### 26 years prior


The road had been long and bloody. They had slowly taken town by town, eventually cities. But the victories they had won were hard achieved. A mountain of corpses had piled because of the blood conflict both sides had suffered staggering losses. Before Goren had been entrusted with the command of the Rebellion he was a Sergeant for the Royal forces, up for execution for angering a nobleman above him, he was rescued by a surprise attack on the fortress he was held in. After being freed he pledged himself to the rebellion, and began to help train the newer recruits after stellar progress he was made an officer, and began to assist in the invasion. After a few years he’d gained favor and rank within the rebellion, while on his way to a meeting he was ambushed by two enemy squads, the few men he had managed to fend of the attackers. By the time he arrived to the meeting he discovered that they had been betrayed, all of the upper command had been slain, or mortally wounded. With his new promotion to Grand Counselor, it had left him to be the highest ranking person in the rebellion. The next few weeks were a mess and they had loss a few key battles. After regaining control they restarted their war effort with doubled fever. As the loss of the Rebellion leaders sank in the people began to fight harder wanting to avenge those who threw away their title, their lives to help free them from the oppression of the Royal family.  Grand Commander Gorren rebuilt his Upper command from those who he had served with previously. All of them with plenty of  years of military experience. The next year months were filled with victory, as the end of the war seemed in sight. They were approaching the Capital city from all sides, the troops were worn, but the loyalists seemed to be ready to end the fighting. Their troops were dwindling and as they lost cities they also lost conscripts they could draft. Even the conscripts they had were flakey frequently abandoning their post or defecting to the rebellion. With each victory they gained weapons, and ammunition. The Loyalist army’s supplies dwindled, and they slowly began to starve in their own cities. Gorren ordered food to be smuggled into sieged cities for the people. Gorren sought for every opportunity to help the masses of the enemy, to win them to his side. He was so effect at turning the people against the Royal family that sometimes they would arrive at a city which had been overthrown by those who lived within. They’d stop for the night to help celebrate the victory with their denizens.   

The morning of the final push was frost covered, the winter was losing its grasp on the land. It was eerily quiet for those who were standing watch on the city barricades, a dense fog had rolled in from the nearby lake. These were the days that everyone loathed. The rebels had been testing their defenses for days, small attacks, burning a check points. It was slowly wearing on the nerves of the defending army. The Guard on duty squinted into fog, trying to pierce its protective cover.  Nearly at the same time he noticed the smoke trail headed towards him. When the rocket exploded, hundreds of men and women came running from the fog, brandishing rifles, spears, and other weapons which could be found. The first Gate was overwhelmed with little to no casualties. It was the street to street fighting which slowed down the assault. As the battle waged on, the loyalist perimeter fell slowly backwards towards the palace. Only twenty blocks away they began to stall the invaders. Their men had taken heavy losses but it seemed that both sides couldn’t push forwards. They both built makeshift barricades to keep the other either in or out. Mid afternoon the rebels began to push again throwing themselves against the sandbags of the loyalists, they fought tooth and nail knowing this could be the end of the oppression. 

Guard captain Yauls, stood behind his men. They had made a makeshift wall inwhich they were firing liberally at the rebels. They couldn’t seem to advance. He picked up the Radio transmitter and held the receiver to his ear._ “Headquarters, Guard Captain Yauls, we’ve slowed the enemy forces to a halt again, though we’re running low on ammo. I need reinforcements and supplies to keep them at bay any longer.”_ A moment later a dry and nasely voice replied _“Guard Captain Yauls, Quartermaster Tremeth. We can’t deliver you any supplies or reinforcements. We’re fortifying the Palace walls for the inevitable siege.”_ Yauls was dumbfounded as he waited for further orders, hoping to hear a retreat. _“Guard Captain Yauls, the king has ordered all of the defenders outside of the wall to sacrifice their lives in order to buy us time. God bless you Captain, make your king proud.”_ The worst possible news. He looked to his men who all seemed to be as pale as him. This was their end. In the distance the roar of an engine could be heard, and the soft plink sound. As the sound grew closer, the rebels began to pull their barricade apart opening a large hole. Revealing an old model tank, it had been months since the Kingdom had, had any armor support. _“They’ve got a God Damned tank”_ Was all he could get out. Its main cannon erupted sending a high explosive shell into their ranks. None of the men at the checkpoint survived. This is how the rest of the battle went. Advancing slowly behind the armor which had showed up from the rear. They took the Palace in a day with help from artillery they had captured. The next week the King was executed on crimes against his people, and Gorren was successfully placed in power. At first he had refused but was soon swayed by a vote of the upper command. In turn he elected three others to help govern the massive territory they had conquered. The rest of the royal family had been exiled. 

### Present Day


All Father Gorren, spent a majority of his day attending to public matters. He had two sons, a daughter and a beautiful wife. What little time he could spare he spent it with them. One son had enrolled in the military academy, and his daughter was going to school to become a doctor. He was more than enthused with their life choices. While his youngest was too young to strike out on his own he often attended meetings with his father. Gorren had invested his own money in several buisnesses which had boomed as the years ticked by. He used his own money from this to help pay the debt of the Rebellion. While using the imperiums money to help rebuild the country.  On this particular day the main topic was of the recent broadcast sent by the RSI. The rules in the Oussian Imperium were very straight forwards. They believed in freedom, and looked to The all father as a guide, he made a few laws and removed many from the old kingdom. He allowed free trade, Freedom of speech, freedom to own weapons, and freedom to religion. He was seen as a father figure to almost all, and often times went out of his way to assist a city, or to assist a group of people. It mattered not who they were or what they stood for. If he could help he would. It was what the Oussian people had fought for many years ago and what they stood for. 

His council was staffed with people from almost every walk of life, rich, poor, middle class, people from every city and town almost. It was a total of 350, people. They sat in an assembly hall which they carried out their business. It was a semi complicated matter as at first everyone sat and listened to the All Father on national issues, on amendments to the laws, and on the state of the Imperium. Then one at a time in a slow fashion those with complaints would line up, after that was addressed it was then, those with ideas for the cities, towns, provinces or the imperium as a whole. Once it was all done, if they were not happy with the choice they could seek further council with the Grand Council, who then would voice it back to the All Father.  And today there was only one topic it seemed. The RSI, should they bar these people from the land, should they allow them in? What were they to do. After an entire day of debate they had decided. If people wanted refuge they could seek it in The Oussian Imperium. They were allowed to enter the Country as long as they registered, and made the government officials aware of their presence. If they were to carry out acts of terror they would then be barred from the lands. It was put to a vote and 311 of the council voted for. 

All Father Gorren slowly stood, his eyes swept the room. _“People of the Oussian Imperium, I have given blood, money, and sweat to these lands to see them prosper as they have been. Many of us lost loved ones, and friends twenty years ago. I ask you that you do not encourage their actions, but only give people shelter. They will register with the Census, and then we will build  temporary housing for the people so that they may live with a roof over their heads. There will be a small chunk of farmland included so they may grow their own food. I ask of you, who here has land enough for this and is willing to sell?”_ A moment of silence then several hands rose. _“Please see me afterwards. As of now, you are dismissed if you have complaints see me after.”_ He bartered for a while with the four men, and eventually came to a fair agreement. He bought their land with his personal money, then addressed the issues the others had. After he headed to the new Capitol building. He drafted a simple letter addressed to the RSI it read _**Giving refuge to those in their times of trouble.Would like to set up a meeting - The People of The Oussian Imperium.**_  He had it brought to the mailroom where it would be sent out the following day. An uneasy feeling crept up his spine as he thought about the radical message they had sent out. He would increase their military to its full strength tomorrow. This peace offering could also paint a target on the back of the Oussian Imperium.