well as people's perception of your character." They both sat in silence for a while, deeply lost in thought.

"Suppose I could get Vinchero to go along with the idea," the queen began.

"Which?"

"You said that providing military assistance to Nova Voerda would further raise or confirm suspicion of Fanaglian sedition."

"Yes..."

"And that doing so could potentially risk putting the Kingdom at war here at home."

"Yes..."

"What if we could convince Vinchero to stand with us, just to sort of back us up?"

"But Vinchero has already pledged neutrality; his men are already assembling in Vitzenberg to join Morgen's peacemaking force."

"He can still remain neutral. All I am saying is that, should another nation declare war on Fanaglia under suspicion of her involvement in Voerdeland, Inoroth would help Fanaglia defend her borders."

"But, your highness, if we are to help the New Republic fight the Provisional Government, then wouldn't that put us at odds with Vinchero, who is attempting to broker a peace?" Autumn was again dejected. "We can avoid committing to anything right now if we blame Vjiay for obstructionism. In that time, a lot can change. We shall have to see what comes." Queen Autumn nodded in agreement, though she did not like it -- not one bit.

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President James Wayford,
[copies sent to all concerned nations]

I recently had the displeasure of reading a report by one of the investigators I sent to your nation confirming the Mishmahigan allegations of human rights violations and religious persecution. I must sincerely express my deepest condolences for the suffering and loss of life in Pefalls and all across Voerdeland.

In light of this evidence, I am happy to join the nations of Vjiay and Mishmahig officially in recognizing the Republic of Nova Voerda and extending to you a hand in friendship. May the justice and freedom represented by your new nation live on.

Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Fanaglia unfortunately still cannot pledge military support of the New Republic at this time due to several political factors at home. Among others, one such issue is regarding the Vjiayan leg of the Continental Rail; while their unpopular tariffs have been lifted, the cargo permitted on Vjiayan rails is still restricted to non-military only. We shall continue supporting Nova Voerda non-militarily with items such as food, clothing, fresh water, building supplies, and small dirigibles and airship supplies to offset the difficulties inherent in the lack of adequate infrastructure following a major war.

The Kingdom of Fanaglia has also taken this opportunity to officially condemn the Voerdish Free State Provisional Government (VPG).

May the wind be always at your back,
Autumn, Queen of the Kingdom of Fanaglia

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OOC: In our next episode, Wayford's disappointed reaction to the weak support of lack of commitment by Vjiay and Fanaglia, his reluctant acceptance of the VPG's invitation to cease-fire talks, and his manipulation by Beaumont. Meanwhile, Queen Autumn meets the Ghost of Christmas Future. Tune in next time to "Vapor: The Fall of Voerdeland," same bat-time, same bat-channel!

[Mishmahig]

Shipyard A, United Hallmeister Shipping
Port of Evenstead, Mishmahig
February 3rd, 1890
1:20 Local Time

A group of people hurried down a bland metal corridor, their footsteps echoing hollowly, their voices strangely twisted and distorted by the acoustics. In the front was a anxious man who clutched a clipboard to his chest, occasionally glancing down at it to confirm one fact or another as he talked. Behind him strode an elderly man, his blue robes, a symbol of his office, swishing and sweeping, his eyes glancing from side to side as they went. Besides the man were several soldiers, personal guards and represntatives of the Ministry of the Navy. At last, the group came to a solitary door at the end of the white corridor, a door which opened to revealed a cavernous room, so large and massive that it dwarfed any other structure in all of Evenstead. Stretching easily several hundred long and wide, while the roof soared overhead, the building was a stunning example of engineering and architecture. It was not the building, however, that grabbed the attention of the group. That was reserved for what was in the building.

To one side, stack upon stack of massive generators roared and rumbled, fed a constant supply of fuel, belching steam and smoke into the sky far above. Piles of iron plates lay stacked almost to the ceiling, while stacks of rivets were piled in the corner. The major focus was in the center, however, where three massive things were being built, with hundreds, if not thousands of workers crawled over every inch of them, shouting orders, attaching iron plates, hammering and sizzling to the roar of the generators. His eyes wandering over the scene, the Archpriest turned to the man besides them.

"How is the progress? Will you, by any chance," he demanded suddenly, "be done by the time we need them?"

"U-uh, that d-depends on a number of---of factors, Archpriest," the man said anxiously, his stutter betraying his nervousness. "W-we should certainly have at least---at least ten of the units finished by mid-December, thanks to the Navy granting us access to their shipyards as well," he said, nodding to the naval officers beside him. "And once the shipyards at Riversend come online, we'll be able to-to produce another five units by late December."

"And they're adhering to the blueprints," the Archpriest said, tearing his eyes away from the scene below him, "that we provided? A carrying capacity of a thousand at the least?"

"Yes! Of course! We're following the designs exactly as they were provided," he said, hesitating before plunging head-on, "however, a ship with that carrying capacity, Archpriest, with all respect, isn't very stable. It's going to wallow like a pig in mud, if you'll excuse my wording. The storms around Vo--"

"That's enough," the Archpriest said, raising a hand to cut off the man. "We are aware of the problems, but we must have that capacity. When this is over, you may submit a design proposal of your own. For now, be content, and you shall be rewarded for your diligent work and effort. Now, leave us."

As the man hurried off, clutching the clipboard and sighing in relief, an aide came up to the Archpriest. "Sir, is this the wisest course of action? I mean, surely there's no need to go to this extreme, sir. Perhaps we could work something out with--"

"That. Is. Enough," the Archpriest said, his voice becoming cold, firing each word separately. "Enough. I--We have decided, and this what we are going to do. Leave me."

The aide retreated, appropriately chastened, to the group of guards and hanger-ons that constantly crowded around the Archpriest. They all stared at the Archpriest impatiently, waiting to move on to the next item on the agenda for the day, but none of them could see what happened next. Reaching out two veiny hands, he gripped the railing firmly, the blood rushing out of his knuckles. A ghastly smile spread over his face as he looked out over the glorious sight before him, and whispered to himself, "It is time...for us to come home."

All throughout the port of Evenstead, there was nothing but the hammering and grinding of the generators, the pounding of the workers, but to the Archpriest, it was the sound of the future.

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Office of the Archpriest, Evenstead
Mishmahig
December 10th, 1890
3:32 AM, Local Time

The office was a scene of chaos, with discarded food lying half-eaten on plates, papers scattered and spread everywhere, a faint haze emanating from the gas lamps. The Archpriest sat behind the desk, his face gaunt and unshaven, the wrinkles deepened and more lined than ever before. Reaching towards the desk, he fumbled for a moment before unfolding his glasses and placing them gingerly on his nose. He blinked momentarily as the scene before him came into focus, then looked across the desk into the face of one of his best friends and closest allies, Admiral Nikola Verney. A face that was usually creased by smiles was marred with frown lines, a mouth filled with laughter was twisted in frustration, shoulders that shook with restrained mirth were slumped with resignation.

The Archpriest sighed. "My friend..........We must do this. We have to. It's not an option---it's not a choice," he said, leaning forward in his leather chair. "We have faced thousands of years of persecution, and we have always followed Jesus' teachings, 'turning the other cheek,' and 'loving our neighbors," he said, his fingers sketching air quotes around the famous words. "Well, enough! Enough of that! we are persecuted, my friend! Our teachings are mocked from every pulpit and office in Amplector! Our priests are subject to the vilest indignities, and now our people are being baselessly slaughtered in the streets! We cannot," he continued, slamming his fist down on the desk, "Afford to stand by idly!"

"I know that, Ferdinand," Verney said, raising his hands placatingly, "but still, a step like this is a massive one! We're not sure if we'll be able to pull it off, and even if we do, we'll end up annoying every nation in Amplector! Surely if we just talk to them, get their support, maybe wait a bit before we start, we can make it more successful. Just wait a bit, Ferdinand, that's all I'm asking," he said, his hands unconsciously clasping in a pleading motion, "just wait a bit."

"No," the Archpriest said, turning his leather chair to face away from the desk, looking out the window, "we cannot wait. Every moment we wait, another Mishmahigian dies, and when one of us dies, a piece of all of us dies. No, we cannot wait. Operation Omega will continue just as we planned it, my friend, all those years ago."

Admiral Verney stood up with a sigh, his uniform heavily creased and wrinkled by fatigue. Walking slowly towards the door, a handful of papers stuffed under his arm, he looked back imploringly at the back of the leather chair, his expression worried, one last time. Turning again towards the door, he paused as he thought he heard the Archpriest say something, only to shrug it off as a trick of his sleep deprivation.

In the leather chair, staring out the glass window at the brightening of a new day, the Archpriest muttered something unconsciously. "It is time for us to come home.."

[Pavlostani]

Femington, Nova Voerda
A random tenent, second floor
"Buckley, do you see him?" Bates asked. Buckley was staring through the telescopic scope on his rifle. "No... but there are a few armored cars nearby, and he might be in one of them." The latter said. They had been waiting for several days for a high ranking Voerish officer to arrive. "Wheaton, how's the perimeter?" Bates asked. "All's quiet here sir." Wheaton said. "Good. Wait for Admiral Yales to arrive. Then, put as many rounds in him as you want." Bates said.
Brandburg, Voerdeland
Lieutenant Vasili Mirov and Sergeant Ming Lieu stepped off the airship flagship, Retribution. "Not much left. Damn, do you think anybody escaped?" Mirov asked. "I don't think so. Bates doesn't leave much." Lieu said. "We're sure this wasn't another insurgent attack?" Mirov wondered. Lieu reached down, scraped some ash and tasted. He spat it out. "This fire was definitely done with one of our matches. Probably landed in a haystack." Lieu said. "This place is dead. Leave some people to look for leads, we're leaving." Mirov said. They got back in the Retribution, and continued the hunt for the Ascendance.
Femington
"I see him. Damn, those guards look tough though." Buckley said. Bates turned on his radio. "Clemens? You see the patent office over there? Torch it." He said. "Roger that." Clemens said. "Take the shot." Bates ordered. Buckley fired the rifle. At that very moment, Admiral Yales bent over and picked up his keys, and the shot missed, hitting a guard. "Dammit! We're leaving!" Bates swore. Several gunshots sounded from behind the door. Wheaton ran in, with a wound on his shoulder, and yelled, "They're coming!" They instantly ran out. Clemens lit the patent office on fire, panicking the guards and Yales. Wheaton turned back with a pistol and fired several shots, taking out another guard. He winced at his shoulder wound, and fired again. "Come on!" Bates snarled. They turned tail and ran to the Ascendance. A bullet took Buckley down. "James!" Clemens yelled. They dragged him into the airship, and took off. "Come on, don't die man," Wheaton pleaded. "What am I, an invalid?" Buckley snapped. He pulled out his pistol, to see a large dent in it. "I just started to agree with our foreign friends on one thing. There is a god." He said.

[Servoth]

The city of Luxburg had been finely secured by the Servothian State, the city had been filled with a large amount of Servothian Military men and the new government of the city-state had simply renamed it Lux. Sensing that the political climate had cooled down enough for the Servothians to feel that it was a perfect time to announce the new government of the city and claim it as the Empire's own, and so this message was sent-

To the Nations of the World and those involved in the area formerly known as Voerdeland-

A new claim to the anarchy of the land of former Voerdeland has been made. Held together as part of the Servothian Federal Empire, it is a new shinning example to the world; not restrained by the lies of democracy, or the horrid inefficieny and expense of communism, or even the hypocracy of theocracy. But instead by solid, unchained capitalism; and the finely tuned Servothian "Federal Imperialism". It should also by note that any attempts by other nations or forces of the world to "liberate", siege, or capture the former city of Luxburg (and/or the surrounding 10 kilometers) now Lux shall be met with an equal and opposite military force. We only strive for peace and prosperity for the people of our glorious State.

the Kaiser of the Greater Federal Empire of Servoth-
Kaiser Heinz Krouss IX

[Vitzenburg]

Vitzburg Palace
Vitzburg, Vitzenburg
December 12th, 1890
11:21 Local Time

Kaiserness Morgen I stood on at a podium erected on a raised stage before the Palace gates in Unity Plaza. A cold sweat ran down her neck despite her insulated winter garb. She looked out among assembled Vitzburgian infantry divisions, the 151st Vitzen Highlander Riflemen Division and the 14th Burgian Engineer Division. 5,000 troops assembled to accompany the 50,000 troops Inoroth was sending. In the back, the 1st Vitzburgian Super Heavy Infantry Division was assembled, 200 hulking, ironclad men lined up behind the aforementioned men. A shiver ran up Morgen's spine when she cast her gaze to them, their blank helmets staring back at her.
Assembled on the sides, stands had been erected for onlookers from the press and and government officials. In the distance, the roar of a protesting crowd could be heard, the Viztenburg First movement had grown tremendously in the last month. They were protesting the troops being sent with the Inorothians, angry that Vitzburgians are being put in danger for citizens of another country.

The Kaiserness shook her head slightly, clearing the thoughts of doubt. She cleared her throat and began her speech, "Brave soldiers of mine. Today, you set out today, not only at my request, but because there are innocent people in dire need of assistance. As you know, the situation in Voerdeland is now an all out war between those who would try to gain leadership of the country through murder and deception. They have since named themselves Nova Voerda, and declared that they are the rightful government of the country. Well, this would be the case if the rightful government still did not have control of the northern part of the country. You're duty is just, to help end the fighting and begin peace talks between the two factions. You will accompany a peacekeeping force of 50,000 Inorothians in this endeavor, as they too see the atrocities that have gone unnoticed in this war. We can only hope that the other nations of the world follow suit, and join us in this coalition of peace!" She paused for a second, "The task will not be easy to complete, but fret not, for you will be accompanied by our new, fierce warriors," She motioned to the Super Heavy Infantry behind them, "I'm afraid, that your baptism will be one of fire, but with these new soldiers I am sure peace will be that much closer to attain!" With that, the soldiers saluted with the sign of the Vitzburgian Aquila and the crowd did the same, a flash of camera bulbs capturing and immortalizing the moment.

The Kaiserness looked out at the crowd and waved a few moments before descending the steps behind her and quickly heading back into the Palace. She immediately went to her suite, sending her handmaidens away. Her stress level has grown ten fold from the problems with the economy, and now her citizens unrest due to her incompetence in solving the issue. She had scoured the country, gathering economists and taking their input, yet so far nothing has been working. Oh how she rued her father, causing such problems in his sickly state of mind and then leaving her to clean it up.

Vitzburg Times

December 13th, 1890

Today our Kaiserness Morgen I announced she'll be sending troops and supplies with the Inorothian peace keeping force in an attempt to stabilize the area. 5,000 of Vitzenburg's finest will be shipping out in a month when the Inorothians arrive and heading to Voerdeland. Our Kaiserness also unveiled the 1st Super Heavy Infantry, a new type of fighting force designed to be an answer to the metal monsters being created by the surrounding nations.

In opposition to this announcement, members of the Vitzenburg First movement gathered around the blockaded streets, demonstrating their disapproval of our Kaiserness' decision. There were also demonstrations in the cities of Bundenland, Vessels, and Eisenville. Violence broke out at the Vessels demonstration, wounding 58 people, and 760 being arrested...

[Gratia Infinita]

Near Brandburg, Voerdeland

The wind howled across the fighting deck of the forward gondola, bitingly cold. Petrus drew the wool watch coat tighter, trying to hold in some measure of heat. The Pavlostani forces had yet to arrive. The Third had left behind a triad of airships to greet them as soon as they arrived, but for now, the bulk of the fleet was spread across miles and miles of the countryside, maintaining heliograph contact and staying in standard triad formation, searching for the rogue group of murdering soldiers. Petrus blinked and rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands. He glared at the misty horizon, hand clenching on the hilt of his sheathed saber. Time was running out. “I will find you. I will find you.”

Pefalls, Voerderland Provisional Government

Benreicht was cold. The air this far north was not merely chilly; it settled into one’s bones until it felt as though the very marrow was about to freeze and crack. He groaned and rolled out of the cot, the taut canvas creaking as his weight shifted.

He fully realized that the campaign tent was beneath his new station as commander-in-chief of the armed forces of the Provisional Government. As a commander, he should have been sleeping in a warm room somewhere downtown, close to the Town Hall where the surviving members of the cabinet were still hashing out the ground-rules for the new government, at least until the elections could be held. Benreicht sighed and ran a hand through his close-shorn brown hair, which was only just beginning to show traces of gray. He pulled his boots on and struggled into the heavy uniform coat, buttoning it around himself to hold in the warmth. He was a soldier, and a leader of soldiers. He would not give himself any luxuries his men were denied.

The guards came to stiff attention as he ducked out through the musty canvas tent-flap, then relaxed at his nod. The field outside Pefalls was a flat plain of frozen mud, dotted with the regular grid-like arrangements of separate units in their separate camps, and bounded by hastily erected earthworks. The sky overhead was a flat, leaden monochrome of roiling clouds. Far to the West, the gray, cigar-shaped blur of a patrolling Gratian airship could be dimly made out against the clouds. Benreicht grimaced. As much as he hated taking aid from a foreign power, he knew that he needed air support. Mewich had fallen to airships with incendiary weapons, and he was damned if he would allow the same fate to befall his men. Apparently an entire fleet of airships, roughly thirty-six vessels in all, were still down by the border, playing cat-and-mouse with a group of well-armed brigands. That was another thing, Benreicht realized, that he disliked about the Provisional Government’s Gratian saviors. They were just too conscientious about things like hangings and collateral damage. Or the massacre at Brandburg. His men had been infuriated, but the Gratians had been...quiet. And stiff. Benreicht had much experience in judging men, and from what he could see, the Knights and Marines were just barely keeping the lid on a boiling cauldron of pent-up wrath.

“Sir!”

Benreicht returned the courier’s salute. The man’s uniform was mud-stained and crusted with frozen patches of mud, evidence of a swift ride. The packet he handed Benreicht was a little the worse for wear as well.

“From the frontier, sir. Spymaster Green Meadow sends his regards. Long live the Republic!”

“Long live the Republic. Go get some soup and a warm bed, boy. You’ve done well.” Benreicht said, his tone devoid of the other man’s enthusiasm. The messenger fell out for his unit’s camp, and the general hurried back into his tent, head hunched over broad shoulders as he unwrapped the missal.

Five minutes later, Benreicht emerged from the tent, his face a mask of desperate haste. He grabbed the sentry on duty by the lapels, warm breath on cold skin.

“Ride for Pefalls. Take this.” He shoved the parcel into the man’s hands, “to the Cabinet and the Parliament. Make sure they know it’s from me. Go!”

The man sprinted for the stable tent, his long coat flapping around his ankles in his haste. Benreicht turned away, his face dark.

“So the Kaiser marches on Beaumont, and Servoth moves to take the rest of the country. This we cannot allow.”

The Voerdeland Provisional Republic, In Full Congress of Parliament, December 20, 1890 AD

Whereas, The Federal Empire of Servoth has raised rebellion in the Free Lands of Voerdeland, inciting the people to acts of violence against one another and against their duly elected governors, causing untold deaths, injuries, losses, and damages in and to the Free State,

Whereas the selfsame Empire has occupied the city of Luxburg, perverting the minds and will of the populace, murdering Voerdish soldiers in the execution of their duties to protect their country, and imposing their laws and customs on a people not their own,

Therefore, the Provisional Republic demands the immediate withdrawal of Servothian operatives, soldiers, merchants, and agitators from all the lands of the Voerdish Free State. If this demand is not met within eight days, this selfsame resolution shall henceforth serve as an official declaration of war against the Empire, and all Servothian troops within the borders of the Free State shall be terminated with extreme prejudice and without quarter.

The Provisonal Government calls upon the 'Republic of Nova Voerda' and all freedom loving patriots to join them in this stand. United we shall prevail, divided we shall fall into an endless night of tyranny.

Chambers of the Concilium, Mariana, Gratia Infinita

Magister Caius Pontificus hitched the folds of the toga higher, the hobnails of his boots clicking on the smooth-worn, ancient granite of the steps of the High Chamber. The great bronze-sheathed oak doors, engraved with friezes from the Lament of Iulus, swung smoothly and soundlessly open. The rest of the Councilium was already seated, and Caius hurried to his throne. He was a fit man, which was the only reason he was not breathing heavily from the long flight of stairs. He had been in the refectory when the message arrived.

Magister Marcus was the first to stand, stress lining his bland face. “Servoth has declared their intent to annex Voerdeland. They are installing autocrats in Luxburg. Apparently they have managed to gain some backing among the people.”

“It’s easy to buy the favor of the starving and desperate.” Iulus Optimus, a bull-dog faced Magister of some sixty years growled. “When they realize that the gold bands of Servothian prosperity are in fact chains, then they will repent.”
“As it is,” Serena broke in, “This is an unacceptable breach of the sovereignty of a free state, in total disregard of the established traditions of a freedom loving and egalitarian people. Servoth, I fear, must be taught to respect its neighbors.”

“With the sword.” Iulus growled, and Caius waved him off.

“We will deliver an ultimatum to the Federal Empire, in conjunction with the one that the legitimate government has already issued. We shall also send emissaries to Nova Voerda. They may find in the Empire a mutual enemy, one that may perhaps drive them to seek reconciliation with the Provisional Government.”

The Concilium of Gratia Infinita,

To Kaiser Heinz Krauss IX, by the grace of God ruler of the Federal Empire of Servoth,

Peace and Blessings be upon you,

Your declaration has made clear that you intend to annex as much of Voerdeland as you think you can hold, and plan to rule it after the fashion of your own nation. These actions are unbecoming for an enlightened, civilized people. To take by the edge of the sword and the strength of your arm is not only immoral, but in the words of Our Lord, "He who lives by the sword shall die by it." Violence begets violence.

Therefore, we, the Magisters of the Concilium, do urge you, as friends and fellow leaders, to withdraw your presence from Voerdeland. If you do not, we shall have no recourse but to aid the legitimate government in expelling you by whatever means necessary.

[Fanaglia]

Black Shield Voerdish Regional Headquarters
Beaufort, Republic of Nova Voerda
16 December, 1890
12:12 Local Time

Jacqueline Beaumont sat alone in her office, examining her copies of the recent telegrams to President Wayford, the most recent being from her old foe, Queen Autumn. The world seemed stacked against the New Republic's struggle to simply exist. Only Mishmahig and Black Shield supported continuing the offensive against the Old State; the Amplectoran powers, as well as Gratia Infinita, were all either investing their support in the peacemaking coalition to force both sides to sign a cease-fire or insisting on remaining neutral. As much as she equated it to admitting defeat, she did not see how they could possibly avoid the cease-fire.

"Director," came a voice from a darkened corner of the room. All she could see of Christmas Future was a faint glint of light on his mask.

"How the Hell did you get in here?"

"I own the building, Director. I can go unmolested where I please."

"What do you want?"

"Allow Wayford to sign the cease-fire. He may not wish to. Force him."

"Why?"

"Never you mind my reasons. I have a plan and it depends on Wayford signing that cease-fire."

"And if he doesn't?"

"Then I have no more need to leave you alive." She stared at him incredulously for a moment, not having even an inkling of what to say in reply. "A good day to you, Director." He turned like a phantasm and disappeared behind a tapestry hanging from the wall. Beaumont rushed to the tapestry and tore it down violently. Behind it was naught but a bare wall.

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Orstaf Hall
Beaufort, Republic of Nova Voerda
16 December, 1890
14:49 Local Time

Beaumont shifted uncomfortably in the corridor; she had yet to grow accustomed to the attire of a respectable lady. She rapped gently on the door to the Office of the Vice President (the window of the President's Office had still not been repaired), to which President Wayford's muffled voice replied "Come in!"

"Afternoon, sir," she greeted him gently. He was already under a lot of stress; she hated to be the bearer of still more bad news. And bad news it was -- the Fanaglian telegram.

He had spent the last couple of days distressing over the lack of support, or even recognition, from abroad, especially in light of the cease-fire talks the Old State was pressing and the backing it had from those very nations he had tried to convince of the Republic's legitimacy. The poor man felt betrayed.

"Director Beaumont," he said, a note of attempted geniality detectable on his tired voice. Jacqueline managed to resist the urge to grimace. Within Black Shield, she still insisted on being addressed as "Captain" by her subordinates; in her present company, however, she was forced to embrace, or at least acknowledge, her given role.

"Message from Queen Autumn of Fanaglia for you, sir." She handed him the telegram. After he unsealed it, she watched as his expression changed from dark to furious.

He crumpled the telegram in his hands and remained silent for a moment. "Well, it sure took them long enough," he said aloud. He looked up to Beaumont. "The Fanaglians have acknowledged the New Republic and have condemned the Old State. Aside from that, nothing has changed. The only nation, it seems, that is truly on the side of the Republic is Mishmahig; the others have given little more than words."

"Have you made a decision yet about the cease-fire with the Old State?"

"Officially? No. I haven't even told the Congress about it, yet. My conscience won't let me stop now, though, just as we've got the VPG on the ropes."

"With all due respect, sir, it doesn't seem like you have much of a choice. Even with support from Mishmahig and Black Shield, the New Republic is weak and in tatters. We could not possibly face an entire coalition comprising Gratia Infinita, Vitzenberg, Vjiay, and Inoroth, no matter how badly crippled the VPG is."

"And compromise what we have fought for this past year!?" He pleaded with her, even though she knew from his face that he knew she was right. "All those men and women will have died in vain!"

"Sir, if the Republic refuses to cooperate, then it shall not exist much longer, anyway. Then they would surely have died in vain. If we declare a cease-fire now, then we can work out some sort of treaty establishing our sovereignty, getting the rest of the international community on our side. We can always finish what we started later, when we have the support we need.

"Besides, you can't do anything without approval from Congress. What do you think they will say, once they see how useless it is to resist?"

"Why do you think I haven't told them yet?" he muttered.

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Orstaf Hall
Beaufort, Republic of Nova Voerda
17 December, 1890
16:22 Local Time

President Wayford looked grimly down at the draft of his telegram to General Benreicht. Congress had met, deliberated, and voted in favor of meeting with the VPG for talks. He felt like he was agreeing to make a deal with the Devil. The People had decided, though, and it was his duty to execute their will.

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To the acting leader of the Voerdish Free State Provisional Government:

The Voerdish People have spoken and they desire an end to the violence that has torn their nation and their lives apart. The Congress of the New Republic has consented to your request for talks. The meeting shall take place on 21 December at St. Katharina church in the center of the village of Angelhurst outside of Mewich.

James Wayford,
Interim President of the Republic of Nova Voerda

[Mishmahig]

Evenstead, Mishmahig
December 18th, 1890
11:34 Local Time

Through the halls of the House of Holies, the center of the Mishmahigian government, there was nothing but quiet. Those who normally strode confidently through the halls now scurried quietly in groups. Everyone moved with exaggerated quiet, hastily shushing those unfortunate few who made a noise, and all ears craned towards the ceiling, where the not-so-dulcet tones of the Archpriest could be heard, four levels away.

"What in the sphincter of Hell do those--those idiots---think they're doing? How dare they even think about making a Goddamned truce! I thought they had guts! I thought they had courage and determination, but no, they're just cowards like all the rest of them!" The Archpriest stood in the center of his office, his chest heaving noticeably, his face suffused with blood, turning it a blotchy maroon. He staggered over to his chair and slumped in it, running his hands through his hair. "I thought we would have more time," he said quietly, the anger gone. "Just.....more time. Another day, another week, another month if we were lucky. Not now."

Glancing nervously at each other, the assembled officers shuffled their feet anxiously, coughed into their hands, glanced around the office studiously---anything but look at the Archpriest. Leaning back with a sigh, the Archpriest looked nothing more than a withered old man, wrinkles lining every inch of his face, veins covering knotty hands, liver spots and blotches sprinkled across his skin. He stared up at the ceiling, but his gaze went beyond the beautiful mosaic painted there, turning and twisting his operation--no, his child---in his mind. He examined the sitaution for what seemed like hours, the minutes ticking by slowly with the help of a grandfather clock against the wall.

He straightened up suddenly, his face set with resolve, his hands rock-steady. Nodding to his aid, he uttered the words that would, quite literally, change the world. "Send the message."

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Written by the shaking hands of the aid tapping on the keys, the message leapt into the air, soaring along the telegram lines. It passed through Bessavaria, where unknowing and unconcerned clerks dutifully passed on the message, before rushing through Inoroth, Servoth, Wirbel, pausing momentarily in Vjiay before making one last rush, landing in the Voerish city of Medale.

This message was both ordinary and extraordinary. It was no different from a thousand, ten thousand other messages that were transmitted that day. It was printed on the same paper, transmitted by the same people, rushed through the same telegram lines, but this message, out of all the others, would have the most profound impact on the world. The innocent clerks who transmitted and referred the message forward had no idea the implication of what they sent, but if they had known, they most likely would have stopped, their fingers resting on the keys.

Picked up by the Mishmahigian midshipman stationed at the Medale Telegram Office, it was hurried through the icy streets to the outskirts of the city, where one of the airships of the Mishmahigian task fleet waited. Handed to the captain, it was read quickly, acknowledged with a grunt, and hastily stuffed into a pocket. The peaceful airship became a hive of movement as the engines fired, and the weights were released, sending the Survivor soaring into the sky. There it paused, hundreds of feet above the ground, while hapless midshipmen loaded the cannon aboard, harried by the shouts and orders of their sergeants.

With a belch of smoke and a massive recoil that sent shudders through the ship, a great ball of fire flew into the air. Burning a bright green, it flew higher and higher, the light visible to all who looked in that direction. It was, in a way, the same message that still rested in the pockets of the captain's overcoat.

The message contained three simple words.

Es fangt an.

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Levidius Sea,
130 miles from Medale
December 18th, 1890
5:54 Local Time

The endless seas roiled and crashed, the wind whipping and slapping against the waves, screaming as it went. Icy froth and foam splashed everywhere, and the skies were bleak and dark overhead. This was the Levidius sea, one of the most dangerous and risky seas to sail in. The current that warmed the shores of Amplector bypassed this sea, creating a temperature difference that resulted in massive storms, dangerous winds, and a sea so cold that few survived a swim.

It was here that the Mishmahigian task force had halted, following the orders of the Ministry of the Navy to the very letter. Rising and bobbing with each wave, the ships and sailors waited, the anticipation so thick that one could cut it with a knife, waiting for the order to resume sail. The order never came. Instead, the task force waited, the officers staring to the southeast, towards Mishmahig, rather than to the icy north, where Voerdeland remained locked in a bloody conflict.

Their wait was broken quickly, as smoke began to appear on the horizon, billowing massive clouds of it. The source, hard to distinguish through the haze, began to become more apparent, bursting through the clouds. Ships. Not just ships, but massive ships. Easily several hundred feet long, and almost a hundred feet wide, the ships were massive, easily dwarfing the escorts. Propellors whirred behind them, churning the sea into a light froth, they emerged one by one behind each other, seventeen total in all. Iron plates gleaming in the few beams of light that penetrated the dark clouds, they made their slow and steady way through the waves, simply blasting through one after another.

This was the project that had occupied most of the shipyards of Mishmahig for over a year, the construction of seventeen massive ships, each capable of holding over two thousand passengers, along with resources needed to feed and clothe them. The smokestacks pumping furiously, the giant ships drew alongside the Task Force, lamps illuminating their names. There gleamed Godsend, while others saw Angel of Mercy, Hospitality and a dozen others. They had been built for one purpose, and one purpose only----to carry out Operation Omega, the plan envisioned by Archpriest Meza and Admiral Verney over a decade ago.

With cheers and applause from the sailors, the engines of the task fleet rumbled to life, and the combined fleet began to move, bearing down on the port city of Medale.
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A few hours later, another message flew out of the Archpriest's office, but this one was different from the others. It was not a secret, it was not cryptic, it was not vague or suspicious. It was a message transmitted in the clear to the nations of the world. Curiously enough, it was not addressed to the governments of those nations, but rather to the people, a certain group in particular.

My people,

As you no doubt know from your classes and education, the history of the Dominion of Mishmahig and the Mishmahigian people have not been pleasant ones. Driven out of the Rothian Empire by endless persecution, we were harried everywhere we went. Our people scattered, our families divided, our future uncertain, we lost more and more as time went by. At last, we resigned ourselves to our fate, and settled across the world, establishing communities within those countries that would accept us, and we forgot our dreams.

This state of affairs would have been sufficient for all of us, to be allowed to practice our beliefs in peace and quiet, the better to grow closer to God and our families. Alas, it is not to be so. Descendants of the Rothian Empire, the former Voerish Free State, have thrown off the mask of civility and shown who they are truly within. Moving quickly, they massacred hundreds of innocent Mishmahigian Christians---our friends and families---killing men, women and children alike, burning them alive in their own place of worship.

This is a brutal act, an ungodly and unholy act, but it is the act of one nation. However, ask yourself---is it really? Remember the beginning, the Flight from Rothia, and how our ancestors were persecuted wherever they went. Look at your neighbors, your coworkers, your friends, and look within yourself. Do you honestly believe that they will leave you in peace? Do you honestly believe that, when it comes time, they will not simply abandon you like the Voerish have? There will come a time, as Henri prophesised, when we will be driven from our homes once more, to repeat to Flight from Rothia. Ask yourselves, my friends, is it not that time? It has begun, and it will not end.

The Dominion of Mishmahig stands ready, a bastion against the wave of persecution that will sweep the world. Our arms, homes, and hearts are open, but they cannot remain that way for long. We encourage you, we ask you, we beg you, for the sake of your people and your families and your faith, to come to us. It is time for us, all of us, to return home.

Mishmahigian soldiers and people stand ready. The evacuation of our persecuted friends and family in Voerdeland is about to begin, and our allies have pledged their aid and support in our just and righteous cause. Let us carry out the word of God, my friends, and band together against the Dark Times that are sure to come.

It is time for us to return home.

Archpriest Meza
Co-signed by every member of the House of Penitants

King Vinchero, King of All Inoroth,

I thank you most humbly and gratefully for your kind words in these dark times. Truly, such unfortunate and grievous actions should never have occurred, and the people are suffering for it. It is most pleasing and gratifying to know that the Inorothian government and people stand with us in our time of need, always able and willing to lend a helping hand. Truly, such service and generosity is a hallmark of your country.

It is with that in mind that I write you this day, King Vinchero. In your communique, you pledged the help and aid of Inoroth in any way, shape or form, regardless of expense, hardship, or cost. The time has come for Inoroth to honor that promise and pledge.

As I am sure you are now aware, the Dominion of Mishmahig is currently beginning an evacuation of all Mishmahigian Christians within the former Voerish Free State. Given the extensive suffering and persecution they have undergone, it is likely that a sizable percentage, if not a majority, will choose to return to the Dominion of Mishmahig. The brave and hardworking people of our nations will do everything they can, but considering the relevant populations of the country in question, such an evacuation would take time. We therefore humbly ask the great nation of Inoroth to open the Amplectorian Railroad to the Mishmahigian refugees, and escort them along the path until they arrive. With your help, thousands of people, if not dozens of thousands, can be saved.

I ask you, in the name of God and Man, and all that is good and right in this world, to help in this mighty task. We cannot make you do this, nor can we do it ourselves. Instead, we must cast ourselves on your mercy, and hope that you are truly the good and just man we have always viewed you as.

Yours in God,
Archpriest Meza

[Pavlostani]

Near Brandburg, Voerdeland

"There, Gratian airships." Lieu said. The Retribution, and a small flotilla of smaller airships flew towards the Gratian airfleet. "Let's see what they have to say to us..." Mirov muttered.
Coastline of the Levidius Sea
The four insurrectionists waited around their fire. "That was one ballsed up mission." Wheaton finally said after a few hours. "No shit." Buckley sighed. "I can't believe I missed." Wheaton still had a blood soaked bandage clenched to his shoulder. "And now, they will all be searching for us." Clemens said. "Alright boys, then it looks like we'll have to lay low for a while." Bates said. They waited again longer. Then, "They think we're messed up sociopaths." Buckley laughed. "Yeah, those who would slaughter us, and themselves so willingly have no place to press criminal charges on us." Wheaton said. "Not everybody thinks that way." Bates warned. "It's a good point though, isn't it?" Buckley asked. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Bates said.

[Servoth]

to the Concilium of Gratia Infinita-

You have no better intentions that what you say we have. You back a failed government who killed and starved their own people, but we Servothians are providing what one would call humanitarian aid. We will provide protection, we will provide jobs and new wealth, and will provide stability above all else. And within in ten years of now, the people of the city of Lux can draft their own constitution and truely become part of the Lower Federal States, their freedom was never taken nor will they ever be taken, we will only guide them to that point in the future. And we do not wish to take all of former Voerdeland, others beside us have already done that, we only wish to have the single city of Lux and it's surrounding 10 kilometers.

And remember your own did quite many killings of the Voerdish trying to remove other States. We are not the ones you should blame, gentlemen. And with such said, we shall not remove any of our forces until the forces of other do first.

Kaiser of the Greater Federal Empire of Servoth-
Kaiser Heinz Krouss XI

[Vitzenburg]

Vitzburg Palace
Vitzburg, Vitzenburg
December 21st, 1890
11:21 Local Time

Kaiserness Morgen I her office with her face in her hands. She had just received word of riot going on in Burgand, the main city that connected the national railroad with the Trans-Amplector line. The Mishmahigians were making an exodus and the bigoted Vitzenburg First movement apparently saw it as Vitzburgians bowing to another country yet again. A messenger enters with the latest report, violence is increasing and spreading through the city. It had apparently started as a protest and escalated into a lynch mob. The Kaiserness rubbed her forehead and picked up her quill. She needed to prepare a message for the Mishmahigian government.

Archpriest of Mishmahig,

It is with a heavy heart I must apologize for the actions of my people. I do not condone these actions and the perpetrators will be caught and brought justice. Tensions have been high here, considering the Voerdeland conflict, and my people are restless. I do not know why they would ever do such a thing, but investigators will be looking into it. I must again say I am deeply sorry for what has happened and that it will not harbor ill will between our peoples. These are turbulent times we are in and there is no need for such conflict such as this.

Kaiserness Morgen I of the Kingdom of Vitzenburg

Vitzburg Times

December 22, 1890

In Burgand, a crowd of more than 25,000 Mishmahigian Christians gathered to utilize the Trans-Amplector Railroad to start their journey back to Mishmahig. In light of the recent declaration by the Archpriest of Mishmahig, a mass exodus has started around the world. In Vitzenburg, it's estimated that there are nearly 200,000 Mishmahigian Christians living here, as compared to the 110 million Burgian Protestants and 10 million Rothian Catholics.

Riots broke out after a large group of Burgian Protestants, evidence suggesting they are related to the Vitzenburg First movement, gathered outside of the train-station, throwing debris from nearby construction sights. The violence escalated when someone opened the gates into the train yard where the Mishmahigians were gathered. Burgians rushed into the yard, brandishing makeshift weapons like pipes and boards. Mishmahigians fled the yard, with the Burgians in hot pursuit. As the violence spread through out the city with Mishmahigians who had not yet made it to the train-station being targeted by lynch mobs. In the chaos looting became prevalent among the rioters. Police were not able to gain control of the situation and the military was called in. There is an estimated 2,000 wounded or killed Mishmahigians with 894 arrests.

Our Kaiserness has given this official statement, "I am deeply disappointed by the actions of my people, and I apologize for their actions to all Mishmahigian Christians and those hurt in the riot. I can assure, the perpetrators will be caught and brought to justice."

[The Holy Dominion of Inesea]

Henria City, Anatolia, Inesea

The crowd of 500,000 Mishmahigan Christians filled the massive Christ's Square and the nearby roads. Henria was the center of the Mishmahigan religion in Inesea. Founded by a group of Mishmahigan refugees and missionaries, it became the religious center for Mishmahigans in the East. With a population of nearly a million, over 75% were of the faith. Today, they were gathered to here Prime Aristocra Buckley's speech. A Mishmahigan Christian himself, he was making a proclamation to his fellow members of the faith. Stepping up to the podium, he began to speak into the microphone.

"My fellow Citizens, today we live in the age of science. Countries worship steel and forget the foundations upon which society was formed. Religion unified Inesea in the Dark Days, bringing us out of pain of the Empire and bringing about the Republic. But we grew content, and believed we were supreme. Our leaders abandoned religion in favor of Steel and Lust. God looked upon this with sadness and , in order to save us, gave us a pennace of The Aristocracy. These evil days were apparent through the malevolence of the Oligarchs. Realising the futility of our immoral ways, we embraced our faiths, Mishmahigan and Rothian. After 75 years of suffering, we overthrew the Oligarchs and created our nation as it is today. We embrace our faiths and apply them to our lives. We are tolerant of all religions, and use the positive aspects of each in our laws. We, as Mishmahigans, have never been persecuted alone. We are not singled out do to our faith by Rothians and we do not do the same to them."

"The recent crisis in Voerdeland has brought to the worlds attentions many attrocities commited by the Government. The massacre of thousands of Mishmahigans shocked us. We, as Inesean Mishmahigan Christians, have no living memory of the sole persecution of the faith. We have grown contempt like our ancestors of old. But we will not fail like they did. We will aid our bretheren in Voerdeland and around the world. The Council of Aristocras and People's Council have unainimously agreed to the following. First, Inesea is open to any persecuted Mishmahigan Christian or any persecuted religion. Second, The People's Council has declared the the Voerdish Free State a rouge state, no longer representing their people. And after the dastardly attack on a humitarian ship by Rebel forces, we have concluded that rebels are incompetant in running the nation. That is why Inesea has declared Voerdeland a Warzone and is mobilizing the Inesean People's Navy, Airforce, and Army and are preparing to secure the Western half of the country. We willl establish a democracy, republic or federation depending on the views of the populace."

"The leader of our faith, The Archpriest, has made a declaration to all Mishmahigan Christians. Mishmahig is open to all of those who are persecuted and unsafe in their native lands. I am asking you to abstain from leaving. You are safe here. You have a large say in the country, a fair say. It would bring about panic in our nation. If you do feel compeled to leave, we will not stop you. You will be provided with transport. I urge against this, however we i am aware that pilgramige is a major tenant in our religion. That is why ever year, Inesea will fund a pilgrimage for 10,000 Mishmahigans. Likewise, pilgrimages to Roth and Sri Tschow will be funded. That is all."

Buckley stepped down from the stage and walked to his steam car. "Take me to Saint Pauls driver, I need to pray."

[Pavlostani]

The crowd gathered in front of the palace. The Dictator was planning to give a speech, due to the Voerdeland Crisis. "My fellow Khamulans, for centuries, we have not troubled in the affairs of the religious world. We have sat at the sidelines, and would only lend support for political or economic reasons. You were taught atheist ideals in your schools. Not even saying that I was a god. I will not be ridiculed in such a manner, but nonetheless. Although we have not troubled them, but in these times, the religious have come to us. Our men were ambushed on a border patrol, by Voerish zealots a few weeks ago. We responded with a threat, that if it were to happen again, we would send military force. We showed that even those without heaven still have morals. But, some of us clearly do not. Four of our soldiers have captured an airship and have massacred their way through Voerdeland, for revenge. With a wave of piousness in our closest ally, Inesea, also due to the Voerish civil war, I fear conflict is not far off." Pavel said. "Today, in the name of humanitarianism, we are sending peacekeepers into Voerdeland, and will deploy our forces to find these murderers. Let none say the Benign Dictator and his people did not act."