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County of Nohrmarch,
Capital City of Redleaf,
The Grand Courthouse.
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The Great Oak leered over the marvelous stone and marble structure, red and orange leaves trickling down through its massive pillars and statues of great leaders. Several armed guards from the ICU's Foreign Legion lined up around the base of the courthouse, and surrounded the Prime Councilor's sides atop the beautiful, reflective marble balcony. Before him was a scroll, a tradition in the Union as things of an utmost important nature were often inscribed upon scrolls and fragile parchments. Paper files and the likes were left to companies, offices, school assignments, personal notes and such.

Prime Councilor Daniel Jacobs was an elderly man, roughly in his mid fifties, who valued tradition and heritage above all else. He was a full-blooded, native Ulfryaen after all. A conglomerate of unionists, council leaders, office managers and the like surrounded the outside courtyard the balcony loomed over. 

"Today, on the first day of Spring, a new law was put into effect." His voice, although cryptic at times, boomed over loudspeakers and echoed into the courtyard. It was as inspiring as it was intimidating, but he knew how to get the message across. "The people have voted! We will resume the valiant efforts of the Volunteer's League, and merge them with the Mindset Movement to continue providing cultural and economical benefits to our nation. Peace through action, and action through peace." 

As Jacobs retired into the courthouse, a clustered murmuring overwhelmed the courtyard. Many were confused as to the exact nature of such things, a total merger between the Volunteer's League and the Mindset Movement? Truly, it was to be a new era of enlightenment for the Union.

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Inside the Grand Courthouse, two hours later...
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"Ah, how can one not admire the many constellations, Adams?" Jacobs looked onward, appreciating the lack of lighting within the courtyard to look out upon the night sky. 

The two elderly gentlemen lounged back in their padded, oak-made lounge couch placed there shortly after the announcements. A marble table was put in front of them, with a bottle of sixty-year old wine and silver-lined goblets atop it. They were both of an ancient lineage between the Ulfryaens, the Adams and Jacobs once at war in the more primitive times, now at total peace and productivity together. Harold Adams spoke up, quite a bit older than Daniel Jacobs, his voice a tad withered and wavering, nonetheless still influential to this day.

"Prime Councilor of the Supreme Council. I often wonder what my ancestors would think of such a position for a Jacobs. Hah!" The wrinkled, gray-maned elder coughed off to the side, before pouring another glass of wine. "Seventy years old and still getting drunk. Boy does time fly, especially when your having fun!" The two chuckled, and drank to that statement.

"Look at this bottle, Harold." Daniel continued. "A decade older than me, a decade younger than you. Here we are, dressed in fine clothing, revealing the secrets of life to each other, whisking away something so aged in one night. Couldn't have been a better time, I always say." The two continued to drink and talk age-old philosophies, reminisce on ancient mythologies of Ulfryae and otherwise look back on their lives.

Down the long, winding corridor was three pairs of steel-toed boots storming down burgundy rugs and carpets, pictures of leaders passed and artwork commissioned for the courthouse halls. Three soldiers hiding behind gas masks, dressed in the uniform of the Foreign Legion, approached the balcony. One in the middle held a very symbolic Williamson Revolver in his hand, the two to his sides holding firm in their grasps U-V automatic rifles. Their steps were heard long before they reached the arch separating the balcony and the corridor, the old men brushing it off as an escort come to bring their drunken selves to bed. 

"Don't worry, gentlemen, we can find our own way home. No need for..." As the both of them glanced back for brevity's sake, what they saw befuddled them. 

"Soldier, there's no way a chemical scare breached the courthouse! Show yourselves, badge and ID! Commander! Joseph! Fredrick!" Jacobs shouted, with no reply.

"The Commander of the Supreme Council is dead, as are his subordinates. We cannot have a nation that prides itself on values aimed towards equality and justice for all, cultural exchanges for everyone." The soldier in the middle spoke. He spat at the mention of 'everyone'. "Ulfryae was a country founded on heritage, honour, clansmen and brothers. Me and my people refuse to call these outsiders brothers, they are not our equals. They are never to be trusted, they lay our wives and breed abominations of mixed races, they steal our livelihood and professions, they try to erase [i]our[/i] culture. No. Not anymore." 

Before the two men could object, speak their minds, or plead for mercy, two rounds were placed right into their skulls. Blood splattered over the marble ledge, spilling into the courtyard below as Adams and Jacobs lay face down on the balcony floor. The leading revolutionist took a long sip from the wine bottle, before tossing off into the streets.

"Death to the Mindset Movement! Death to all Unionists and Independents! Long Live Sacred Ulfryae!" The sound of automatic rifles disturbed the silence of the night sky, screams and shouts heard in the distance. The three soldiers slipped away in the shadows, sparking a grim, uncertain future for the Union.