The Republic of Burthorpe
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By the houses of the Judicial Council and by the blessing of the acting President, a state of war exists between the noble West Kandar Republic and the degenerate Burthorpe, evidently a mere satellite of the despicable Vekonic regime which plagues the noble West Kandar Republic.
The liberties of the West Kandar Republic are not entirely reserved to the humans of our glorious nation, the Provisional Executive Judicial Council has granted the Burthorpe the option of peace in the form of an ultimatum. This ultimatum includes:
1. The immediate entry of Burthorpe into the territory of the West Kandar Republic
2. Disarmament in Burthorpe
3. Actions to remove the Dwarven population from Burthorpe's lands, casting out a hidious blot which has plagued Burthorpe, a human nation.
The decision is clear and simple: War or Peace. ; )
West Kandar Victa! Allahu Akbar
A Call of Honor.
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"Tis a shame ol' Jekyll and Asgarnia gonna come to blows, aye?"
"Aye." One of them responded, after taking a drink of their ale. "Tis a shame."
"Do you remember a time when things were peaceful, grandfather?" A young boy asked his elder this question, gazing across a room at him.
"I do. Asgarnia and Burthorpe are not so different. People forget that we lived rather well under Asgarnia as they rushed to rebel for their 'Freedom' and 'Republic'. Republic." He repeated this single word. "I haven't been given a say."
"I thought all a Republic was, was a, uh, well instead of one man ruling a kingdom and calling it his own, one man ruled a kingdom, and he called it his own, and well he sort of tells the others that his way is better and that he is not a King." The young man who spoke this statement tried to hide his trepidation about the situation at hand, but couldn't. None of them could.
"You're not wrong." The older man replied.
"If you ask me the whole lot are going to get themselves killed. And then who will protect us?"
"We must protect ourselves." This response came from a hooded figure that had before now been completely silent in the dialogue. "Our ruler, Lord-Protector Jekyll, cannot even hide the fact that he has been bankrupting this kingdom and bleeding us dry to feed and pay for his army. He garrisons double the men he needs, bolsters the defenses at the port, builds a ludicrously expensive wall on the mountain, and for what? So you, Adonis, can forfeit half your feed to the Lord's army? author of 3 fake books and 1 real book <_>
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The men, women, and children huddled in the room were shocked into silence. They couldn’t believe what this man was suggesting. After a while, the reality of what he was saying slowly sank in.
“I think it’s high time we take back our home town. Who’s with us?” The young man stood, seemingly confident in his decision.
The others in the room remained still at first. Then, each of them slowly nodded. They donned their darkest clothing and slipped into the night, moving from house to house to spread the word in hushed whispers and secretive meetings. Then, come midnight, the farmers and the painters, the sculptors and the blacksmiths alike, the common folk of Taverthorpe, perhaps a tenth of its entire population, rose up and descended upon their own town with pitch forks, scythes, torches, and the like.
“NO TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION!” One of them could be heard yelling.
“HEY HEY L-P J, HOW MANY KIDS DID YOU KILL TODAY?!” Came another.
“MEN AND WOMEN OF TAVERLY AND BURTHORPE, RISE UP AND CLAIM BACK WHAT IS YOURS!” The hooded figure led the march. He waved back and forth the druidic banner of Taverly.
“I heard Lord Jekyll likes being peed on!”
“I heard he’s got eyeballs for testicles!”
“They’re all feral!”
The town’s inhabitants marched forth through the streets, throwing torches onto every public building they could lay eyes upon. If the soldiers tried to stop them, they would resist, violently. author of 3 fake books and 1 real book <_>
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“What can you expect
From filthy little heathens?
Their whole disgusting race is like a curse
Their armor’s a hellish red
They're only good when dead
They're vermin, as I said
“THEY’RE SAVAGES, SAVAGES, BARELY EVEN HUMAN!” The crowd joined in with him. “SAVAGES, SAVAGES, DRIVE THEM FROM OUR SHORE!”
“They're not like you and me
Which means they must be evil!
We must sound the drums of war!”
“THEY’RE SAVAGES, SAVEGES, DIRTY REPUBLICAN DEVILS, NOW WE SOUND THE DRUMS OF WAR!”
The rabble continued rioting throughout the night. author of 3 fake books and 1 real book <_>
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