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Tileesa hamlet, Dovia

A community home to just a couple of hundred yeomen farmers and minor land owners, Tileesa had virtually no contact with the outside world, a condition not exactly alien across the land of ten peoples. Dovia was a small land of mountains bounded on two sides by significantly larger lands amongst the ten, and on another by the sea. Foreigners didn’t come to Dovia. Few ever came to any of the lands, and certainly none had seen Tileesa in living memory. Most of the hamlet relied upon deadwood for heating and cooking, and while there existed a few rarely filled generators, only one house was on the electrical mains.

That house belonged to Andrija and Miroslava Goranov, and was clearly larger and of superior construction when compared to anything else in the little community. That was before so many of the others fell into disrepair or were repossessed or torched.

Now a congregation of ragged locals, their faces sunken, swaggered from the pestilent heart of the hamlet and advanced upon the shining white hillside sprawl of the Goranov home.

“It’s all over for us! Come out, come out and face us!” Cried one pale young man, a burning torch in one hand, the other balled into a shaking fist. It was so from cold, hunger, and fear more than rage, which itself was more than he could sustain after so long. His shouts were echoed by hills and comrades alike as people began to throw rocks and debris towards the hated estate.

“Come on, before it’s too late!”
“We’ll have them, yet! It’s their turn!”

Those who could and those who dared began to rush the outer grounds before another shrieked in warning- soldiers were arriving!

Sure enough, two trucks and an armoured personnel carrier as well as a single helicopter could from the hillside vantage point be seen approaching. They were sent from bordering Zelenoslavia to rescue Miroslava Goranov and her husband, and that they did, spiriting the pair away aboard the helicopter while fading gunfire below tolled the last for the fourteen strong mob.

Less than an hour later, from the tacky penthouse of the Popular Hotel in the Dovian capital of Zamakograde, Mrs. Goranov could make-out the hamlet’s spirit rising from the hills in a spiral of black smoke. It was good to be finally rid of that awful rural backwater. Near by her red-faced husband sat shaking on the edge of the bed, a miniature bottle of whisky chattering against the glass he held under it. He couldn’t look at his wife until she forced his attention to scald him about the state he was in, “...sweat patches all over your shirt! For God’s sake, go and shower, I’ll call a maid to dry clean this... no, we’ll buy you a new one... ten new ones...” she ranted on as he shuffled into the en suite bathroom.

He heard the television being switched on and listened as he lent over the sink and tried as he looked at himself in the mirror to stop the shaking.

“...Dovia’s accession to the Unity Republic effectively completes the joining of the ten peoples. President Bojan Javoric speaking from the Zelenoslavian capital, Velikograde, says that Chairman Plamen Stojakovic will declare the Socialist Unity Republic of Zapadslavia this afternoon, and utters the immortal words, ‘only unity serves the west.’ In related news, disunity advocates in Dovia today attacked security forces who were assigned to protect the president’s sister...”

Andrija let out something between a sigh and a sob, turning the squeaky tap and cupping water to his face while his wife directed chastisement at her attackers, though the hotel television.

Socialistina Sloga Republika Zapadslavia was by nightfall a self-declared nation, the ten lands of ten peoples united under the Javoric government at Velikograde, whether they liked it or not.

(Four views? Up with you!)

(Presently waiting on a password to some shared hosting so that we all may bask in the glory of MS Paint map of Zapadslavia. Until later, one last round of views before we soldier on.)

Welcome, welcome! I hope that your fledgeling nation will grow. But for the time being, would you like to sign a Mutual Defence pact with us?

Baron Manfred von Konan
Minister for Foreign Affairs

OOC: Congrats on an excellent first post btw.

(Thank you!)

Velikograde

The Zelenoslavian capital was by now established as the heart of the new Socialist Unity-Republic that covered all ten of the western lands. President Bojan Javoric was driving through his reforms, organising trade and industry according to his design, re-shaping whole communities before the bayonets of the Zapadslav Unity Army. That too was shaken-up to suit his grand vision for unity under one nation, national self-sufficiency, and competitive production there by.

The Party received von Konan’s communiqué and, in good time, responded in excessively polite tones, without ever really making clear whether Velikograde had agreed to a mutual defence pact. It was certainly friendly, but in truth the sheltered lands and their leader, Javoric, didn’t believe themselves threatened from without. If pushed, the President would try to achieve a pact that protected statehood and government against internal as much as external threats.

Meanwhile, the first map –basic though it was- to depict a single nation where once stood ten was printed in Zapadslavia.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/Chivtv/NS1/zapadslaviamap.jpg

Chairman Plamen Stojakovic reads on the Party’s consultation with the President

Across the newly created SSRZ radios and televisions tuned in to catch the Chairman’s speech. From Planinask-Toranjina to Herznia people were hungry for information. The Zelenoslavians had been building unity ever since Javoric came to power there, and nobody was quite sure how he planned to proceed now that the ten nations were one.

The Chairman’s address dealt with the future of the armed forces and the quite radical reform to be implemented with regards to agriculture, industry, and the way they conducted trade between the ten republics. The federal government in Zelenoslavia’s capital, Velikograde, was to have a much bigger say in what went where, that much was clear. It was in order to maintain the balances between the internal republics and to ensure equality in unity, apparently.

More centrally was placed the general issue of unity in the grand Unity-Republic, with much emphasis being upon the notion of ten republics and ten peoples together.

An unnamed village on the outskirts of the city of Javovo, Herznia

“It’s good! Strong! No more in-fighting, now everybody can share, and we all get along. Ten peoples are strong!” Said Mr. Georgatis, raising a beer to the television set. “I like this Bojan, and this Plamen, they are doing what the old politicians were too weak for!

“What are you doing?” He asked, straining his neck, unwilling to get out of his armchair.

“There’s something going on outside, dad! Can I go and see?”

“What? What is going on? Huh? Oh, please yourself, just don’t bring in mud, eh?”

Outside the Georgatis household, a mob was newly arrived, having just visited another home at the other side of the village.

“There’s one of them now!” Shouted one amongst the mob. “Oh, it’s just the child.” Said another, and the boy soon fled when he began to realise the mood of the congregation, not thinking to shout to his family inside.

“Come out, foreigner!” The crowd chanted, soon regurgitating selected parts of the Chairman’s speech, which had concluded only moments earlier. Mr. Georgatis presented himself at the front door with a look of considerable bewilderment on his face and a can of cheap lager in his hand. “What? Who are you? What’s wrong?” He asked, assuming that there was some sort of emergency for resolution of which extra hands were needed.

“Nothing’s wrong! We’ve got everything we want!” “And we... none of us want you stealing it!” “Foreigner!”

“What? What are you saying? I am Herznian! I lived here since I was born! Haven’t you heard the Chairman? We’re united, now, all of us!”

“Ha! All ten of us!” “Since when were Greeks one of the ten peoples?”

Mr. Georgatis’ on going protests were delivered to deaf ears as mob rule ran rampant. He soon realised, to his horror, that down the street he could see a house burning and that it belonged to another Greek family. He didn’t know them well, but his wife told him about them, once. The Georgatis house was soon in the same state, and its occupants dead within, the father having been driven back inside before the building was razed. His young son had been chased down by local boys of ethnic Herznian and other native Zapadslavian families and pelted with stones, sticks, and bottles until he fell into a drainage ditch and lay until he was discovered, drowned, the next day.

Similar scenes continued to play out across Herznia, and to a lesser degree the neighbouring republic of Albovina and isolated parts of other united republics. Greeks were not alone in being targeted, anybody perceived as external to the ten peoples faced at least some risk of being attacked or abused.

Police investigations rarely lead anywhere, except where victims were long-standing figures of wealth and influence, and these people would not be long before finding themselves demoted or their wealth repossessed by the central government.


(Since this thread doesn't really have the single-event focus of some others, I'll explain that it is just generally going to run with the step by step changes in Zapadslavia's ten republics. This will be until I get a bit better known and/or get into some other threads, I suppose. It's this or start half a dozen new threads to cover each of our many problems!)

Foreigners advised to leave Zapadslavia, "for their own good" as new national identity rages into being

(A bump with a link to the related thread on the matter of the Zapadslav constitution and some of its immediate impact upon the ten republics http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=382449 )

Bojan Javoric to be celebrated in restructuring of Velikograde!

Bojan Javoric, first President of Socialistina Sloga-Republika Zapadslavia, has in these first months of nationhood done much to cement his reputation as founding father of the Unity-Republic. He is, according to state media, the man who ended generations of ethnic division in the ten lands of ten people, and the only man with strength, character, and vision enough to secure that unity and with it the peace, to bring prosperity to each of the ten lands. He is the man most able to root-out the causes of past troubles so that the people may be empowered to destroy them.

Javoric is no king such as the ones of old, who ruled many of the ten lands for an upper-class elite and buried problems deep within the lands so that ordinary men struggled to find them and were driven to fight one another. He seeks to destroy problems rather than to use them against the labour classes.

Press surrounding the recently drafted constitution (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=382449), Javoric’s first five year plan, and the restructuring of old Velikograde has made much of the President’s reported family links in numerous of Zapadslavia’s ten republics. Evidently an effort to avoid making the Zeneloslavian Republic look like the conqueror some have called it and to stress Unity rather than assimilation, these links have been criticised as, “dubious”. The accusations have been made mainly by scholars since –coincidentally- discovered to have been conservative, religious, fascist, or otherwise disunionist in their sympathies, who have as such been completely discredited (and ruined).

At the heart of the Zapadslavian Socialist Unity-Republic’s capital of Velikograde in the Zelenoslav Republic a great statue of Bojan Javoric is to crown the grand restructuring of the city. So as to promote unity, similar, slightly smaller statues are planned for later erection in the provincial capitals of each of the nine other republics that constitute the Union. This centrepiece of Javorist socialist reconstruction is to measure just over seventy-foot tall, and will dominate the old city, which presently lacks any modern high-rise buildings.

(Up for interest. Darn slow holiday period. Bad timing.)

(Perhaps, if there's no interest this time around, it is time to kill something for attention :) )