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The name of the Devil Hills is a beautiful landscape, the rolling hills covered with a thick and verdant mass of pines and firs with the occasional maple or oak here and there. At the foot of the hills, flowed a small bubbling stream, crystal clear and full of life. It's shallowness allowed for many fords before it joined with the larger river that cut through the province. On the other side of the creek, with a view of the hills was Little Wolfsburgh. Its popularity as a resort town had led it to out grow it's once larger namesake, Big Wolfsburgh, the former being strictly a farming town. Still, as the tourist season had ended, the town became half empty. Nature abhors a vacuum, so they say, so as the tourists returned to the home provinces in the east, a new population moved in from the west, from the hills.
The name, Devil Hills, dates to the earliest maps of the region, and is said to be a translation of the native name. The natives believed a powerful spirit resided in the hills, although it was not clear that the spirit was evil. In fact, the legend that the spirit would one day come to the rescue of the people of the valley has recently become popular. So as two hundred men, dressed in traditional dress crossed the creek, with only the moonlight to guide their way, it was natural that they would invoke the legend of the Tu'Ka, the hill spirit.
As the sun rose the settlement of Little Wolfsburgh found itself occupied by the Tu'Ka Legion. The Police Capitan was locked in his own jail, along with a few lingering tourists. Above the multi purpose municipal building, the Griffin of the Commonwealth was replaced, with the Thunderbird of the Peelsik National Army. At noon the rally call went out, all who sympathize with the cause, were encouraged to rise up, arm themselves, and muster for the coming battle.
At Three O'Clock, Phillip Augustus Princips, Consul and head of state of Saarkrisken drank coffee and ate cake. It was one of the key social events of the Saarkrisen high society. It was considered of up most importance to be a guest to the informal meal, especially as there were often few guests, and mostly limited to the Princips' inner circle and family. Often he only had one guest, and today was such a case. Lucia Honorious, Philip's younger sister sat down with her brother as one servant poured coffee and another sliced the pear cake.
"I should scold you today" Lucia said bluntly, causing her brother to return a look. "You have upset your wife" she continued. At the mention of his wife, Philip seemed to loose interest. "She is always upset, what is it this time?" he asked patronizing.
"Elizabeth" answered the sister. "I say this as your ally, you would do well to avoid upsetting your wife ... must you really be so open with your affection for your mistress? At least, pretend to show a preference for your wife, she is not the only one who will be upset, or disapproves."
"Do you disprove?"
"I am always on your side, you can not say that for the Gusos."
"Bernard Guso is wealthy and influential, but not smart enough to plot against me, and lacks the courage to oppose me."
"Your wife is smarter then her father- "
A knock on the door interrupted the conversation as the Security Magistrate arrived. "Pardon your Excellency, there has been ... an uprising."