BROKEN PROMISES
Two peoples promised the same land by a foreign power, only one will be able to call it their homeland.
OOC Thread
“There are four, whoever has them is a hypocrite, and whoever has one of the four has a characteristic of hypocrisy unless he gives it up: when he speaks, he lies; when he makes a promise he breaks it; what he makes a pledge he betrays it; and when he disputes he resorts to foul language.”
- Muhammad ﷺ
False promises are often times both the key to solving a crisis, or the beginning of a new one. When different parties are promised the same thing, only one party will get what they want and the others will only be left with broken promises. At the end of the Cold War, two peoples promised the same land by a foreign power gather their allies and do everything in their power to defend the integrity of their homeland.
In 1858, the declining Merovar empire leased it's port cities across the Maghreb to the Empire of Sexland in the face of an insurmountable rebellion by the Berber natives. For more than a century, a foreign power rules these valuable port cities through both world wars and the Cold War- Until finally, the collapse of the Soviet Union and the end of the Cold War. The Sexers held on to the Maghrebi ports for fear that if they were relinquished to the Andellish, they would not be able to hold it and rebellions potentially backed by communists would erupt in these cities; spreading communism rapidly across the Middle East and North Africa, and potentially Southern Europe; and prevented them from acquiring independence, for fear that the Andellish would lean closer to the Soviet Union and bring communism into Western Europe.
The Soviet Union has fallen, and now there is no more excuse. The Andellish are of the understanding that they have leased these ports to the Sexers, and that they must now be returned to their historical sovereign. However, the natives have been guaranteed more freedom and autonomy under the Sexer Empire than they ever had under the Andellish Empire and wish nothing to do with Haemsol Andelos. The Sexers are considering a referendum, but their Andellish allies have exhausted all diplomatic means to deny the referendum from ever happening, angering the natives enough that they would consider siding with communist and eastern Islamist rebels, prompting Haemsol Andelos to prepare to launch a special military operation to reclaim their land.
The days of the great Faranji and Merovar empires may be long gone, but the Andellish people still look to tomorrow and see a future of a Mediterranean power; and the first step to this dream, may just be reclaiming the Maghreb and re-establishing the Andellish hegemony over the Western Mediterranean. An Andellish power in the Mediterranean may prove to be a valuable ally, or an insurmountable enemy. Meanwhile, the people of the Maghreb look around them to see all the empires crumbling and finally see the opportunity for them to be free to choose their own path and stand by their true principles for the first time in centuries. Their fate if successful is uncertain and thus makes the future of the Western Mediterranean uncertain, but it is their only chance at freedom and they are willing to do whatever it takes and work with whoever will support them.
Two peoples claim the same land and prepare to do whatever it takes to win. The Andellish seek to reclaim what they have lent away but has been kept from them, while the Maghrebis only wish to be free of foreign rule once and for all. Shall you help the Andellish reclaim their land and become their valued ally, or will you help the Maghrebis fight for their freedom but potentially destabilize the region?
In 1858, the declining Merovar empire leased it's port cities across the Maghreb to the Empire of Sexland in the face of an insurmountable rebellion by the Berber natives. For more than a century, a foreign power rules these valuable port cities through both world wars and the Cold War- Until finally, the collapse of the Soviet Union and the end of the Cold War. The Sexers held on to the Maghrebi ports for fear that if they were relinquished to the Andellish, they would not be able to hold it and rebellions potentially backed by communists would erupt in these cities; spreading communism rapidly across the Middle East and North Africa, and potentially Southern Europe; and prevented them from acquiring independence, for fear that the Andellish would lean closer to the Soviet Union and bring communism into Western Europe.
The Soviet Union has fallen, and now there is no more excuse. The Andellish are of the understanding that they have leased these ports to the Sexers, and that they must now be returned to their historical sovereign. However, the natives have been guaranteed more freedom and autonomy under the Sexer Empire than they ever had under the Andellish Empire and wish nothing to do with Haemsol Andelos. The Sexers are considering a referendum, but their Andellish allies have exhausted all diplomatic means to deny the referendum from ever happening, angering the natives enough that they would consider siding with communist and eastern Islamist rebels, prompting Haemsol Andelos to prepare to launch a special military operation to reclaim their land.
The days of the great Faranji and Merovar empires may be long gone, but the Andellish people still look to tomorrow and see a future of a Mediterranean power; and the first step to this dream, may just be reclaiming the Maghreb and re-establishing the Andellish hegemony over the Western Mediterranean. An Andellish power in the Mediterranean may prove to be a valuable ally, or an insurmountable enemy. Meanwhile, the people of the Maghreb look around them to see all the empires crumbling and finally see the opportunity for them to be free to choose their own path and stand by their true principles for the first time in centuries. Their fate if successful is uncertain and thus makes the future of the Western Mediterranean uncertain, but it is their only chance at freedom and they are willing to do whatever it takes and work with whoever will support them.
Two peoples claim the same land and prepare to do whatever it takes to win. The Andellish seek to reclaim what they have lent away but has been kept from them, while the Maghrebis only wish to be free of foreign rule once and for all. Shall you help the Andellish reclaim their land and become their valued ally, or will you help the Maghrebis fight for their freedom but potentially destabilize the region?
Haemsol Andelos in offwhite. Disputed areas in red.
Rules
- No godmodding.
- No metagaming.
- PT-MT only.
- You must sign up and be accepted to join this RP.
- I will add more rules if I see the need to but for now these are the only rules.
4:00 PM; April 18, 1992
Outside the Sexer Embassy, Haemsol Andelos
Outside the gates of the Sexer embassy, past an open road and between metal railing and a building of yellow stone bricks supported by moorish arches, decorated with wooden floral patterns typical of norse architecture, and topped by red tiled Spanish rooves; a crowd of people gathered, dressed in various shades of white, blue, and red as they cry out to the Sexer embassy.
"Down, down, down! Down with Sexer Imperialism! Andelos! Andelos! Guardian of the Passage, Sovereign of the White Sea, Hejybol Bab!"
A man in but a white t-shirt and jeans stood atop a platform before the crowd, an Andellish flag draped around his torso like a toga as he spoke to the crowd, "Sebteh, Tenjeh, Aljeza'aeyr, Tunaes!"
"Andelos!" the crowd cheered back.
"In 1858, our great nation allowed the Sexers to trade in our ports and what did they do? They stole our land, and refused to return it! What are they?"
"Thieves! Rats! Snakes!" the crowd hissed.
"Now when all excuses are gone for good, who comes to complain?"
"Terrorists! Communists! Heretics!"
Hidden behind the crowd, a young man kept to himself; silent and reserved. He watched through the crowd, ang singled out one girl dressed in a white hijab with a blue dress chanting with the rally. He fidgeted around anxiously, considering moving from his position and walking up to her to greet her, but hesitates and leans against the wall behind him. His eyes did not leave her, until-
The man on the platform looked across the crowd, and pointed at the young man as he called him out, "Æsa Bænobad!"
The young man snapped out of his gaze as he found her staring right back at him, confused for a moment before she smiled right back at him and waved. He almost waved back, but firstly noticed that the entire crowd around him was staring right at him. He looked around himself, and was bewildered until he stared right at the man on the platform.
"Æsa Bænobad here is a brilliant student at school with a bright future ahead of him, and despite that he has still decided to put his life on the line for God and country! Everyone, let us all give a round of applause for this- Hero!"
Æsa is immediately greeted with many compliments and praises, as he stands there perplexed and uncertain what to do now. He looked around himself, and could barely catch up to what everyone was saying about him- Until he saw the girl he had been gazing at, staring right back at him and cheering him on. He smiled, and looked around himself, almost stuttering when he decided to speak up.
"Y-Yes! That's me! I'm Æsa, and I'm here to fight for my country! If those terrorists in the Megryb think they can beat the Andellish, then they're dead wrong because I'll be there to raise our banner up high like our nation!"
"Æsa! Æsa! Æsa!"
"Down, down, down! Down with Sexer Imperialism! Andelos! Andelos! Guardian of the Passage, Sovereign of the White Sea, Hejybol Bab!"
A man in but a white t-shirt and jeans stood atop a platform before the crowd, an Andellish flag draped around his torso like a toga as he spoke to the crowd, "Sebteh, Tenjeh, Aljeza'aeyr, Tunaes!"
"Andelos!" the crowd cheered back.
"In 1858, our great nation allowed the Sexers to trade in our ports and what did they do? They stole our land, and refused to return it! What are they?"
"Thieves! Rats! Snakes!" the crowd hissed.
"Now when all excuses are gone for good, who comes to complain?"
"Terrorists! Communists! Heretics!"
Hidden behind the crowd, a young man kept to himself; silent and reserved. He watched through the crowd, ang singled out one girl dressed in a white hijab with a blue dress chanting with the rally. He fidgeted around anxiously, considering moving from his position and walking up to her to greet her, but hesitates and leans against the wall behind him. His eyes did not leave her, until-
The man on the platform looked across the crowd, and pointed at the young man as he called him out, "Æsa Bænobad!"
The young man snapped out of his gaze as he found her staring right back at him, confused for a moment before she smiled right back at him and waved. He almost waved back, but firstly noticed that the entire crowd around him was staring right at him. He looked around himself, and was bewildered until he stared right at the man on the platform.
"Æsa Bænobad here is a brilliant student at school with a bright future ahead of him, and despite that he has still decided to put his life on the line for God and country! Everyone, let us all give a round of applause for this- Hero!"
Æsa is immediately greeted with many compliments and praises, as he stands there perplexed and uncertain what to do now. He looked around himself, and could barely catch up to what everyone was saying about him- Until he saw the girl he had been gazing at, staring right back at him and cheering him on. He smiled, and looked around himself, almost stuttering when he decided to speak up.
"Y-Yes! That's me! I'm Æsa, and I'm here to fight for my country! If those terrorists in the Megryb think they can beat the Andellish, then they're dead wrong because I'll be there to raise our banner up high like our nation!"
"Æsa! Æsa! Æsa!"
1:00 PM; April 19, 1992
City of Ceuta, Sexer Morocco
Underneath the zenith of the sun and between the shadows of moorish facades, a ball flew through the air and into the arched doorway of a big moorish house. Though it is tradition for people to sleep between midday and the afternoon, young boys have decided to play football in these otherwise empty streets. A breeze passed through the streets as an uncharacteristically loud screech of a tire zoomed somewhere nearby, but they ignored and continued to kick the ball around cheering and taunting each with glee.
The pebbles around them begin to shake as they kick the ball, and the horn of a car rings through the entire neighborhood waking up those napping during these hours. The boys were barely able to jump out of the way, as a car raced down the street and ran over their ball in it's rush.
"Damned kids, hogging the road."
"Everybody's supposed to be asleep now, what the hell are they still doing?"
"I mean it doesn't really matter now, so long as the people at the property are asleep."
The car rolled up into a quiet neighborhood, as an almost eerie silence took over. As two men exited the car, evidently of a much lighter skin tone than the locals, they proceeded to scan the area around them. One of them whistled, as he gazed at the beautiful moorish arches of the house with Moroccan flags decorating it's facade.
"It's a beaut, I'll tell you that."
"See, what'd I tell you? We can talk about the price later, but for now let's check it out. The Amazigh squatters won't be asleep forever."
The pebbles around them begin to shake as they kick the ball, and the horn of a car rings through the entire neighborhood waking up those napping during these hours. The boys were barely able to jump out of the way, as a car raced down the street and ran over their ball in it's rush.
"Damned kids, hogging the road."
"Everybody's supposed to be asleep now, what the hell are they still doing?"
"I mean it doesn't really matter now, so long as the people at the property are asleep."
The car rolled up into a quiet neighborhood, as an almost eerie silence took over. As two men exited the car, evidently of a much lighter skin tone than the locals, they proceeded to scan the area around them. One of them whistled, as he gazed at the beautiful moorish arches of the house with Moroccan flags decorating it's facade.
"It's a beaut, I'll tell you that."
"See, what'd I tell you? We can talk about the price later, but for now let's check it out. The Amazigh squatters won't be asleep forever."
8:00 AM; April 20, 1992
City of Tunis, Sexer Tunisia
The room was a drab orange color, but not because it was painted that way; but simply due to a trick of the light, as the bright sunlight passed through the blinders and attempted to illuminate the dark room. His pale hands slithered between the blinds, and spread it slightly open to reveal the blinding blue light of the sky behind them- A crowd of Tunisian Berbers, all chanting and crying out in unison. He can barely even hear the phone ring as he holds it up to his ear.
"No to Andellish annexation! Freedom from foreign rule! No to Andellish annexation! Freedom from foreign rule! No to Andellish annexation! Freedom from foreign rule!"
A voice breaks through the line, "This is Saban speaking, how may I help you?"
"Sab? Yeah, it's Ismet. This is insane, there are entire crowds of Amazigh outside my hotel protesting the possible exchange between Sexland and Andelos. What does the news say around where you are now?"
"No mention of the people not wanting to be part of Andelos. At most, they mention that there are some disruptive elements- Communists, terrorists, and the like. On the other side of the spectrum, they just criticize the Sexers for not returning the lands they 'stole' from the Andellish. Only news from Rimislaw dares to cover this, and even then its mostly censored in the West."
"Well that's to be expected- Wait, something's going on."
Ismet peeked outside the window, and through the sea of people crying out in protest; a convoy of armored vehicles attempted to pass through, only to be blocked by the protestors. The horn beeps incessantly, tearing through eardrums as hundreds turn to the vehicle in confusion- Only to twist into anger. Many began to almost prostate, then rise up and raise their hands. Loud thuds and bangs rock the vehicles, as the protestors hurl stones at the vehicles- An armed convoy escorting Andellish and Sexer personnel.
Without any warning, clouds of dust burst into the air accompanied by bright orange lights and an earpiercing boom. Protestors scatter and flee in all directions, as the head of the convoy found itself but a burning shell of smoke and fire. Before he could even take a moment to comprehend what was happening, the glass on Ismet's window shattered and he stumbled back. A bullet hole marks the end of his wall as he lays down on the floor, gasping for his life and thanking God once in his life that it barely missed. Amidst the screams and gunshots, Ismet gets back up and peeks through the window. Civilians lay lifeless all across the ground, as Western security forces clashes with rebels hiding within the buildings.
"Ismet? Ismet? What happened? Are you there?" the voice repeats through the telephone.
"Vellehi..."
"No to Andellish annexation! Freedom from foreign rule! No to Andellish annexation! Freedom from foreign rule! No to Andellish annexation! Freedom from foreign rule!"
A voice breaks through the line, "This is Saban speaking, how may I help you?"
"Sab? Yeah, it's Ismet. This is insane, there are entire crowds of Amazigh outside my hotel protesting the possible exchange between Sexland and Andelos. What does the news say around where you are now?"
"No mention of the people not wanting to be part of Andelos. At most, they mention that there are some disruptive elements- Communists, terrorists, and the like. On the other side of the spectrum, they just criticize the Sexers for not returning the lands they 'stole' from the Andellish. Only news from Rimislaw dares to cover this, and even then its mostly censored in the West."
"Well that's to be expected- Wait, something's going on."
Ismet peeked outside the window, and through the sea of people crying out in protest; a convoy of armored vehicles attempted to pass through, only to be blocked by the protestors. The horn beeps incessantly, tearing through eardrums as hundreds turn to the vehicle in confusion- Only to twist into anger. Many began to almost prostate, then rise up and raise their hands. Loud thuds and bangs rock the vehicles, as the protestors hurl stones at the vehicles- An armed convoy escorting Andellish and Sexer personnel.
Without any warning, clouds of dust burst into the air accompanied by bright orange lights and an earpiercing boom. Protestors scatter and flee in all directions, as the head of the convoy found itself but a burning shell of smoke and fire. Before he could even take a moment to comprehend what was happening, the glass on Ismet's window shattered and he stumbled back. A bullet hole marks the end of his wall as he lays down on the floor, gasping for his life and thanking God once in his life that it barely missed. Amidst the screams and gunshots, Ismet gets back up and peeks through the window. Civilians lay lifeless all across the ground, as Western security forces clashes with rebels hiding within the buildings.
"Ismet? Ismet? What happened? Are you there?" the voice repeats through the telephone.
"Vellehi..."
