[center][b][h3][color=steelblue]The Glorious Boletarian Commonwealth[/color][/h3][/b]
[color=steelblue][b]January 1836[/b][/color][/center]

[i][b]King Alorik II.
Wrenclaw, Capital of Boletaria. The Imperial Palace. [/b][/i]

Alorik Veliko, second of his name and king of Boletaria. Gazed through the paneled windows of the Imperial Palace, watching the torrent of snow raging beyond the glass across the capital city of Wrenclaw. A true Boletarian blizzard, general winter making himself known once more before marking the end of a year, and the dawn of a new one. The ships across the harbor of the Polak straight, the Commonwealth's only connection to the ocean, remained docked as snow blanketed the now stationary vessels, only to be awoken again when the blizzard and snows relented it's icy grip. Likewise, the Boletarian army had been demobilized with only the most essential and hardiest remaining at their stations across the border frontiers. There was something so pure during the harsh winter months, where only but the most important of problems ebed away, replaced instead with keeping warm and remaining. 

Naturally, a man of his station had it easier. Nursing a warm cup of Nehalenian tea, a small strand of steam whisking up into the air, as he watched the now white city before him. Over the four years of his rule, King Alorik II has made some hypocritical, diplomatic moves on the grand stage, at-least when they are viewed side by side, nevertheless each has been made to the benefit of his own great nation. The first was selling cannons and muskets to the Grand Kingdom of Schulstein as they attempt reclaim lost land to the Duchy of Fulric in it's war for Independence. Whilst also looking to increase it's relations with the Kingdom of Vressia, after already being on friendly terms after aiding them with clothes, arms and supplies being supplied to them across the channel in their own war against Solvig. In the late days of December, envoys had been sent to either nation, requesting their presence at the Imperial Palace of Boletaria, to discuss diplomacy and the future. Not soon after, the King had agreed to send an ambassador to the Oslad Federation where talks of the Treaty of Valish would commence. As soon as the snow would relent, the Ambassador would be on his way. When it would however, no-one knew. However a signed parchment announcing that the Ambassador would be attending, managed to be sent before the full wrath of winter could commence.

[i][x] Ambassador Vihren Kolarov of the Boletarian Commonwealth[/i]

There was now this potentially international crisis in the Second Kingdom of Murelia. A revolutionary movement it's own king had failed to control. As the closest major power to the kingdom in peril, no doubt the world looked to the Commonwealth to act. And act it would.


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[b][center]The King's Summons[/center][/b]

King Alorik II, blessed be him by the Saint. Beckons for the honorable Grand King Marwick Ludwig Donitz IV of the Grand Kingdom of Schulstein, and King Paul IX of the Kingdom of Vressia, to his Imperial Palace in Wrenclaw in order to discuss diplomacy, at the utmost of haste when travel and safety can be assured. 

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[b][center]JARELIAN INDEPENDENCE CRISIS[/center][/b]

Public statement by King Alorik II of Boletaria.

[i]"To allow this revolutionary movement to remain would be a grave error, to support it even more so. The consequences of which will threaten to tear down society as we know it. Any nation which supports this movement oversees the destruction of their own governance. The Boletarian Commonwealth pledges it's support to the rightful King of Murelia appointed by Divine mandate, not by some unfounded ideals!"[/i]

Be damned with subtlety, the world would know where the Commonwealth would stand. And it would be with the righteous.