[u][b]Fibor Dynasty[/b][/u]
[b]Northern Province - Oni shanty town.[/b]
	The word of revolutions and fighting for independence took a few weeks before it reached the northern province. It had purposely been done by noble family in charge to keep the oni population in the dark for as long as possible. However when word had arrived it had spread quickly throughout the entire oni population. The oni had long lived in poverty and word of nations fighting for freedom resonated with one particular oni who did not fear the ogres. A male oni by name of Skul who still was in prime of his life at age of ninety. He had painted his red face with white and climbed on top of a crate in the town square. Those walking about would gather around as Skul would begin to speak.

	Skul "Our time is now! Across the sea others are fighting and we too can fight! Do not forget it is the ogres who came to OUR land and took it for themselves! This land is oni land and it will never be ogre land! Follow me and we will march upon the foul governors castle and burn it to the ground!"

	The younger oni in the gathered crowd would cheer then they would rush off to tell others and gather what weapons they could. The Fibor Dynasty had been in control for a few centuries and oni couldn't afford newer produced guns so most only had very old muskets passed down through families. While everyone was preparing to marsh a flag would be painted. The flag would be red with a white skull on it to symbolize the one who was speaking Skul. By time everyone was prepared was around two hundred oni that would march out from the shanty town. It would take them a week at best to reach governor but they planned to stop at any village or twon them came across to try and recruit more.
[img]https://i.imgur.com/cry6CNp.png?1[/img]<--Flag of oni rebels

[b]Northern Province - Governors Castle.[/b]
	Word had traveled fast over radio about the oni acting up in one of the mining towns. The governors castle was built up high on a plateau that let it overlook the surrounding area, highest point in the northern province. The castle itself a relic of the past having been built centuries ago though kept in working order with minor upgrades over the years. Governor Hathre was seated in his office sharpening his sword as a messenger waited to hear orders. Both the messenger and Hathre were half ogres. The minor noble family that acted as governor of the northern province was entirely half ogres. 
	Hathre "If the vermin are gonna march to my castle then they will learn the price. Send soldiers to gather the elders from nearby villages and prepare the guns. Also no word of the oni acting up must reach the ears of the king or greater noble families. I will handle this spectacularly. I will go down in history for my brilliance in handling this. Now leave me be."
	The messenger would just give a nod before leaving quickly. Once alone Hathre would stop sharpening his sword and would laugh. It was all legend to him, the tales of fighting the oni and taking control of northern part of this island. How he wished to of been born in those times so he could participated in the fighting. Now he finally would get to fight like in stories he heard as a child. Hathre would look to the oni skull mounted on the wall of his office. It was if the stories he was told as child were correct the last oni king of this northern part of the island. He would add whoever started this rebellion to the wall. He would crush the rebellious spirit of the oni through brute force.

[b]Grand Palace of the King - Great Hall[/b]
	Talks had been very heated on topic of exactly how to respond to everything that was happening. Despite agreeing that independence should be the goal the talks were going in a circle for a while. One point would be brought up then another point that would lead back into previous point resulting in just repeating arguments. It was frustrating for all involved. The encrypted telegrams once decrypted did sway talks into siding with Olarth for a few days however the talks would go in a new direction suddenly. A new idea was brought up by the kings older brother Tiyel. By ogre standards Tiyel was a bit eccentric but his idea of simply declaring neutrality was a bold suggestion. Talks would immediately go in direction towards this neutrality idea. Not picking a side at all. It would be Tiyel who would bring up that independence was already a thing technically. With this civil war ongoing the original government that Fibor Dynasty was vassal to was not around. So in effort to remain neutral trade relations would be unchanged until one side claims victory. It would benefit the Fibor Dynasty to keep up trade with both sides. Changing diplomatic relations would go on hold as well and the Yllendyr currency would still be used for trade. However construction would begin on the ships that were restricted in number previously to increase strength of the defensive fleet. It was hoped that trading with everyone would prolong the civil war into the winter for southern continent.