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Itherae
“Move,” a quiet voice whispered, the sound of foots hitting stone muffled by snow as winter came to stay in the northern reaches of the Empire. Six men moved through the streets and alleys of Tarnsburg, moving towards their objective with as much silence as they could. Each wore heavy clothing, helping to block out the freezing temperatures of the night. Tydeus was one of the agents the Triple I had sent to attack to factory, knowing full well there was no guard or civilian who would be put in the middle of the night while winter checked in. His blackened locks showed under a small cap, yet any other facial features other than his dark brown eyes shown due to the scarf wrapped firmly around his head.
Their target was in sight as they rounded the corner, the Styrworks factory which had fueled the Tyrian war machine against their brothers in Itherae. It must be taken down, a message must be sent that no one was safe by a promise that a rogue wolf had made to his blind followers. Tydeus took the lead checking if the area was clear before signaling for his compatriots to follow him, before attempting to open the door. He took out a lock picking kit before setting to work, though he was making good progress, a much larger man ushered Tydeus to the side before kicking the door. It had barely budged, but the larger man did it once more, then twice, then a third before the door caved in.
The six rushed inside and rushed to get the supplies they had brought into position, the place would go up like a bonfire. “This is too easy,” another agent chimed in, the other laughing in delight as they quickly finished their work. “Well boys, you know what they say, if you can't kill the wolf, wound him,” the same agent stated before lighting a match and setting fire to the place. They ran out and turned to watch the building quickly turn into a malfunctioning oven, no artillery pieces would be made here.
They all laughed and hollered their success to the world before running off into the night, back to the outpost in which they had come. “I can't believe how smoothly that went,” one laughed to Tydeus, Giles, nudging the him.
“Yeah, hard to believe, but I bet the public’s reaction will be much better,” Tydeus said nonchalantly, opening the door to the shared bunk room. He sat on his bed, getting his boots off and unwrapping himself of the heavy clothing. “You know, the tavern isn't far from here, we could go grab a pint for our victory,” he said to the others.
“No, we need to stay and wait for another attack, we can celebrate when we are free, Ty,” Giles said, stretching. “Besides, we wouldn't want to spoil the public’s fun, let them get over the shock of it first!,” the large man laughed before laying in his own bed. He had fallen asleep almost instantaneously, dreams of freedom coming to his mind.
Yet, Tydeus could not sleep, being a man born in Tyro-Redania, he did not know what to do with his life once the war ended. If the Republic lost then he would likely be found and executed for treason, yet if they won then he may be separated from his Tyrian wife who was residing in Aetoria. That was his dilemma, a fact he would have to cope with, keeping his second life hidden from her for as long as he could. The only reason he had joined the Triple I was to be apart of something where he wouldn't be treated any different from another man. It was hard to say, but after the murder of one of his close friends over year ago, it was hard to be in favor of the Empire.
Slowly he drifted into a dreamless slumber, wanting nothing more than to have the best of both worlds.
The Job
“Move,” a quiet voice whispered, the sound of foots hitting stone muffled by snow as winter came to stay in the northern reaches of the Empire. Six men moved through the streets and alleys of Tarnsburg, moving towards their objective with as much silence as they could. Each wore heavy clothing, helping to block out the freezing temperatures of the night. Tydeus was one of the agents the Triple I had sent to attack to factory, knowing full well there was no guard or civilian who would be put in the middle of the night while winter checked in. His blackened locks showed under a small cap, yet any other facial features other than his dark brown eyes shown due to the scarf wrapped firmly around his head.
Their target was in sight as they rounded the corner, the Styrworks factory which had fueled the Tyrian war machine against their brothers in Itherae. It must be taken down, a message must be sent that no one was safe by a promise that a rogue wolf had made to his blind followers. Tydeus took the lead checking if the area was clear before signaling for his compatriots to follow him, before attempting to open the door. He took out a lock picking kit before setting to work, though he was making good progress, a much larger man ushered Tydeus to the side before kicking the door. It had barely budged, but the larger man did it once more, then twice, then a third before the door caved in.
The six rushed inside and rushed to get the supplies they had brought into position, the place would go up like a bonfire. “This is too easy,” another agent chimed in, the other laughing in delight as they quickly finished their work. “Well boys, you know what they say, if you can't kill the wolf, wound him,” the same agent stated before lighting a match and setting fire to the place. They ran out and turned to watch the building quickly turn into a malfunctioning oven, no artillery pieces would be made here.
They all laughed and hollered their success to the world before running off into the night, back to the outpost in which they had come. “I can't believe how smoothly that went,” one laughed to Tydeus, Giles, nudging the him.
“Yeah, hard to believe, but I bet the public’s reaction will be much better,” Tydeus said nonchalantly, opening the door to the shared bunk room. He sat on his bed, getting his boots off and unwrapping himself of the heavy clothing. “You know, the tavern isn't far from here, we could go grab a pint for our victory,” he said to the others.
“No, we need to stay and wait for another attack, we can celebrate when we are free, Ty,” Giles said, stretching. “Besides, we wouldn't want to spoil the public’s fun, let them get over the shock of it first!,” the large man laughed before laying in his own bed. He had fallen asleep almost instantaneously, dreams of freedom coming to his mind.
Yet, Tydeus could not sleep, being a man born in Tyro-Redania, he did not know what to do with his life once the war ended. If the Republic lost then he would likely be found and executed for treason, yet if they won then he may be separated from his Tyrian wife who was residing in Aetoria. That was his dilemma, a fact he would have to cope with, keeping his second life hidden from her for as long as he could. The only reason he had joined the Triple I was to be apart of something where he wouldn't be treated any different from another man. It was hard to say, but after the murder of one of his close friends over year ago, it was hard to be in favor of the Empire.
Slowly he drifted into a dreamless slumber, wanting nothing more than to have the best of both worlds.
Itherae
Hopes were high after the First Battle of Aegoria, the men waited for orders to assault the enemy lines and crush them just as the had in the war games that had occurred months earlier. Yet, orders for an offensive had never come, rather they were continued to be told to be on the defensive, never to counter attack or move from position. While it was infuriating to some, they bit their tongue and followed the orders of their higher ups, none would defect or dare cause an uproar. Then it happened again, a heavy bombardment hit them, and it was much harder than the last, men dying in droves as shells fell from the sky.
Hours past and men grouped together in the best spots to avoid artillery fire, other simply spreading out to lower the chances of getting hit by a rogue shell. It was a hell, bit they would endure for they what was fighting back the enemy. Then the artillery stopped and the true fighting began, Itheraens firing upon the approaching Tyrian offenders, gunning them down as their boots hit the ground. It was the bloodiest sight, kilometers of bodies lining the soil until the enemy had truly had the chance to engage them. One Itheraen footman recalls his role in the battle as, ”...the bloodiest thing I have ever seen, men falling in droves. I killed at least ten of them with my rifle, the ammo began running scarce. I, unfortunately, was in the Farnau Plateau.”
The skirmish at the plateau is likely to be remembered by both sides as the most brutal conflict in the war, men fighting each other with blades or improvised weapons. Yet, while the Itheraens had superior training, the Tyrian army had numbers, overwhelming the Itheraen position yet sustaining heavy casualties from that alone before properly dislodging the dug in soldiers. A Tyrian would later state, ”I remember watching my brother get stabbed by an Itheraen bayonet, I remember an enemy’s head being bashed in with a rock. I don't want to remember these things, I don't want to remember the war. Yet, I wear the scars for I was one of the lucky ones who received medical attention after having my arm cut off by an Itheraen sword.”
This is why the Second Battle of Aegoria was remembered as the most brutal conflict in the Continent as not even the Zellonian-Oslad War saw this kind of savagery. It is likely to be a conflict that will be largely be seen as something that was not an act of man, but animals, animals who were fighting tooth and nail to kill the other. Many men on both sides will be remembered for their heroic sacrifices to their respective nations over a pointless war.
“It has come to my attention that the tragedy at the Second battle of Aegoria, not just for the losses of my fellow Itheraens, but also the loss of the Tyrians and the Redanians. While we may not have time for mourning these men, I would like to release a statement. As nightfall does not come at once, neither does oppression. In both instances, there is a twilight when everything remains seemingly unchanged, and it is in such a twilight that we all must be most aware of change in the air - however slight - lest we become unwitting victims of darkness. There are many cases of this oppression within the Tyro-Redanian Empire, the Itheraens and the right of freedom, the Voskiyan right to religious freedoms, and even the Redanian right to lead themselves. It is the wolf that oppressed these rights, forcing them, not representing the will of the people but the will of himself and his own gains. It is the Wolfram who does this and more! It is the Wolfram who encourages Itheraens to hate against their brothers and sisters of the Republic.
Hate is not a way for us to live as people, the Wolfram wants this hate, so that we may not see his selfish actions. Hate is why this war happened and it is damned well apparent that the Wolfram hates the Itheraen, hates the Voskiyan, and even hates his brothers of Redania. Why are we to follow hate? Why are the most powerful men the one with the most hatred? I was elected to represent the people and their will and the Itheraen will is that the Wolfram seeks to destroy and cause hate so that he may do his vile deeds! Thus I implore you, brothers and sisters, brothers against oppression, sisters against hate, protest the Wolfram and his administration! Protest their attacks on Itherae so no other man must die! So that no other family must fall apart! I call onto the other nations of the world and their peoples, I call upon the peoples of Tyro-Redania! Bring an end to this war!”
President Alexei Georgas’ address to the world, circa 1900
Hate is not a way for us to live as people, the Wolfram wants this hate, so that we may not see his selfish actions. Hate is why this war happened and it is damned well apparent that the Wolfram hates the Itheraen, hates the Voskiyan, and even hates his brothers of Redania. Why are we to follow hate? Why are the most powerful men the one with the most hatred? I was elected to represent the people and their will and the Itheraen will is that the Wolfram seeks to destroy and cause hate so that he may do his vile deeds! Thus I implore you, brothers and sisters, brothers against oppression, sisters against hate, protest the Wolfram and his administration! Protest their attacks on Itherae so no other man must die! So that no other family must fall apart! I call onto the other nations of the world and their peoples, I call upon the peoples of Tyro-Redania! Bring an end to this war!”
President Alexei Georgas’ address to the world, circa 1900
With artillery rounds being in short supply, the Itheraen National Government accepted a deal proposed by Kalpia, with 2 million units artillery ammunition for the exchange of $4.5 million. This would allow the war to continue field operations for a good while without fear of lack of ammunition. Alexei Georgas himself approved of the deal and made arrangements for the money to be sent to the Kalpian superpower.
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The defence has spoken. Does the prosecution have a response? Is putting potentially life endangering spoilers in a hider a sufficiently precautionary measure to warrant acquitting the defendant?
I DEMAND JUSTICE!
WHIP HIM!
Itherae
The I-DF, a marvelous advance in Itheraen engineering and design, simply could not be halted to refine the small problems that it had, likely due to the approaching menace that was the Tyrian army. Thus the gun was ordered into immediate production, wanting enough to supplement all of its divisions and to also replace every older model field gun that it had. With its ability of outranging the enemy while also being able to hit the intended target, it was a weapon that was simply needed. Yet, there was simply not enough factories to go around and so the Congressional Committee pulled together and first ordered the Basilisk Powder Company’s Diopolis factory to work on ammunition for the I-DF along with two addition military factories to be built in Napaze as well as the temporary conversion of a factory, that was until recently under control of the Vilini Luxury Goods company, into a military factory under the control of the Basilisk Powder Company.
While the action is controversial, conflicting with rights within the Itheraen Constitution Article 7 (the national government may not revoke or displace economic order, including manufactories), the president had released a statement that, “It was a needed change to ensure that the men on the front may better prevent the Tyrian menace from invading the Birthland.” Furthermore, 100,000 of the Armon were called upon to serve for the army, while not breaking the constitution, the act was generally frowned upon and begrudgingly accepted by the populace.
Meanwhile within the nation, the war gains more support from Nationalist Party as Horace Aortas states, “This grand War will showcase the effectiveness of the Itheraen military once more, just like the war games months before!” While not supported at large, the party members work hard to be among some of the first to be picked out by the drafting that had been previously mentioned. Horace Aortas could be seen working to get more funding for the war, petitioning for the supportive wealthy class in Itherae to be taxed an addition 3%, a legion the socialists jumped on with glee. The Aortas Petition was passed with over 400,000 signatures, primarily of the lower income, raising the wealthy tax from 5% to 8%. Though with little enforcement, the petition was inevitably forgotten about.
Horace Aortas, 1887
The I-DF, a marvelous advance in Itheraen engineering and design, simply could not be halted to refine the small problems that it had, likely due to the approaching menace that was the Tyrian army. Thus the gun was ordered into immediate production, wanting enough to supplement all of its divisions and to also replace every older model field gun that it had. With its ability of outranging the enemy while also being able to hit the intended target, it was a weapon that was simply needed. Yet, there was simply not enough factories to go around and so the Congressional Committee pulled together and first ordered the Basilisk Powder Company’s Diopolis factory to work on ammunition for the I-DF along with two addition military factories to be built in Napaze as well as the temporary conversion of a factory, that was until recently under control of the Vilini Luxury Goods company, into a military factory under the control of the Basilisk Powder Company.
While the action is controversial, conflicting with rights within the Itheraen Constitution Article 7 (the national government may not revoke or displace economic order, including manufactories), the president had released a statement that, “It was a needed change to ensure that the men on the front may better prevent the Tyrian menace from invading the Birthland.” Furthermore, 100,000 of the Armon were called upon to serve for the army, while not breaking the constitution, the act was generally frowned upon and begrudgingly accepted by the populace.
Meanwhile within the nation, the war gains more support from Nationalist Party as Horace Aortas states, “This grand War will showcase the effectiveness of the Itheraen military once more, just like the war games months before!” While not supported at large, the party members work hard to be among some of the first to be picked out by the drafting that had been previously mentioned. Horace Aortas could be seen working to get more funding for the war, petitioning for the supportive wealthy class in Itherae to be taxed an addition 3%, a legion the socialists jumped on with glee. The Aortas Petition was passed with over 400,000 signatures, primarily of the lower income, raising the wealthy tax from 5% to 8%. Though with little enforcement, the petition was inevitably forgotten about.
Horace Aortas, 1887
Itherae
In Itherae, food was in demand due to the influx of Seronan refugees and interests within trade were on the rise. While some neighboring kingdoms were considered, the eyes of the republic shifted to the Tsardom of Radena, with them, presumably, producing a large surplus of food. Food that could be put to good use on the home front. Thusly, an envoy, Pelus Viokyl, was sent to the large country with a simple and straight forwards offer. The Republic would propose to pay $10,000,000 for 3,500,000 tons of food supply to help counteract the small deficit that the republic was undergoing. It was what Itherae could offer at the time, and they were happy to begin establishing some form of relations with the much larger state.
Meanwhile a response was given to the Zellonians who offered to train the lackluster Itheraen navy, something they were able to accept. The Itheraen government was able to offer $1,000,000 to have the Zellonian officers come and train their own inexperienced captains on how to better use the ships and tactics of the sea.
In Itherae, food was in demand due to the influx of Seronan refugees and interests within trade were on the rise. While some neighboring kingdoms were considered, the eyes of the republic shifted to the Tsardom of Radena, with them, presumably, producing a large surplus of food. Food that could be put to good use on the home front. Thusly, an envoy, Pelus Viokyl, was sent to the large country with a simple and straight forwards offer. The Republic would propose to pay $10,000,000 for 3,500,000 tons of food supply to help counteract the small deficit that the republic was undergoing. It was what Itherae could offer at the time, and they were happy to begin establishing some form of relations with the much larger state.
Meanwhile a response was given to the Zellonians who offered to train the lackluster Itheraen navy, something they were able to accept. The Itheraen government was able to offer $1,000,000 to have the Zellonian officers come and train their own inexperienced captains on how to better use the ships and tactics of the sea.
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