Melforlo
08-03-2004, 09:43
For some time, the empire was following into disarray. While the cities remained strong, the townships and surrounding provinces grew weak. Economically, they were falling further and further behind Melforlian norm. Disgruntlement grew, and the people began demanding more. They wanted more freedoms. They wanted to be able to choose their own leaders. They wanted change.
They spoke to Prime Minister Ult-Quai, and he ignored them. He still controlled the popular vote, and could afford to ignore the disgruntled lower class. Times were good, for most. But the class gap was rapidly widening.
It took three years for the outlying provinces to begin talking among themselves. Prime Minister Ult-quai term came up, and Hasmi became the new leader of Melforlo. He was even more ignorant of the problems that were occurring at home, occupied as he was by the affairs in the Melforlian State of Neo Portugal. He was not alarmed when the three border provinces Guala, Narfer, and Qwuesta began to gather the forces that defended the border together. He did not realize the potential threat that over six hundred thousand Melforlian troop presented.
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The rebel leader Katamel stood up to the podium. In front of him, masses of people as far as the eye could see were gathered. He guessed there must be millions; Most of them were civilians, but many of them armed men.
“For too long, our ceaseless efforts have been ignored.” The microphone amplified his voice hundred-fold, and his voice carried easily through the Square of Unity. “For too long, the capital has taken what we toiled for without second thought to our families, our children. For too long, they have stolen from us. For too long, we have allowed this to take place!” He knew it wasn’t the most flowery speech, but words were paltry, to him. “We can’t allow this to continue. Even know, they sit with their wealth, without second thought to us, the exploited workers!”
“Today, we will change this. I don’t promise you a fast and easy way out. It will be long, and arduous. The bourgeois will not want to give up their serfs. But we have run out of options! No longer will we allow are children to go hungry because of their greed!” He knew most of what he said was a half-truth. No one starved under the Melforlian government. But Katamel did believe they needed to separate. Only then could they reach their full potential.
“The soldiers working the border have sided with us. We make our stand today. On this great day, the 34th of Meirn, we are independent. We are a separate country. Today, we are the United Provinces of D’kael!”
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As Prime Minister Hasmi watched Katamel’s face twist into a grim smile with his last statement, he could feel his own face twist into a sneer. Flicking the screen off, the crowd’s great roar was suddenly silenced. How could this have happened? Those fool countrymen thought they could just carve a chunk out of Melforlo? Furious, he threw open the door to his office. His secretary started, and blanched at the look on his face.
“Get me the General!”
By the time General Yalsti arrived, Hasmi had managed to cool himself considerably.
“You have heard, of course?”
“I have, sir.”
“How was this allowed to happen? Why wasn’t I informed earlier!” Realizing he was shouting, Hasmi once struggled to regain his composure.
“I have been trying to tell you about the displacement of the border guards for weeks now, sir. You tell me time and time again it is nothing to worry about.”
“What do you know, Yalsti?”
Sighing, the General takes a seat. The Prime Minister wasn’t going to like this one bit. “It appears 634 thousand troops have defected to the rebels side. I told you we should rotate the soldiers, before they get attached! A well, too late now.”
The blood drained from Hasmi’s face. “How dare you take that tone with me!” He began walking towards the General.
Rising, Yalsti stood face to face with the Prime Minister. Although they were similar in height, the General was much broader. “Hasmi, how dare you take that tone with me! From now on, you will do as I say. If the people find out that you weren’t rotating border shifts, if they find out you cut back the border guards pay, you will be lucky if there is enough left of you to be thrown away! From now on, you will do as I see fit, or I will see you deposed and exiled. Now sit down. This is what we are going to do.”
Hasmi couldn’t see how this was happening. He was glad to be told to sit down. His legs couldn’t have supported him.
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3 days later, rebel and National troops exchanged fire in the small town of Na’hael. Two patrols met. 4 soldiers were killed, as well as 3 civilians. The next day, Rebels took the town and began to hole up. Already 23 thousand civilians had been displaced. Some ran to the cities, but most ran out of the country up to Central and North America, or the western part of South America. National troops, eager to show their force, used Black Hawk helicopters to fire missiles on the town. 23 buildings were totally destroyed and many others severely damaged. 17 rebels were killed, and 2 choppers were downed.
That was the first, but far from the last, or the worst.
National forces stormed out of the capital, easily taking the northern and eastern flanks of the Rebels territory. The route to the capital was left deceptively open. The rebels didn’t take the bait. They had what they wanted, and saw no reason to go after more. It was decided that national troops would skirt the border and attempt to encircle the rebels and cut off international support of the rebels. Rebel troops counterattacked, and attempted to cut the flanking National troops off from their base of operations. Both parties crossed international borders during the fighting. Neither side was able to accomplish their goal. 3 thousand soldiers ended up dead, as well as 25 hundred civilians. This was all in the first one and a half weeks of fighting.
Across the Atlantic, the Melforlian Colony of Neo Portugal saw this as a perfect opportunity to gain their own independence. The disorganized rebels holed up in the mountains, and the Melforlian troops fired artillery and airstrikes against them. Civilians weren’t as able to flee the fighting, and 70 were killed in the crossfire. 34 rebels died, as well as 2 Melforlian troops. This fighting occurred right on the border of Spain, and some rounds crossed the border.
The first Melforlian civil war erupted.
ooc: can someone tell me how to do those fancy itallics in posts and stuff like that? please telegram me if you do. thanks.
They spoke to Prime Minister Ult-Quai, and he ignored them. He still controlled the popular vote, and could afford to ignore the disgruntled lower class. Times were good, for most. But the class gap was rapidly widening.
It took three years for the outlying provinces to begin talking among themselves. Prime Minister Ult-quai term came up, and Hasmi became the new leader of Melforlo. He was even more ignorant of the problems that were occurring at home, occupied as he was by the affairs in the Melforlian State of Neo Portugal. He was not alarmed when the three border provinces Guala, Narfer, and Qwuesta began to gather the forces that defended the border together. He did not realize the potential threat that over six hundred thousand Melforlian troop presented.
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The rebel leader Katamel stood up to the podium. In front of him, masses of people as far as the eye could see were gathered. He guessed there must be millions; Most of them were civilians, but many of them armed men.
“For too long, our ceaseless efforts have been ignored.” The microphone amplified his voice hundred-fold, and his voice carried easily through the Square of Unity. “For too long, the capital has taken what we toiled for without second thought to our families, our children. For too long, they have stolen from us. For too long, we have allowed this to take place!” He knew it wasn’t the most flowery speech, but words were paltry, to him. “We can’t allow this to continue. Even know, they sit with their wealth, without second thought to us, the exploited workers!”
“Today, we will change this. I don’t promise you a fast and easy way out. It will be long, and arduous. The bourgeois will not want to give up their serfs. But we have run out of options! No longer will we allow are children to go hungry because of their greed!” He knew most of what he said was a half-truth. No one starved under the Melforlian government. But Katamel did believe they needed to separate. Only then could they reach their full potential.
“The soldiers working the border have sided with us. We make our stand today. On this great day, the 34th of Meirn, we are independent. We are a separate country. Today, we are the United Provinces of D’kael!”
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As Prime Minister Hasmi watched Katamel’s face twist into a grim smile with his last statement, he could feel his own face twist into a sneer. Flicking the screen off, the crowd’s great roar was suddenly silenced. How could this have happened? Those fool countrymen thought they could just carve a chunk out of Melforlo? Furious, he threw open the door to his office. His secretary started, and blanched at the look on his face.
“Get me the General!”
By the time General Yalsti arrived, Hasmi had managed to cool himself considerably.
“You have heard, of course?”
“I have, sir.”
“How was this allowed to happen? Why wasn’t I informed earlier!” Realizing he was shouting, Hasmi once struggled to regain his composure.
“I have been trying to tell you about the displacement of the border guards for weeks now, sir. You tell me time and time again it is nothing to worry about.”
“What do you know, Yalsti?”
Sighing, the General takes a seat. The Prime Minister wasn’t going to like this one bit. “It appears 634 thousand troops have defected to the rebels side. I told you we should rotate the soldiers, before they get attached! A well, too late now.”
The blood drained from Hasmi’s face. “How dare you take that tone with me!” He began walking towards the General.
Rising, Yalsti stood face to face with the Prime Minister. Although they were similar in height, the General was much broader. “Hasmi, how dare you take that tone with me! From now on, you will do as I say. If the people find out that you weren’t rotating border shifts, if they find out you cut back the border guards pay, you will be lucky if there is enough left of you to be thrown away! From now on, you will do as I see fit, or I will see you deposed and exiled. Now sit down. This is what we are going to do.”
Hasmi couldn’t see how this was happening. He was glad to be told to sit down. His legs couldn’t have supported him.
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3 days later, rebel and National troops exchanged fire in the small town of Na’hael. Two patrols met. 4 soldiers were killed, as well as 3 civilians. The next day, Rebels took the town and began to hole up. Already 23 thousand civilians had been displaced. Some ran to the cities, but most ran out of the country up to Central and North America, or the western part of South America. National troops, eager to show their force, used Black Hawk helicopters to fire missiles on the town. 23 buildings were totally destroyed and many others severely damaged. 17 rebels were killed, and 2 choppers were downed.
That was the first, but far from the last, or the worst.
National forces stormed out of the capital, easily taking the northern and eastern flanks of the Rebels territory. The route to the capital was left deceptively open. The rebels didn’t take the bait. They had what they wanted, and saw no reason to go after more. It was decided that national troops would skirt the border and attempt to encircle the rebels and cut off international support of the rebels. Rebel troops counterattacked, and attempted to cut the flanking National troops off from their base of operations. Both parties crossed international borders during the fighting. Neither side was able to accomplish their goal. 3 thousand soldiers ended up dead, as well as 25 hundred civilians. This was all in the first one and a half weeks of fighting.
Across the Atlantic, the Melforlian Colony of Neo Portugal saw this as a perfect opportunity to gain their own independence. The disorganized rebels holed up in the mountains, and the Melforlian troops fired artillery and airstrikes against them. Civilians weren’t as able to flee the fighting, and 70 were killed in the crossfire. 34 rebels died, as well as 2 Melforlian troops. This fighting occurred right on the border of Spain, and some rounds crossed the border.
The first Melforlian civil war erupted.
ooc: can someone tell me how to do those fancy itallics in posts and stuff like that? please telegram me if you do. thanks.