Dominus Viturius
12-10-2007, 01:37
OOC: I’m back. My nation got deleted, so I created a new one. A cookie for anyone who can say who I used to be.
IC:
Blood.
Blood had run the streets of the capital in the civil war. Blood had run in the gutters, down the sewers, where rats and all sorts of vermin feasted on the bloated corpses that came from the Civil War. The War that had seen the last remnants of Tenarius’s regime fall.
Ever since the car bombings, ever since fall of the Yerellkov and the fall of the power of the army, war had raged on and off as factions made peace and then betrayed one another, as father killed son, brother killed brother, and everyone betrayed each other. But ultimately, despite their dreams and hopes, the Islamists were crushed, the Hatarian separitists were bayoneted and their heads were stuck on pikes, and the liberals were shot. For, to put it quite simply, the Empire had fallen under the rule of the Committee.
No one knew who was in the Committee. There were rumored to be three, seven, perhaps nine members at most. They never appeared in public, always sending a spokesman out for them. But there were men of immense power, of immense wealth, and out of nowhere they had come, fielding private armies that had crushed the other rebels and sent the Islamists back again to the Western mountains. It was known that they had set up power in Amor, the old capital, but aside from that, much had changed.
To begin with, the traces of nationalism were being destroyed. The old nation was renamed Dominus Viturius, a name to which no one could figure out where such a name had come from. Members who were loyal to the power of the old Empire were shot and put in ghettos, and a new secret police, the Presence, was established, an organization that had made even the ancient Blackwolf Guards seem obsolete. Terror was a mandatory power of the Committee’s rule, as they shot and destroyed all who stood in their way.
And yet, despite the terror, the people were secure, and even to a degree content. For the Committee had largely left the people alone, continuing and even augmenting the ancient capitalist tradition of the old Empire. The Committee interfered little in the lives of ordinary citizens- that is, with the exception of keeping order and squelching any thoughts of rebellion.
But having finished much of the job domestically, the Committee decided to look outward. Despite some concerns, the Committee sent telegrams to the old friends of the Empire, particulary the Blackhelm Confederacy. It was hoped that friendly terms would be soon be established, and all would be well for the Committee
IC:
Blood.
Blood had run the streets of the capital in the civil war. Blood had run in the gutters, down the sewers, where rats and all sorts of vermin feasted on the bloated corpses that came from the Civil War. The War that had seen the last remnants of Tenarius’s regime fall.
Ever since the car bombings, ever since fall of the Yerellkov and the fall of the power of the army, war had raged on and off as factions made peace and then betrayed one another, as father killed son, brother killed brother, and everyone betrayed each other. But ultimately, despite their dreams and hopes, the Islamists were crushed, the Hatarian separitists were bayoneted and their heads were stuck on pikes, and the liberals were shot. For, to put it quite simply, the Empire had fallen under the rule of the Committee.
No one knew who was in the Committee. There were rumored to be three, seven, perhaps nine members at most. They never appeared in public, always sending a spokesman out for them. But there were men of immense power, of immense wealth, and out of nowhere they had come, fielding private armies that had crushed the other rebels and sent the Islamists back again to the Western mountains. It was known that they had set up power in Amor, the old capital, but aside from that, much had changed.
To begin with, the traces of nationalism were being destroyed. The old nation was renamed Dominus Viturius, a name to which no one could figure out where such a name had come from. Members who were loyal to the power of the old Empire were shot and put in ghettos, and a new secret police, the Presence, was established, an organization that had made even the ancient Blackwolf Guards seem obsolete. Terror was a mandatory power of the Committee’s rule, as they shot and destroyed all who stood in their way.
And yet, despite the terror, the people were secure, and even to a degree content. For the Committee had largely left the people alone, continuing and even augmenting the ancient capitalist tradition of the old Empire. The Committee interfered little in the lives of ordinary citizens- that is, with the exception of keeping order and squelching any thoughts of rebellion.
But having finished much of the job domestically, the Committee decided to look outward. Despite some concerns, the Committee sent telegrams to the old friends of the Empire, particulary the Blackhelm Confederacy. It was hoped that friendly terms would be soon be established, and all would be well for the Committee