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Hippogriffia's events (
- colthage_civil_war ids 0 - 17
- colthage_coltvan ids 1 - 26
- colthage_news ids 1 - 5
- colthage_sicameon_murder ids 1 - 6
from /1826643372/events/Colthage Events.txt).
For colthage_other ids 1 - 100 see Colthaginian events
For colthage_other ids 101 - 212 see Colthaginian events 2
colthage_civil_war
id 0 - 10
colthage_civil_war.0
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The Constitutionalist Conspiracy
"Zas and Zag, thank you for coming on such short notice, but I could not leave these rumours unanswered." Zalathel Zarca stared at his brothers Zasdrubal and Zago, his front hooves supporting his chin. The sun had already set, but the Sufrit's office was well lit, their father's portrait even receiving its own lamp, bringing even more attention to the centrepiece of the room. "So what do we have on Zanno Mzelqatid and the constitutionalists?"
"No problem at all, Zalathel. I summarised all the information we have at the moment." Zasdrubal retrieved a clipboard from his saddlebag and gave it to the Sufrit, whose eyes scanned the report. "It seems the conspiracy has festered in every institution. The military, the bureaucracy, and even among criminals."
"Especially in the West, Zal." Zago cut in, despite the serious subject, his voice was warm and he seemed hardly concerned. "Smugglers run the border between Hippogriff Zumidia and the states of Tefemanei and Sivmareas."
Zalathel sighed, "Here I thought we had dealt with Zanno in the election. The citizens of Colthage rejected his lies, now he thinks they want him back?"
Zago grimaced, treading carefully with his impatient brother. "Mzelqatid claims that our family has destroyed the old Republic. This makes his supporters a mix of nostalgic romantics and radical students. And he knows we can't touch him as long as he hides in Annaza across the border."
"Zasdrubal," Zalathel tried to contain the anger welling up in his core. "Prepare options for reinforcing the western garrisons. Zago, I want you to investigate who Zanno's supporters are and what his plan is."
The two Zarca brothers nodded. "And one last thing. No word about this to Zaphod." Zasdrubal and Zago looked a bit uneasy at the exclusion of their sister, but they left the Sufrit's office without protest.
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 The exile can bark, but can he bite? (Nothing) | |
The Constitutionalist Uprising
The below descriptions are available for this event.
The following description is used if:
- Value of variable CTH_constitutionalist_strength is equals 5
- Despite the early hour, a large crowd of zebras gathered in the border city of Annaza in Zumidia and Zapsa, her neighbour in Colthage across the river. From Zumidia nervous hippogriff police officers watched as a bearded figure made his way across the bridge amidst loud cheering. The stallion in question was Zanno Mzelqatid, leader of the Constitutionalist Army, whose banner was flying over Zapsa now. He was smiling widely as he waved towards the crowd of citizens and soldiers. Once over the bridge, the politician was quickly approached by two generals, Zarvad Orzagid and Azruzaal Azarago, who shared his upbeat mood. "Good morning, friends, how pleasant to finally meet you on free Colthaginian soil!" Zanno exclaimed to the crowd, before turning his attention to the generals. "It is a pleasure to see both of you could make it to our planned meeting. Tell me; how are we doing?"
Azarago, impassioned, raised his voice now. "The Zapsa Plan has exceeded even our expectations! The people have taken control of Zalihli, Sivmareas, Tefemanei, and even Hippone!" The mention of each state just caused further jubilation amongst the crowd.
General Orzagid, trying to calm down his eager colleague, nodded. "Our supporters have also taken control of cities along the western coast, as well as most of Colthage. Many garrisons have joined us without a fight, as well as regular army units and their commanders." He took a deep breath. "Mister Mzelqatid, no doubt Zarca will try to retake Colthage and cut off our supporters into pockets, let us make haste."
Zanno, however, seemed distracted by the large crowd, shaking hooves and speaking with them, which caused Orzagid to grin. "He seems a bit aloof."
Azarago just smirked and gave the other general a pat on the shoulder, "Let him do his thing, and we shall do ours. For freedom!"
"For the Republic, general." Orzagid could not hide his smile looking at the huge crowd. Perhaps this was possible after all.
The following description is used if:
- Value of variable CTH_constitutionalist_strength is equals 4
- Despite the early hour, a large crowd of zebras gathered in the border city of Annaza in Zumidia and Zapsa, her neighbour in Colthage across the river. From Zumidia nervous hippogriff police officers watched as a bearded figure made his way across the bridge amidst loud cheering. The stallion in question was Zanno Mzelqatid, leader of the Constitutionalist Army, whose banner was flying over Zapsa now. He was smiling widely as he waved towards the crowd of citizens and soldiers. Once over the bridge, the politician was quickly approached by two generals, Zarvad Orzagid and Azruzaal Azarago, who shared his upbeat mood. "Good morning, friends, how pleasant to finally meet you on free Colthaginian soil!" Zanno exclaimed to the crowd, before turning his attention to the generals. "It is a pleasure to see both of you could make it to our planned meeting. Tell me; how are we doing?"
Azarago, impassioned, raised his voice now. "The Zapsa Plan has worked just as planned! The people have taken control of Zalihli, Sivmareas, Tefemanei, and even Hippone!" The mention of each state just caused further jubilation amongst the crowd.
General Orzagid, trying to calm down his eager colleague, nodded. "Many garrisons have joined us without a fight, as well as regular army units and their commanders." He took a deep breath. "Mister Mzelqatid, no doubt Zarca will bring in crack troops from the east, I suggest we organise and advance our forces."
Zanno, however, seemed distracted by the large crowd, shaking hooves and speaking with them, which caused Orzagid to grin. "He seems a bit aloof."
Azarago just smirked and gave the other general a pat on the shoulder, "Let him do his thing, and we shall do ours. For freedom!"
"For the Republic, general." Orzagid could not hide his smile looking at the huge crowd. It would be tough, but perhaps this was possible after all.
The following description is used if:
- Value of variable CTH_constitutionalist_strength is equals 3
- Despite the early hour, a large crowd of zebras gathered in the border city of Annaza in Zumidia and Zapsa, her neighbour in Colthage across the river. From Zumidia nervous hippogriff police officers watched as a bearded figure made his way across the bridge amidst loud cheering. The stallion in question was Zanno Mzelqatid, leader of the Constitutionalist Army, whose banner was flying over Zapsa now. He was smiling widely as he waved towards the crowd of citizens. Once over the bridge, the politician was quickly approached by two generals, Zarvad Orzagid and Azruzaal Azarago, with only the latter sharing Zanno's upbeat mood. "Good morning, friends, how pleasant to finally meet you on free Colthaginian soil!" Zanno exclaimed to the crowd, before turning his attention to the generals. "It is a pleasure to see both of you could make it to our planned meeting. Tell me; how are we doing?"
Azarago, impassioned, raised his voice now. "The Zapsa Plan has worked just as planned! The people have taken control of Zalihli, Sivmareas, Tefemanei, and even Hippone!" The mention of each state just caused further jubilation amongst the crowd.
General Orzagid, trying to calm down his eager colleague, nodded. "There was some trouble with some of the garrisons, and it seems that due to crackdowns, our generals were not able to bring their soldiers with them." He took a deep breath. "Mister Mzelqatid, no doubt Zarca will bring in troops from the east, I suggest we organise and advance our forces."
Zanno, however, seemed distracted by the large crowd, shaking hooves and speaking with them, which caused Orzagid to grin. "He seems a bit aloof."
Azarago just smirked and gave the other general a pat on the shoulder, "Let him do his thing, and we shall do ours. For freedom!"
"For the Republic, general." Orzagid tried to put up a smile. Zalathel Zarca was a skilled opponent on the battlefield. This rebellion was anything but a done deal.
The following description is used if:
- Value of variable CTH_constitutionalist_strength is equals 2
- Despite the early hour, a small crowd of zebras gathered in the border city of Annaza in Zumidia and Zapsa, her neighbour in Colthage across the river. From Zumidia nervous hippogriff police officers watched as a bearded figure made his way across the bridge amidst cheers from a band of supporters across the bridge. The stallion in question was Zanno Mzelqatid, leader of the Constitutionalist Army, whose banner was flying over Zapsa now. He smiled at the crowd, but seemed taken aback. Once over the bridge, the politician was quickly approached by two generals, Zarvad Orzagid and Azruzaal Azarago. "Good morning, friends, how pleasant to finally meet you on free Colthaginian soil!" Zanno exclaimed to the crowd, before turning his attention to the generals. "It is a pleasure to see both of you could make it to our planned meeting. Tell me; how are we doing?"
Azarago, hushed his voice. "The Zapsa Plan seems to have been foiled by Zarca. I don't know how he managed to do it, but most of our key supporters are locked up. At the moment we hold Sivmareas and Tefemanei."
General Orzagid nodded, speaking softly as well. "Despite many generals joining our cause, we had to resort to using these irregulars from the mountains to overrun the garrisons, they were heavy battles." He took a deep breath. "Mister Mzelqatid, no doubt Zarca will bring in troops from the east, I suggest we organise our forces and push towards Hippone."
Zanno, however, seemed distracted by uncouth entourage of the generals, shaking hooves and speaking with them, which caused Orzagid to grin. "He is as much at home among bandits as among citizens."
Azarago just smirked and gave the other general a pat on the shoulder, "These zebra understand the meaning of freedom, Zarvad! We still have the upper hoof when it comes to morale."
"Ever the optimist, Azruzaal." Orzagid tried to put up a smile. Zalathel Zarca was a skilled opponent on the battlefield. This rebellion was an uphill battle to say the least.
The following description is used if:
- Value of variable CTH_constitutionalist_strength is equals 1
- Despite the early hour, a lone figure crossed the bridge between the border city of Annaza in Zumidia and Zapsa, her neighbour in Colthage. From Zumidia nervous hippogriff police officers watched as a bearded figure made his way across. The stallion in question was Zanno Mzelqatid, leader of the Constitutionalist Army, whose banner was flying over Zapsa, ridden with bullets. At the designated meeting point, the politician stood aimlessly for a moment, gunshots sounding in the distance, until a revolver wielding zebra appeared from the shadows. "Good day mister Zanno. Zannido Zidon, at your service. The constitutionalists evacuated the city already, so I'm the only one here to meet you. Ready for a gallop? This will be a rough ride!"
Zarvad Orzagid and Azruzaal Azarago grinned at a map of Colthage spread over a table in their field base in Zam'al. Azarago sighed at the tiny circle representing the area under constitutionalist control. "I did not expect the plan to go this wrong. I don't know how he managed to do it, but most of our key supporters are locked up. I was hoping for more than just Sivmareas."
General Orzagid nodded, lighting a cigar. "Just us, these bandits and a whole lot of not much, Azruzaal." He took a whiff. "We have a small window before Zarca's forces will come bearing down on us, we should capture as much ground as we can."
Azarago gave the other general a pat on the shoulder, "I feared you wouldn't show up, Zarvad. I mistook your sour mood for cowardice!"
"The people of Colthage will not find me wanting, general." Orzagid tried to put up a confident smile, patting the revolver in his holster. "We still have Ochzor and Zanit on our side, after all." Both zebra laughed. "Long live the revolution!" Orzagid smirked wryly.
"Long live the Revolution!" Azarago responded, his heart filled with grim determination.''
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We shall crush these rebels.
Long live Mzelqatid! Long live the revolution!
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Zanno Mzelqatid Arrested
"Look sergeant, the bastards are all there. I think that's general Azarago." The police officer whispered to sergeant Xanza. The police forces were hidden in buildings surrounding the bridge between Zumidian Annaza and Colthaginian Zapsa. "You see the rebels? Let's bag them now, before they move away."
Xanza shook her head and laid her hoof on the officer's shoulder. "Quiet. The head of the snake isn't here yet. Look over the bridge." Both zebras gazed over, the sun's rays illuminating a solitary figure standing at the opposite end. He seemed to wave to his supporters on the other side, and casually trotted towards them. "Wait for it, we make sure he is far enough in. I won't let the bastard slip away." Xanza commanded as quiet as she could muster. Her eyes squeezed in focus as she tried to suppress her pounding heart. The chief would be proud this day. The nation would sigh in relief.
Zanno Mzelqatid smiled at general Azarago. "So good to see you here, in Colthage itself. Tell me; how are we doing?" The constitutionalist looked around the surprisingly small entourage waiting for him, before he froze from a shout erupting from one of the buildings. "Zanno Mzelqatid, you are under arrest for treason against the Republic! You are surrounded, do not resist!"
As if to enforce the point, dozens of rifles emerged from windows and doors, pointing at the conspirators on the street. "Za'al's beard, it's an ambush!" general Azarago shouted, his revolver in his hoof with one swift motion. "Let's get Zanno over that bridge! Now!" The conspirators were preparing to start a gunfight, but Zanno simply raised his hooves. "No need for violence. We lost. We surrender."
"You can't be serious!" The general tried, but one look at the leader of the constitutionalists was all he needed to know. The stallion dropped his gun as the police emerged from cover. The revolution had ended before it had even begun.
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Fillies and Gentlecolts, we got him.
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Protests Crushed
"An impressive job as always, miss Zannid." Zalathel smirked at the figure in the corner of his office, who kept to the shadows. His father had used the illusive zebra's talents before to surgically remove dissenters, and Ziempsal had not disappointed this time either.
"Thank you for your patronage, mister Zarca. Although there is more you must know." The shadowy figure waited for the Sufrit to give her his full attention, relishing the moment of superiority where she knew and the most powerful zebra in Colthage did not. "The student protests were coordinated centrally. We expect that the ringleaders planned to protest the moment they would have an excuse to do so, all across Colthage. It is possible one of your enemies may have sought to weaken your rule. In time for a triumphant return, perhaps?"
The suggestion lingered in the air for a moment before Zalathel responded. "Zanno. Of course. No doubt funded by those arrogant half breeds in Aris!"
"Perhaps, perhaps not. Although further investigation would be needed. The sort which the police would not be allowed to handle." Zalathel grimaced at the thought. It was better that he did not know what Zannid did. For a moment he wondered if his father ever asked.
"Alright, do it." The Sufrit's determined answer did not stir the cloaked figure.
"I must mention, that we will have to make considerable expenses. There are a hundred and twenty-seven pairs of eyes to avoid, after all." Zannid referenced the ancient judicial institution of the Republic, ever-watchful for foul play. This made Zalathel hesitate. If he had to borrow from the treasury, his other priorities might have to be postponed, and there was no telling if Zannid would uncover anything useful from her 'investigation.'
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Finishing the decision “Crackdown on the Students” |
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"We cannot afford that at the moment."
AI logic:
"You shall have what you require."
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The Plan Of Zapsa
Zalathel Zarca flipped through the information miss Zannid had brought to him. Secret correspondence, which must have been well hidden and only given to the most trusted leaders of the opposition. Their operation was called the plan of Zapsa, orchestrated by Zanno Mzelqatid himself. Lists of contacts, codes, detailed maps, hidden weapon caches. The plan even came with a date; The first of August 1007. The Sufrit could not help but be impressed by the intricacies of the plan and the many countermeasures to discovery. Zanno's plan was like a ship, which could seal off bulkheads if it was breached. Zalathel looked up at the shadowy figure, who he imagined must be grinning under her hood.
"How did you get all this, Zannid? This is incredible."
If the illusive zebra was gloating, she managed to hide it well. "Zargon, the Dark One, demands I do not share my secrets."
Was Zannid just being esoteric for the sake of it, or did she really worship the dreaded Lord of the Deep? Either way, her answer was enough to stop Zalathel from prying. "With this we should be able to root out the constitutionalist conspiracy." The eldest Zarca smirked, imagining the despair of his old opponent as his elaborate scheme unravelled before his eyes. The cloaked Zebra only nodded her head just enough for it to be visible, before leaving the Sufrit's office.
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The event “Protests Crushed” option “"You shall have what you require."” |
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We will put this information to good use.
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The Hippone Shootout
"Mister Zerdin, you are under arrest on suspicion of treason against the Republic. Come out now or we will come in." The voice of Hippone's Chief of Police thundered, barely muffled by the closed doors and windows.
"I'd like to see you try!" Abdzamon Zerdin looked around the lobby of the Port Authority building. His compatriots were staring at the haphazardly barricaded door from behind desks and other cover. The zebra loaded his gun as a loud knock made the door shake in its hinges. "Remember what you are fighting for, Colthaginians!" The bureaucrat spoke loudly. "Today we defend the constitution! Today we fight for our Republic! Death to Zarca!" Wood splinters filled the room as the door broke down and police stormed through. The first zebra in barely set hoof inside before being ridden with bullets, but the police quickly responded with smoke grenades and gunfire of their own.
Police sergeant Xanza grinned. The Constitutionalist rebels were better armed than they had suspected. The zebra reloaded her Garcano-Ochzor, but then a scream next to her made the sergeant look to the side, where the chief of police collapsed. With a jump and a duck, Xanza sat next to him. "Let's get you out of here sir." Xanza pressed the chief's hoof against the wound.
"Negative Xanza, don't let these bandits escape for my sake." Her superior coughed up blood, his voice wavering.
"Screw that-" Xanza's retort was cut short by fire erupting in the building, making her stand back up. What in the Deep were they doing? Then the officer saw a dozen galloping shadows advance at her. Were they charging? The rest of the squad seemed as stunned as her. "Gun them down, now! Don't let them close into melee!" Xanza fired her rifle at the constitutionalists to enforce her order. It was enough to snap her colleagues out of it, and the rebels dropped one by one. She ordered a zebra to get the fire department, while the rest investigated the bodies.
With her heart still racing from the fight, Xanza looked back down at her chief, but it was too late. His eyes were closed and his body was still. She cursed and cursed until another officer snapped her out of it. "Zerdin is here, sergeant. Looks like they were out of ammo. Seems like even the pencil pushers fight to the death now."
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Is triggered only by
Taking the decision “Root out the Constitutionalists” |
"Send a dispatch to Colthage, these are not just bandits anymore."
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Prison Inspection
Zasdrubal Zarca smiled as he trotted past the cell block in Colthage's prison. This block was completely full of rebels. A delegation of Senators and Judges followed him through the prison, taking notes and asking questions to the guards and inmates. No matter how much the senators from the constitutionalist faction prodded the prisoners, they would not get any answers confirming rumours of maltreatment. Whenever the politicians seemed to be close to getting a political prisoner to talk, they would tense up and refuse to elaborate. Up in the rafters above the block, a zebra in a dark cloak shadowed the delegation, flashing a light to any prisoner thinking about talking to make them look up. The mere sight of Ziempsal Zannid was then enough to quell rebellious thoughts.
Eventually the delegation ended the tour and one of the senators came up to Zasdrubal. "Congratulations general Zarca, the prison seems to be working adequately, although we have some concerns about its capacity, we hope most of these new prisoners will only be temporary residents."
Zarca responded with a polite smile. "Naturally, senator. Once the situation has calmed down. As I said at the start of the inspection, rumours of abuse, or even worse, are just that, rumours."
"You will have to forgive the One Hundred and Twenty Seven, general." A judge chimed in. "The speed at which you found out these rebels is impressive, but we have found nothing to indicate unlawful interrogation on your part. Look forward to our report."
"Your praise is a compliment to the guards and the warden, your honour. Now please, let us end this inspection in a more pleasant setting." Zasdrubal Zarca let the delegation outside with a smirk, prompting Zannid to come down from her vantage point, as frightened prisoners looked defeatedly at the leaving politicians' backs.
"You played along so well, foals. First by telling me about your friends and now by keeping my secrets. None of you will have to go to the Deep with me tonight."
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Is triggered only by
Finishing the decision “Root out the Constitutionalists” |
The leads are dry now, and the prisons full.
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Family Reunion
The town hall of Zapsa had been repurposed into a military base by the Colthaginian army as they rounded up the last of the constitutionalist stragglers. Zasdrubal and Zalathel Zarca were going through the latest developments as there was a knock on the door. "This better be important!" The sufrit shouted as he looked up from his desk.
"Family business, brother!" The jovial voice of Zago responded from the other side, to which Zasdrubal opened the door to a smiling Zago supporting a wincing Zaphod, her admiral's dress uniform stained red on one of her legs. The two entered and the general closed the door behind them. Zalathel got up, sighing in relief at the sight of his sister.
"Holy Za'al, Zaphod, are you alright? We have been worried sick!"
The mare sits down on a chair, resting her leg as she looks around the room. "Figures you'd worry more about me than the rest. I hear you captured Zanno and the rest of us."
Zasdrubal stared daggers at his sister. "'Us?' Does family mean nothing to you, Zaph? The legacy of our father?"
"Do not lecture me, Zas! I know full well what I did. I fought for democracy. A republic where creatures are free to choose their politics. A country without slavery!"
Zalathel stood in between the two and looked towards Zaphod. "And how many paid the ultimate price for your idealism, Zaph? How many students with bright futures? How many brave soldiers? While all around us our enemies gather strength, Colthage is reeling. This is exactly what father sought to prevent."
Zago chipped in, his tone soft and his words considerate. "It does not matter now; we are together again. There is a lot still to do."
Zasdrubal sighed, hanged his shoulders and stepped towards his sister. "Let's go home, Zaph. And save our bullets for real enemies. I'll forgive you, if you promise to work with us."
Zaphod sighed, but declined her brother. "I need time, I am sorry."
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On civil war end |
The civil war is over, it is time to go home.
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Victory In The Civil War
At long last, the rule of law has returned to Colthage. While the Zarcids may have thought they could corrupt the democratic institutions of the state, the will of the citizenry pierced through such delusions as Mzelqatid's Constitutionalist Army now controls the nation. Zarca and his loyalists fled the capital when it became clear it would fall to our forces, deserting the city's defenders and running into the countryside in an attempt to repeat his success during the Storm King's invasion, except this time, he would be unable to inspire the people with his autocratic tendencies. As such, he and many other Zarcids entered into surrender negotiations, peacefully handing themselves over to us in a symbolic end to their leadership. However, the Senate remains intact and under our intense scrutiny, with an informal "coordination council" forming to handle the delicate transition to a democratic society while upholding Colthaginian institutions. Though the road may have been long and arduous, the dream of the Constitution may now be within our grasp.
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On civil war end |
Three cheers for the Constitution!
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A Chance For Peace
The town hall of Zapsa had been turned into a provisional seat of government for the Constitutionalist Army, and it was also the home of Zanno Mzelqatid. It was early in the morning and Zanno Mzelqatid had summoned his advisors over a letter he had received last night. "With all due respect, sir, shadowy figures dropping of letters into your bedroom do not seem like the most trustworthy messengers." General Zarvad Orzagid sighed, examining the seals attached to it. "But it seems genuine enough."
Zanno smiled, eager to relay the offer. "Discretion was required, I understand. Either way, it comes down to this: Baltazar Zakbar and Batrun Zaryes, and their scientifid and militarist factions, realise they cannot win and wish to stop the conflict. If we accept their proposal, they will coup the Zarcids and make peace, in return for keeping their place in society."
"And if we reject?" Zenut Zaranzid, one of the few senators who travelled to the constitutionalist capital in person to support the revolution, interjected; "They say it themselves, they have lost. Let us get rid of the whole rotten structure in one kick!"
"If we reject, senator Zaranzid," Zanno replied, his heart burdened by the thought, "many more innocents will perish."
Zanno's words hung heavy in the air, and the silence was only broken by Mzelqatid himself; "furthermore, their demands seem reasonable. Both the military and the scientifid clique have a place in our Colthage, do they not? We fight to bring Colthage back to normal."
"Many risked their lives for real change. Though they may have been there before the Zarcids, those two groups exemplify what the people despise of our elite. They run counter to our Republican ideals!" Zaranzid retorted, earning murmurs of approval from some others in the crowd.
"More importantly than ideals, however. I worry about deceit. Zakbar and Zaryes are cunning, and they only act out of their own interests. Their coup is a shaky foundation for our Republic." Orzagid added. "Another opportunity to stop the fighting, I would have taken, but not this." Zanno stared down at the letter, considering the words of those around him. Should he really deny a chance for peace?
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On every week for |
Accept the offer from the Scientifids and the Militarists.
AI logic:
Refuse the chance for peace and keep fighting.
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Betrayal!
Caught completely by surprise, army units loyal to general Zaryes and police aligned with the Scientifids took control of the Citadel of Colthage and ousted Zalathel Zarca as sufrit. The conspirators claimed that they were acting on behalf of the One Hundred and Twenty Seven in stamping out corruption. With the Zarca brothers quickly arrested, the conspirators announced a special session of the senate. There, Baltazar Zakbar and Batrun Zaryes were appointed Sufrits on the mandate of seeking peace with the Constitutionalists.
The promise of a swift return to normalcy along with the swift execution of the coup prevented any Zarcid countercoup, with loyalist forces stretched across the country fighting the constitutionalists. It appears the Scientifids and Militarists conspired to cut their losses, securing their place in the new system rather than fighting for the old order.
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Is triggered only by
The event “A Chance For Peace” option “Accept the offer from the Scientifids and the Militarists.” |
Traitors!
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Convention Of Zur
After the defeat of the usurper Bezelshazzar Zerutra, Constitutionalist leader Zenut Zaranzid, wishing to come to a peaceful agreement with the Conventionist Army, invited Zannido 'Bandolier' Zidon to meet in Colthage to discuss the aftermath of the civil war. The convention was intended to settle the differences between the revolutionary leaders who played the biggest roles in overthrowing Zerutra, but Bandolier refused to attend a meeting in Colthage and it was agreed to relocate the convention to Zur.
This meeting to find a path towards democracy quickly devolved into a mess as the Conventionists did not recognize Zaranzid's claim to be the "First Chief of the Revolution." Fearing that Zaranzid was intending to impose a dictatorship, and unconvinced of the Constitutionalists' commitment to true reform, especially land reform, they declared him to be a rebel. The last attempt to create unity among the revolutionaries has failed, and now their differences can only be settled with bloodshed.
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The fighting continues...
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Victory In The Second Civil War
It is accomplished. After so much sacrifice and hardship, the Constitutionalist movement has once again triumphed over the reactionary Zerutrids and the criminal Conventionists to assert their dominance over the nation, again. Many thought the dream of a republic to be dead after the Ten Tragic Days, but not Zaranzid, he would not be one to let democracy slip so easily away when it was so close to being achieved, even if he had to pump its heart himself. And that he did, with each battle won, each traitor killed, and each soldier deployed we clawed our unalienable rights back from those who would so easily deny them, so that we now stand whether it be by blood or hearts and minds as the sole power in Colthage. Of course, the devastation caused by two consecutive civil wars will take much time to heal, and the implementation of democracy as was demonstrated will be much harder then at first glance, but regardless of such the most painful part for the people is over, and hopefully, they will become all the stronger for it.
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On civil war end |
The Republic restored... again.
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Victory In The Second Civil War
Once thought a forlorn afterthought, the Conventionist Army has now proven to return from near collapse and seize control over the entirety of Colthage. With the Zerutrids either dead or imprisoned, and the Constitutionalists forced underground or abroad once more, only Zidon and his Conventionalists remain. Though we have much to credit the former Coltvan resistance movement, equally as much is due to Zannido Zidon and his crew for whipping the movement into a proper fighting force to take back what is rightfully theirs. Many may see us as being nothing more than petty thugs who rule based on fear and terror, but in truth, we are built upon the principles of justice that so many peasants crave. From land reform to equal treatment before the law, we seek to bring back those unalienable rights others would rather see taken away for their benefit. As we ride across the land to deliver this judgment upon the righteous and guilty zebras, we can only hope that more and more join us along the trail.
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Is triggered only by
On civil war end |
Time to ride.
Yes.
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Victory In The Second Civil War
After so much blood has been spilled on our soil, law and order have returned to Colthage. Whether it be because their failed revolts have delegitimized them or because no one is left to fight for them, the Zerutrids remain the people's only choice for rule. The past decade has unquestionably been defined by crisis after crisis, and despite all of the turmoil and calls for "reform" that the public hurls towards us, we refuse to give in to the calls for anarchy, depravity, and mob rule, fighting for a strong hoof to guide Colthage through these trying times and beyond, so that we can reach new heights we never thought possible. The constitutionalists may call us autocrats, but truthfully, we are merely a unique form of democracy, one that is more capable of stability in the face of adversity and seldom falls to the infighting over petty issues that draw away from the crucial matters of state. When the people cry out for a leader to save them from despair, and when the Sufrit comes and delivers that safety, the people still ask for more as if they are entitled foals, unaware that their very demands are what wrought such insecurity in the first place. And like foals, although you love them, you sometimes must discipline them for their own good, no matter how futile it may seem.
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Is triggered only by
On civil war end |
The Sufrit above all! Then! Now! And forever!
Yes.
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Constitutionalist Victory
In a surprising turn of events, reports have reached us that have confirmed that the Zarcid regime in Colthage has been deposed by the Constitutionalist Army of Zanno Mzelqatid, with his forces now controlling all central government institutions to facilitate a peaceful return to constitutional rule. This news has been met with hopeful optimism throughout Coltva, particularly among the idealists within our ranks, such as Zeshmunazash Zeirutid, who see an opportunity to reconcile with the new Colthaginian government to create a more fair and just future for all. On the other hoof, those of a more pragmatic and skeptical mindset see the new government as merely a fresh coat of paint for the old regime, that will at best still actively oppress the Coltvan people despite the democratic reforms, and at worst, be a repeat of the Zarcid regime cloaking themselves in a banner of liberty and democracy. Still, no attempt at reconciliation or peace negotiations have been made on behalf of the Constitutionalists, and former Zarcid soldiers on our front have now found themselves under new command. This doesn't mean that the possibility of peace is out the window, but we will have to remain armed and vigilant to ensure that we'll have a strong standing both on the battlefield and the negotiating table.
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Is triggered only by
On civil war end |
We'll have to wait and see what happens.
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Mending Ties
The Zarca siblings approached a small, well-kept house on the coast of Colturubis, overlooking the bay. An elderly zebra stallion was sweeping the mosaic patio and smiled at the four. "Ah, young masters, what a joy! I shall set the teapot, go on to the pavilion!"
All four thanked the servant, who was with their mother for their entire lives, before continuing on. Zaydara Zarca was sitting on a sofa, watching waves softly roll against the beach, her cane standing next to her. She gave a warm smile to her children when she saw them approach. "My rays of sunshine, I am glad to see you all together again."
Out of the four, Zasdrubal seemed the most embarrassed by his mother's sweet words. "Mother, now is not the time."
Zago quickly intervened with a smile as sweet as honey. "We need your help."
The ageing zebra's eyes lingered on Zaphod, and she gave her a knowing nod. "I can tell you cannot let go what has happened." All it took was a moment under her gravitas for their hearts to open, the very same empathy which had drawn their father to her.
Zalathel looked down, seeking words to justify himself. "She could have ruined father's legacy. She could have died!"
Zaydara nodded softly at her eldest. "She could have, and so could you have. Zaphod?" Her eyes now went to her daughter, who was standing back. "Zaphod, to fight for your beliefs is to be a Zarca, but that time is past now." A deep sigh betrayed a storied past behind those words. "Your brothers need you now. And sometimes a small step gets you further than a great leap."
Her mother's words caused Zaphod to melt and she hugged Zaydara softly. "I will try, I will try." She whispered, while her mother's weak grip comforted her.
The rest of the day the Zarca family spent sipping tea and eating falafel, Zaydara smiling at tales of Zasdrubal's battles as if it were his escapades with a wooden sword and Zago's boasting of foreign contacts as if he made a new friend. She compared Zalathel to his father when he announced his plans, making the zebra gleam, while Zaphod observed her mother's way, softly smiling to herself as she embraced her family once more in her heart.
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Is triggered only by
The event “Family Reunion” option “The civil war is over, it is time to go home.” |
Family is the most important, after all.
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colthage_coltvan
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The New Commander of The East
The below descriptions are available for this event.
The following description is used if:
- None of:
- Ziliad Annizalid is active in this country
- "Father, how did you deal with generals as problematic as these?" Zalathel Zarca, Sufrit of Colthage and heir to the Zarca Family's power, sighed as he looked up to the portrait of his father. The only answer he received was Zamilcar's proud gaze staring down from his office's wall. Taking power had been easy, but one particular problem of the Zarca inheritance was frustrating Zalathel: Coltva.
Just like himself, the Coltvans had fought a war of attrition against the Storm King, but now they resisted Colthaginian control as well. Under the guise of land reform, rebel leader Zeshmunazash Zeirutid rallied the forces of Coltva. The situation was dire. Although the Colthaginian forces outgunned the rebels for now, they lacked a clear strategy. To crush the rebels, Zalathel needed to appoint one of his generals to lead the way, as he himself was indispensable in Colthage.
Two candidates had come forward, although sadly both of his brothers had passed up the job. First to apply was Bezelshazzar Zerutra, ever looking to increase his own influence. It was no secret that the zebra was an addict, but he could lead a fight. If given enough incentive, Bezelshazzar would pacify Coltva, but Zalathel worried about increasing the sly general's power.
The other applicant was Jebzel Zoblos, whose distaste for the Coltvan people was well known. This zebra would do whatever was within her power to crush the rebels. But she had a one-track mind, and Zalathel feared that the general might pass up opportunities to undermine the rebellion in different ways than brute force. There was also another zebra Zalathel had in mind who could've been a good candidate: Ziliad Annizalid. Unfortunately, he had proven himself to be a traitor and had defected to the constitutionalists, so he was now sitting behind bars. After weighing the two available candidates for a while longer, the Sufrit decided to name as Commander of the East...
The following description is used if:
- Ziliad Annizalid is active in this country
- "Father, how did you deal with generals as problematic as these?" Zalathel Zarca, Sufrit of Colthage and heir to the Zarca Family's power, sighed as he looked up to the portrait of his father. The only answer he received was Zamilcar's proud gaze staring down from his office's wall. Taking power had been easy, but one particular problem of the Zarca inheritance was frustrating Zalathel: Coltva.
Just like himself, the Coltvans had fought a war of attrition against the Storm King, but now they resisted Colthaginian control as well. Under the guise of land reform, rebel leader Zeshmunazash Zeirutid rallied the forces of Coltva. The situation was dire. Although the Colthaginian forces outgunned the rebels for now, they lacked a clear strategy. To crush the rebels, Zalathel needed to appoint one of his generals to lead the way, as he himself was indispensable in Colthage.
Three candidates had come forward, although sadly both of his brothers had passed up the job. First to apply was Bezelshazzar Zerutra, ever looking to increase his own influence. It was no secret that the zebra was an addict, but he could lead a fight. If given enough incentive, Bezelshazzar would pacify Coltva, but Zalathel worried about increasing the sly general's power.
The second applicant was Jebzel Zoblos, whose distaste for the Coltvan people was well known. This zebra would do whatever was within her power to crush the rebels. But she had a one-track mind, and Zalathel feared that the general might pass up opportunities to undermine the rebellion in different ways than brute force. The final candidate was Ziliad Annizalid, a general who sympathised with the constitutionalist faction. By all accounts Ziliad was a decent zebra, and his mild manners might help legitimise Colthaginian rule and make Zeirutid seem as the ruthless party. However, Zalathel feared the general might try to advance his own faction in Coltva, replacing one problem for another. After weighing the candidates for a while longer, the Sufrit decided to name as Commander of the East... ''
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Is triggered only by
Completing the national focus |
Option conditions
 Bezelshazzar Zerutra.
AI logic:
Jebzel Zoblos.
AI logic:
Ziliad Annizalid.
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Always enabled:
Bezelshazzar Imposes Martial Law In Coltva
Couriers and criers spread the news through the towns of Coltva: General Bezelshazzar Zerutra had arrived with a fresh contingent of troops and a mandate from the Sufrit to restore order. His first order of business was to impose martial law. Several of the protections of the Colthaginian Constitution would be suspended in Coltva and more powers granted to the military over local police and military. Aiding the rebels in any way, such as providing directions, lodgings or supplies, would be criminal and was subject to trial by military tribunal.
The news had a chilling effect on the Coltvans, with many of the zebra on the fence about the Zeirutids deciding to withdraw support. Another proclamation the general had spread was even more surprising to the Coltvans. Bezelshazzar intended to make his new headquarters in the Metzudah quarter of Kizil-Zeb, the historical centre of the town. This was a bold move and many zebras considered this a direct challenge to Zeshmunazash. Abandon his influence in the city and suffer a propaganda defeat, or fight, with Colthage still having the upper hoof in soldiers and materiel and risk losing it all.
For now, Kizil-Zeb's usual garrison was still in place, a light enough detachment to allow the Zeirutids free roam of the city, as Bezelshazzar secured other strategic locations first, intend on giving the rebels time to respond to his challenge. The Colthaginians played their first move, and Coltva held its breath to see if Zeirutid would let himself be caught off-guard.
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General Zerutra, you are a bold one.
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The Kizil-Zeb Gambit
Commander of the East Bezelshazzar Zerutra looked out over the city of Kizil-Zeb from his headquarters, positioned on a hill outside the city. His troops had split up into multiple columns, preparing to move into the city from different angles. The start of the operation would not be much trouble, with the modern outskirts of the city consisting of broad straight lanes with clear avenues of attack. The real problem would be the Metzudah quarter, the hilltop which once housed a fort from which the ancient Colthaginian trading post of Kizil-Zeb grew. The streets were windy and narrow, with the buildings crammed against each other in a tight maze.
But general Zerutra knew that it was not the layout of the city which made this operation so peculiar. As he peered through his binoculars, he spied for any sign of enemy movement in the city below, but he could not pierce through the tight inner-city alleys. The real difficulty of this operation was his lack of knowledge of the enemy's intention. If they had left the city open, then the challenge would be to ascertain that without having to ransack every building in the city. If not, Bezelshazzar would only find out when his troops would be stuck in close quarters fighting, denying him the use of his artillery. Of course, Bezelshazzar had full confidence in his professional soldiers in a pitched battle.
The general smirked, as he had the rebels right where he wanted them. Either they trapped themselves in a siege, or they fled, showing they were nothing more than frightened peasants. Satisfied with himself, he retreated into his tent, closing the flap and taking out his favourite spirit-expanding substance. He grimaced as his eyes lit up in anticipation.
Trigger conditions
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Is triggered only by
The event “Bezelshazzar Imposes Martial Law In Coltva” option “General Zerutra, you are a bold one.” |
Time to spice up the thrill of victory!
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Bezelshazzar's Triumph
A few hours after he retreated into his tent, his adjutant pulled a dazed general Zerutra out of his tent and into his open roofed car. As the vehicle drove into Kizil-Zeb, his aide tried to explain the events of the day to his superior. The rebels had fled, and except for a few close calls with nervous soldiers and scared civilians, the city had been taken without incident. Although Bezelshazzar's eyes barely showed a hint of acknowledgement, his mouth curled into a sheepish smirk. What followed was a hastily arranged parade through the Metzudah quarter, with the citizens of the city watching their 'conqueror' transition from an almost catatonic state to pretending to be a god in his motorcade, slowly back to normal at the end of the day. Bezelshazzar's troops, already well aware of their general's inclinations, tried to ignore the embarrassment as best they could.
However, little changed. Bezelshazzar's troops now had the unenviable task of keeping a tight watch over his new headquarters, with the city still being an refuge for rebels, while Zeirutid had his hooves free, able to strike wherever he wished from his hideouts in the mountains. Furthermore, any propaganda effect the Colthaginians had hoped to gain from the capture of the city was nullified by Bezelshazzar's absurd behaviour during the parade. Word of the debacle had even reached back to Colthage itself, with the Sufrit writing an angry letter to his general, demanding some sort of success, although The Commander of the East did not seem fazed by Zarca's threats.
The general would leave the occupation to his aides, while he locked himself in his office, devising new plans to break the Cotlvan resistance. And behind closed doors, he often chose to forget about it all...
Trigger conditions
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Is triggered only by
The event “The Kizil-Zeb Gambit” option “Time to spice up the thrill of victory!” |
Colthage can't afford many more victories like this one.
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A Cache Of Booze
The Commander of the East, general Bezelshazzar Zerutra, sat on a chair on the balcony of his headquarters in Kizil-Zeb, looking at the bunch of papers he had received a day ago, and then out over the city, and then back over the papers again. He sighed and took a sip of water. No alcohol, no drugs, not even a pipe. Not on the day that everything hung in the balance. In front of him lay terms given to Bezelshazzar by Zeshmunazash Zeirutid. The rebel leader had them smuggled into the compound with a booze delivery, his signed letter politely hoping that peace could give more pleasure than even the stiff drinks. On a personal note, Zeirutid thanked the Colthaginian for taking over Kizil-Zeb without bloodshed, and mentioned how Colthaginian soldiers often acted more justly than the police officers they were assisting.
The terms themselves, Bezelshazzar had to admit, were reasonable. Though worded with the skills of a seasoned negotiator, the terms were plain and without the ambiguous language which treaties were usually known for. However cunning his adversary was, he was not underhoofed. Colthage would retain sovereignty over Coltva, but the locals would be allowed a great deal of autonomy. The general had never been much of a farmer, but the papers spoke in passionate words about a land reform plan Zeirutid wished to implement, which would allow all Coltvans to take care of themselves.
So now the unenviable decision was up to Bezelshazzar. Would he accept these terms, and defend his compromise with the rebels he was sent to root out to the Senate and the Sufrit? Or would he keep fighting these tenacious farmers? If he chose the latter, Zeirutid's letter plainly recommended him to save the alcohol for the Colthaginian wounded.
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Is triggered only by
The event “Bezelshazzar's Triumph” option “Colthage can't afford many more victories like this one.” |
I will accept the terms, a toast to peace!
AI logic:
I will not risk my career for these farmers, Colthage will have order.
AI logic:
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The Price Of Peace
The august halls of the Colthaginian Senate were busier than usual, as the scandal of the Commander of the East reached its conclusion. On the speaker's stand stood general Zerutra, surrounded by stone benches full of ill-humoured senators. Bezelshazzar recognised several senior officers amongst them, and when they noticed him looking, he was met by angry gazes. The murmuring died down as the eldest senator, president of the Senate by ancient precedent, tapped his staff on the ground and motioned for Bezelshazzar to speak.
"Honoured senators, Colthaginians, I come bearing the gift of peace, yet my name is used in these halls as if I were her killer." Accusations of treason and addiction already started flying towards the general from the officers and their militarist supporters. In the following hour, Bezelshazzar spoke to a tumultuous senate about land reform and regionalism, becoming an unwilling advocate for the Coltvan cause. Afterwards, the first motion passed moved for the Sufrit to appoint a new Commander of the East, a sensitive political blow questioning Zalathel Zarca's authority directly.
The stern-faced Sufrit declined his turn to speak, and after the Senate session was adjourned, met up with Bezelshazzar, flanked by two Sacred Band soldiers. "Good afternoon, general Zerutra. First of all, I regret the Senate's decision today."
The general frowned, surprised by the Sufrit's seeming mildness. "It is understandable, if anything they would have wanted the final say on the agreement, although I doubt they would have accepted."
"You have to make difficult decisions in the field, Zerutra, and every soldier lost in Coltva would have been missed elsewhere." Now the general was truly baffled, did Zarca become soft? The Sufrit noticed his general's surprise and let out a rare smile. "Do not think I agree with Zeirutid's plans. He is still a traitor and will get justice in time. But Colthage cannot be divided, not now. Have a good day, general." Bezelshazzar nodded dutifully, although privately he strongly doubted if Zalathel would ever be able to get Zeirutid in front of a judge. The general shook his head when he left the Senate himself, taking a sip of some of the drink Zeirutid had sent him weeks earlier.
Trigger conditions
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Is triggered only by
The event “A Cache Of Booze” option “I will accept the terms, a toast to peace!” |
It would have been a shame to put this on a wound.
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The Word Spreads
The mountain air was blowing through Zeshmunazash Zeirutid's mane as the zebra descended down to a village in one of the many small valleys that dotted the Coltvan hinterland. Under his hoof, the leader of the Coltvan rebellion was holding rolls of pamphlets. His compatriots, descending the steep path after him, did the same. "Careful now, I will take it personally if any of you falls and gets there before me." Zeirutid joked, his eyes focused downwards, careful with every step. There had been a lot of grumbling when the rebel leader had asked for volunteers for delivering pamphlets, as his fellow rebels all styled themselves dashing heroes instead of delivery colts. The grumbling turned into embarrassment when the rebel leader announced he'd just do it himself, after which volunteers rapidly applied.
The zebra did not stay on the streets of the village for long and hurried to a larger building where they were quickly led in by an elderly zebra mare who smiled brightly. "Zeshmunazash, in the flesh!" She would say warmly, before inspecting the stacks of papers the Coltvan rebels gratefully put down. "We will have these spread over Coltva and beyond soon enough. I wish they didn't contain such awful news..." The mare would sigh and shake her head.
"Coltvans need to know what is happening. The Commander of the East has crossed the line. Any zebra who was hoping for a peaceful solution cannot look away anymore."
Again the mare would sigh. "It is simple when you bring it like that, I suppose." The mare would walk over to another room while muttering; "Now, you and your intrepid gunslingers have earned a reward for your daring actions today, what can I give you from my refrigerator?"
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Is triggered only by
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"Yogurt, if you'd please!"
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On the Brink of War
"I come here with a simple message, my sufrit, the situation is spiralling out of control. Your appointee has only worsened the situation. Perhaps another zebra would have been a better fit."
Zalathel Zarca wheezed at the zebra's accusation, impatient with the governor who was twenty years his senior. This stallion, who had been in charge of Coltva until the Commander of the East arrived, was a leftover from his father's inner circle. "Governor, you ask for patience, while I have waited to act for months. You are the one who did not manage to bring back order after the yetis were driven out. I do not care at all for your military advice. Tell me about this situation properly or go back to your duties."
Sensing that he had little to gain from questioning the Sufrit's decisions, the governor elaborated on the Coltvans instead. "Zeirutid grows bolder by the day, encouraged by his swelling numbers. Due to, ahem..." The zebra stallion coughed politely, "Recent events, many Coltvans that were ambivalent towards us have drifted to the rebel camp. Your commander has broken what little trust the common Coltvan had left for us. Only the towns with a direct armed presence are still controlled by us and even just supplying our troops is getting expensive, as the soldiers no longer trust local suppliers."
The governor eyed at the Sufrit expectantly. He had known the reign of Zamilcar Zarca, and expected Zalathel, like his father, to come up with some sort of creative solution. The sufrit, meanwhile, nodded solemnly. "So be it, I shall dispatch new orders to the garrison and mobilise reserve forces." He then turned his attention directly to the governor. "I believe we are resigned to trot the path of war, it is the only way left to save our Republic. Prepare your staff to evacuate from Kizil-Zeb immediately if the worst should occur."
The governor frowned, "You see no other way, my sufrit?" Zalathel shook his head.
Trigger conditions
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Is triggered only by
The event “The Word Spreads” option “"Yogurt, if you'd please!"” |
"If the Coltvans do not bend, they will have to be broken."
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Battle of Kizil-Zeb
The buzzing of mosquitoes was annoying general Zerutra. Otherwise, his little cloud was perfect. Truly the gods themselves could not even enjoy such comforts, if it wasn't for that blasted buzzing. With a rip his cloud was engulfed in light, and the buzzing turned into shouting, with the cacophony of battle audible in the distance. Bezelshazzar's adjutant rushed towards him and saluted, the rest of the general's staff waiting at the entrance. "Sir, the rebels, they are fighting back. They say Zeirutid is in the city, but we can't get to him. What do we do sir?"
General Zerutra took a deep breath, and he seemed to be coming back to his senses. In his head an incredible migraine started stirring, instead of on a cloud he found himself at the edge of a roaring volcano. "We must stop it, before it is too late." The commander stated with a fearful gaze, barely present.
His adjutant looked befuddled, stammering back. "I just told you, we can't reach him, we can't win like this-"
Bezelshazzar cut off his second, "It's all going to erupt, if we don't stop it now. We have to use everything we have..."
"Everything sir?" Bezelshazzar was asked by his staffer, to which he nodded determinedly. Half an hour later, the roar of dozens of howitzers silenced the volcano and brought the general back into reality. "Holy mother Aztarte..." He muttered, running towards the sound. "Cease fire, cease fire by the gods!" The general screamed his lungs out and managed to stop the barrage mid-fire. However, the damage was done. Bezelshazzar slumped down defeated as he watched the blaze on the horizon from amidst his cannons. No zebra came to comfort him, nor did the rebels come to capture him, as they were busy fighting the firestorm engulfing the historic city centre.
News of the Battle of Kizil-Zeb soon spread, even making it to overseas papers, but the artillery barrage only galvanised Coltvan resistance. And at the next Zeirutid raid, the Colthaginians heard cries of: "Remember the Metzudah!"
Trigger conditions
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Is triggered only by
The event “The Kizil-Zeb Gambit” option “Time to spice up the thrill of victory!” |
This was the last time, I swear.
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The Siege of Coltva
General Jebzel Zoblos arrived in Coltva at the head of a large military convoy. Once in the province, the mare had her forces disperse, with sizable groups heading for Kizil-Zeb, Coltartan, and even across the interior to Marelaka. All urban settlements would receive a sizeable influx of soldiers. At first, it seemed like the new Commander of the East merely intended to strengthen the garrison, but nothing could be further from the truth. Arriving in Kizil-Zeb at the head of her forces, Jebzel Zoblos would be quick to dash any hope of a gentle regime. She commanded her forces to set up camp, and ordered all non Coltvans to leave the city. Within hours, Colthaginian soldiers had set up checkpoints at every access road, and patrols had been set out to make sure no zebra could leave the city. Telecom-cables were cut, making communication to the outside difficult. Even sea-access was denied by a destroyer blocking the port. Meanwhile, the same scene would repeat itself around cities and towns all over Coltva.
After the initial shock had worn off, several zebras from both in and outside Kizil-Zeb would attempt to come close to the Colthaginian perimeter, but were sent away, with warning shots if they were insistent. General Zoblos was watching with glee as she saw more and more of the city's inhabitants eye her perimeter with concern or desperation, as the realisation of what had happened sank in. Eventually, she ordered her soldiers to bring one of the braver Coltvans who had been hanging around one of the roadblocks for a while to her. The young Coltvan, barely a stallion, would look at the Colthaginian general with a contemptuous glare, held down by two of Jebzel's soldiers. "Let me go, you brutes!" The zebra demanded, struggling against the soldiers in vain while Jebzel smiled amusedly.
"You Coltvans can do nothing but squirm after all..." She leaned closer, grinning widely. "Until you filthy peasants stop resisting the rule of your superiors, you and all the others in those mud huts over there will not be receiving any company, understood?"
The Coltvan's eyes widened and his squirming only grew more intense. "You will not get away with this, you filthy daughter of Zargon! May the Deeplord swallow you and drag Colthage down with it!"
The stallion's curse would just make Commander of the East chuckle. "Take it up with Zeirutid. And tell your leader it is up to him to decide if you will ever see fresh food again." Jebzel gestured towards her soldiers and they carried the young stallion away.
Trigger conditions
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Is triggered only by
The event “The New Commander of The East” option “Jebzel Zoblos.” |
They will break soon.
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Zeirutid Protests
Sufrit Zalathel Zarca shook his head and reread the letter on his desk, before looking up to the portrait of his father. As always, Zamilcar did not provide any advice, just a stern gaze. Zeshmunazash Zeirutid was the last zebra the Sufrit expected a letter from, not least a letter so polite, with attached photographs and reports from Colthaginian civil servants in Coltva:
"Dear Zalathel,
I write to you in the understanding that we both share the common decency of zebra, by which I mean a basic respect for sentient life, especially when it comes to civilians and foals. That common decency seems to not be universal, however, as your new Commander of the East has demonstrated. By besieging the cities of Coltva (which are Colthaginian cities!) she has forced the civilian population into the conflict, causing much unnecessary suffering and a lack of food. Although I oppose you politically, I believe you understand your duty as Sufrit is to defend Colthaginian citizens. Therefore, I request that you replace Jebzel Zoblos with a zebra who is not willing to endanger civilian lives. In case information about the gravity of the situation has not reached you yet, I have attached photographs and reports by your civil servants about the extent of Zoblos' crimes.
I implore you to make the right decision.
Yours Sincerely,
Zeshmunazash Zeirutid"
Zalathel had no idea how the Coltvan even managed to send him a letter, and he could only guess the zebra's intentions. Zarca had to admit Zoblos' methods were excessive, to put it mildly. If Zeirutid was desperate enough to beg for a replacement, however, could that mean the blockades were actually working? If that was the case, perhaps this strategy might save more lives than it would cost, in the long term.
Trigger conditions
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Is triggered only by
The event “The Siege of Coltva” option “They will break soon.” |
Option conditions
Keep Jebzel, her methods seem to be bearing fruit.
AI logic:
I will not stand for this. Ziliad will salvage the situation.
AI logic:
I will not stand for this. Bezelshazzar will salvage the situation.
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The Breakout
"Our objective tonight is simple, everyzebra." Zeirutid's calming voice was carried by short wave radio to attics and hideouts all over Kizil-Zeb, where Coltvan rebels clutched their revolvers and rifles tight while listening to their leader. "We escape the blockade and head for the mountains, where we have freedom of movement. For that we need to break this blockade. Everything depends on speed and coordination. Wait for my signal flare, then strike as one to overwhelm the enemy. We can do this; I will see you on the other side." With those words, Zeirutid cut off the transmission and loaded his flare gun and swung his rifle over his shoulder. Without a word the zebra headed outside, towards the rally point for his unit.
Half an hour later, the silence was deafening. Zeirutid's left his unit on the edge of the city, sneaking forward himself. There he was, prone in the tall grass, as close to the entrenched Colthaginians as he dared. This had to be enough time for all units to assemble. The Coltvan reached for his flare gun and aimed towards the sky. The flare set of a cascade of action. Coltvan battle cries came from behind him and confused shouts from the front. With unflinching focus, the rebel leader grabbed his rifle and took aim at the trenches. The ringing of his shot cut through the air; the scream of his target muffled by the cranking of the bolt. A second shot sowed confusion and fear as zebra dug for cover. More flares lit up the sky and searchlights aimed towards his comrades. Zeirutid's third shot was already drowned out by fire from all sides. His eyes lost focus as he heard the hoofsteps of his comrades' race towards the trenches. Leaping to his hooves himself, Zeirutid joined them into the fray. His hooves hit the sand of the trenches. To the left a flash illuminated a frightened young Colthaginian face. With a rushed gallop and the butt of his rifle, she falls down. Safe for now. Breathing heavily, the Coltvan looks around to see only his comrades left standing in the trench, but lights and shouting in the distant indicated Jebzel' forces would soon come to plug the hole. Zeirutid again grabs his flare gun, the second flare signalling to the Coltvans it was time to scatter.
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Is triggered only by
The event “Zeirutid Protests” option “Keep Jebzel, her methods seem to be bearing fruit.” |
The Rebels have breached the perimeter!
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Meeting the Other Zeirutid
"Finally, Zarishat Zeirutid. We found her last night in a Kizil-Zeb attic after the breakout, ma'am." The soldier pointed his hoof over his shoulder towards the cell door. "Although she might not be very cooperative."
General Jebzel Zoblos, grinned eagerly. "Oh, she will be forthcoming, I am sure!" The general then opened the cell door and trotted inside. The captured zebra inside looked like a mess. Her mane was ruffled and unkept, her eyes, which had big bags under them, stared at the general groggily. Jebzel sat down in front of Zeirutid. "Good afternoon, prisoner."
Before Jebzel could say more, Zarishat interrupted, her voiced drenched in irony. "Jebzel Zoblos. You have got the wrong sibling, you just missed him. Zesh is out of town."
The taunt managed to wipe the smile of Jebzel's face. "No, I think you are exactly who I need, Zarishat. Your brother has been quite the thorn in my side, you see."
"You and me both, general." No change in tone. Now even the ever-confident Jebzel gave the Zeirutid a confused look. Was this an act? The sister seemed nothing like the brother, yet her sources told her Zarishat was with Zeshmunazash for most of the rebellion. Maybe this was just the entrance she needed. Her grin returned.
"If that is so, why don't you help me get rid of this thorn? I will get you and any zebra you want out of here in no time. And you can get your home back too, if you want." Focus appeared in Zarishat's disinterested eyes, but nevertheless, the offer seemed to not phase her.
"I'd help if I could. If Zesh had one hideout he'd have been caught already. Listen, he is way smarter than you are. If you care about your career just give up, that's my advice to you."
Jebzel started to wheeze and punched her hoof onto the table. "Who do you think you are talking to, you filthy Coltvan? I don't think you understand. If you, or any of the other prisoners related to the rebels, don't give me something, I will have you all killed!"
"Thus proving my point. For every zebra you kill, you will create a small village of rebels. Murder has a way of getting zebras riled up." General Zoblos did not even hear Zarishat's final words, she already got up and left.
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Is triggered only by
The event “Zeirutid Protests” option “Keep Jebzel, her methods seem to be bearing fruit.” |
We will find Zeirutid. No matter the cost.
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Nothing Can be Done
"I didn't sign up for this, Za'al be my witness." Captain Pazeb took a big sip from the bottle of rum on his desk and took a pen in his hoof. "Why did it have to be me?" Also on his desk were multiple files of alleged rebels. The last few days, after new instructions from the Commander of the East, the definition of rebel widened considerably. At the same time, the burden of proof needed lowered and the sentence for any rebellious act was heightened. Death would be the only acceptable sentence. But Captain Pazeb was convinced the general did not sign these sentences herself. Surely then she would understand the stress she had put her officers under with these orders!
After another big sip of rum, the zebra took a paper in his hoof. "Sixteen... Not even an adult. Did not show up to his landlord for work three days ago. Known slacker. Three citizens testify suspicious behaviour. Yea, yea, I'm sure some bastard was looking for a way to fire you, young stallion. Poor sod." With a flick of the pen Pazeb signed the death sentence.
"Right, what have we here?" The next paper contained the details of an elderly mare. "Some sort of innkeeper? Already well above the age to retire. I don't think she can hold a rifle anymore. Let's hope no zebra will miss you. Nothing can be done."
A third. A fourth. A group of six. Then Captain Pazeb lost count. Nothing can be done. Ten more? Another zebra might be worse. How big was today's stack? At least he cared. He'd say to himself. He would intervene. If it was something really bad. That's why the captain had to play along. There would be a time to make his stand. Pazeb fantasised about his heroic intervention. But surely those Coltvans would understand. Nothing can be done right now.
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Is triggered only by
The event “Meeting the Other Zeirutid” option “We will find Zeirutid. No matter the cost.” |
My bottle is empty.
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The Coltartan Camp
The newest structure in Coltartan was a compound surrounded by electric wire on the outskirts of the town. Ramshackle guard towers were manned day and night, overseeing the prisoners inside. Every day, columns of prisoners were marched into the camp. Some were wearing suits, some poor workers' clothes. Young, old, stallion, mare. The only thing the prisoners shared was their Coltvan heritage and having been designated a 'dangerous element' by Jebzel Zoblos. The barracks the Coltvans had to sleep in were shoddily made and the beds were whatever the Colthaginian soldier could find for them. Despite his orders, newly promoted Camp Commander Pazeb worked with local farmers to get the prisoners as much food as he could. None of his subordinates protested. No soldier lifted a hoof when he arranged pickups for arrested foals. Most of the soldiers guarding the camp were silent, only speaking when communication was necessary. Then there were the few who were louder than ever. Who could not care for the judgemental looks of the others as they consumed their lust for power over the innocent.
Despite following his orders in the most gentle way he could think of, Pazeb had noticed the latest afront by Jebzel had broken something among the Coltvans. For every 'danger' they'd arrest, there would be a retaliation. By now, the camp was the only safe place for Colthaginians in the entire city. He did not know how to respond. He did not have it in him to enact reprisals. The Commander did not want anything anymore. Perhaps it would be better if he went home? No. If Pazeb went home, home would be ruined as well. At least he, and the others, still had innocent memories of home. The Coltvans did not even have that. And they would have their revenge.
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Is triggered only by
The event “Nothing Can be Done” option “My bottle is empty.” |
This can't have been the plan.
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Police Reform
"Congratulations on your promotion, commissioner." General Ziliad Annizalid smiled gently at the Coltvan, before moving over to the window of his office. "You are to be the first Coltvan police commissioner in half a century, if my notes are right."
Izavel Quarzaim nodded and trotted towards the Commander of the East. "An honour I never expected, sir. One I can still scarcely believe." She pulled two cigars out of the pack in her front pocket. "But a lot of positions opened up recently. You are taking quite the risk, if I can be candid. Hah, you fired half the department! Smoke, sir?"
Annizalid smiled as he looked over the sun laden street in front of his window, but he shook his head at the mare's offer. "Colthage has no need for police officers for whom the law is a means to an end, commissioner. I want Kizil-Zeb, and all the other towns and villages in Coltva to thrive, and for that the zebras here need to be able to trust the law is on their side."
"Alright." The mare put one cigar back, before lighting her own. "The governor is probably going to whine to Zarca. Along with the big landowners. But I will not mess up this shot at peace, general." The police commissioner grinned. "Makes me wonder, was the corruption just as bad over in the capital?" A trail of smoke started rising from the cigar out of the open window.
Annizalid's smile faded at the question. "The Storm King left our institutions in tatters and opportunists took advantage." He sighed and looked down at the medal on his uniform. "The rot goes deep. But for now, let us focus on what is within our reach, commissioner Quarzaim."
Izavel took another puff from her cigar. "Za'al defends the just, general. Your actions will not be in vain. You've given me more hope in a week than I have had since I joined the force. Don't forget to keep some for yourself."
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"Let us focus on the task at hoof, commissioner."
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The End Of Army Looting
"Come on, captain, don't be such a bore. We just got some rum for the night. We didn't break nothing. We even got you a bottle!" One of the soldiers in Captain Pazeb's office, in the Coltartan army barracks was making excuses for their behaviour.
With a smile, the captain took the bottle the soldier gifted him. "I can't fault you for your taste private, but our foraging trips are over now, general's orders. So you better treat every Coltvan as if they are the Sufrit's mother from now on."
"Old Zarca's wife is still kicking?" One of the other soldiers asked defiantly.
"Yes, corporal, and we are going to pay her a visit. When you are there, you can explain why we took all her rum. Now move out soldiers."
The trio of looters saluted and then followed the captain out, with the alcohol they had acquired. Captain Pazeb marched unflinchingly to Coltartan, the soldiers behind him getting ever more embarrassed at the stares the locals were giving them. Pazeb made sure to parade the trio the long way around to the liquor store. Looking inside, the captain saw the clerk jump behind the counter when she saw uniforms. He knocked softly, raising his voice. "Good evening miss, we have come to return some goods. Could we come in?" Without waiting for an answer, the Colthaginian opened the door and the four entered the store. One shelf was laying on the floor, pieces of glass bottles scattered about the store. "This is what breaking nothing is, huh?" Pazeb muttered before trotting to the counter and putting his bottle on the counter, along with the coins to pay for it. "I apologise for the mess, ma'am, on behalf of the military."
The zebra behind the counter cautiously raised her head. "Huh? Are you, are you serious?" The officer's warm smile and the shy looks of the soldiers behind him convinced the clerk before Pazeb ever could. "Yes, the ones who vandalised the store! That must have been a month's worth of damage."
"I see how it is." The army captain pondered for a moment before smirking, grabbing the rum he bought and turning to face his zebras. "You are staying here tonight to clean up the damage. And then you are helping this clerk every evening until she reckons you made it up to her." He glared at the soldiers. "And if I catch any of you with alcohol for the next month, you're peeling potatoes until your hooves fall off. Are we understood?"
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Is triggered only by
The event “Police Reform” option “"Let us focus on the task at hoof, commissioner."” |
"Sir, yes sir!"
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Another Cause Another Rebel
"My sufrit, I am sorry for the interruption, but could you spare a moment?" Zalathel Zarca looked surprised at the young officer who just came storming up to him in the Senate hallway. However, he was not the zebra to say no to some attention.
"Very well, lieutenant, report."
The zebra mare took a second to catch her breath, before giving the sufrit a sealed envelope. "A dispatch from our agents in Coltva, sir. There is a change in political activity."
Zarca smiled, shaking his head as he broke the seal. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you did not need to gallop all this way to tell me the rebellion is losing strength." He unfolded the paper. "Although it never hurts to be the bringer of good news."
The mare started shuffling on the spot a bit, her eyes looking at the dispatch nervously and her beating heart wishing she had been more clear to the highest ranking commander in the country. Meanwhile the sufrit's smile soured as he scanned the paper. Commander of the East Annizalid had managed to lower support for the main Coltvan rebel group; the Liberation Army of the East, this has come at a cost. Many former rebel sympathisers have started openly supporting the Constitutionalist faction of Zarca's one-time challenger Zanno Mzelqatid. This may be due to the general's own influence. When he finished reading, the sufrit's gaze, now annoyed, fell back upon the mare. "I see." Was Zalathel's only curt comment.
The zebra in front of him was furiously hoping Za'al would grant her the power to sink into the floor and disappear, but the lack of divine intervention made her ask; "What are you going to do now, sir?"
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Is triggered only by
The event “The End Of Army Looting” option “"Sir, yes sir!"” |
"We will let Annizalid finish his work, and monitor the situation."
"He can't be trusted. I will replace Annizalid with Zerutra."
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A Landowner's Courtesy
"Mister Bodazthart will see you now, mister Zarca." The waitress tilted her head subtly towards the backroom door. The Gilded Arabian was an upper-class Ladies & Gentlecolts' Club, a den for the old money to strengthen their networks and do business. Zalathel Zarca stood up from his chair and trotted towards the backroom, where one stallion was waiting. Zaalshillek Bodazthart embodied old money. A grey mane and a gentlecolt's moustache adorned him, and the stifling smoke from his Cyanolisian cigar made the air moody. "Mister Zarca, thank you for coming on such short notice."
"It is my pleasure mister Bodazthart." Zalathel lied through his teeth, sitting himself down in front of the landowners' unofficial leader. Few zebras could make the sufrit cancel his business to meet them, but Zaalshillek was one of them.
Much to Zarca's annoyance, the next 30 minutes were spent on pleasantries, smoking, a few drinks and a plate of falafel. Zarca spent the time imagining himself arresting the old-fashioned zebra, but he knew full well he could not antagonise his most supportive faction. Finally, Bodazthart cleared his throat, and pragmatism seeped into his overly familial tone. "Now then, Zalathel, I did not call you here merely to talk about my kids and the farm." He put out his third griffonian cigar on the ashtray. "My friends in Coltva have been telling me your new appointment has been interfering with their business. They are telling me this may have an influence on their ability to donate to your cause, unless the interference would be removed, of course."
It took Zalathel Zarca all of his willpower to keep calm during Bodazthart's command disguised as concern. "Mister Bodazthart, general Annizalid tells me he is merely making sure labour laws are being followed. If your friends hadn't treated Coltvans as glorified slaves-"
Bodazthart interrupted, his tone still as sweet as before; "My friends are helping Coltvans see the virtue of hard work. I am merely relaying my friends' concerns about mister Annizalid as a courtesy to you, and to your father. As always, the decision is yours, and I will respect it either way." He smiled and briefly looked at the door, signifying the conversation was over. Zarca briefly nodded and then left the club, heading straight for his office, wondering yet again if he should replace his commander.
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Is triggered only by
The event “Another Cause Another Rebel” option “"We will let Annizalid finish his work, and monitor the situation."” |
If the landowners want slaves, they can just buy slaves.
Zerutra will put Bodazhart's concerns to rest.
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Rebels Return To Their Fields
"Stop here please, corporal." Captain Pazeb said to his driver, who stopped the car in front of the wooden fence surrounding a small farm plot. "That gate was fixed since we came by here last week. Let's check it out." The captain and his driver got out of their vehicle, trotting into the property, with the corporal holding on to his rifle. Pazeb pointed towards a small barn. "Remember? That was nailed shut, now the door is open." The two zebras got close and then entered the wooden building, looking around. Both froze when they heard the distinctive sound of an Ochzor revolver being cocked.
"Who's there?" A young stallion's voice said from behind a haybale.
"I am Captain Pazeb of the Colthaginian Army, on patrol. Now come out friend, we were just having a look around." Pazeb said calmly, as the corporal aimed his rifle at the hay. After a sigh, the Coltvan emerged from behind the hay, revolver still drawn at the two others. "Army huh, I was afraid you were with the Liberation Army." He nodded at the corporal and both put their guns down. "What brings you here, captain?"
"Just patrolling, and I couldn't help but notice this farm looks lived in again. Was the rebel life not for you, my friend?" Pazeb smiled, "Don't worry, we're not here to catch the other side's deserters."
The Coltvan farmer gave a brief chuckle. "Guess you could say that. After I heard about the new police, and your commander standing up to the landowners, the old farm started calling to me." The stallion smirked. "Picked up my folks from Coltartan as well, they told me the captain there is a good zebra."
Pazeb shook his head. "All that work and I still get aimed at. Either way, good luck with restoring your farm."
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Is triggered only by
The event “A Landowner's Courtesy” option “If the landowners want slaves, they can just buy slaves.” |
"And good luck with restoring Coltva, captain."
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The Pilot Light
Zeshmunazash Zeirutid looked out over the small valley in the center of Coltva. Even this place, so far removed from the patrols of the Colthaginian troops, was becoming unsafe for him. General Ziliad Annizalid, constitutionalist and Zarca's surprising pick for Commander of the East, had managed to dwindle support for the Liberation Army. And he had done it without compromising on the structure of the Coltvan economy. Much to Zeirutid's disappointment, a change in tone was enough to convince many peasants to lay down their arms. Although the rebel leader had applauded the changes Annizalid did propose, including actually enforcing the rights of Coltvans towards the landed class, the Colthaginian was not willing to, or perhaps, not able to, break the power of the landowners.
Rain started falling, but the zebra was too proud to go inside for now, standing defiant against the weather. Zeirutid was not the only one, of course, who was still defiant. But he had to be reasonable. Despite some support from the remaining hardliners, it would be amoral and unfruitful to continue the fight without support from the populace. "One good zebra is all it takes to protect the worst ones," he lamented. Zeshmunazash grabbed his rifle and held it firmly in his hooves. His mane started to hang low due to the water. But perhaps it was the weather which returned Zeirutid's resolve to him. "Perhaps his consciousness will call him to us at some point. Or to move against Zarca. And then the wound will be exposed again." The Coltvan turned around and grinned to himself. "I could not ignite the uprising today, but that does not mean there is no fuel for the fire." Finally the rebel leader headed inside, shaking his mane clean.
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Is triggered only by
The event “Rebels Return To Their Fields” option “"And good luck with restoring Coltva, captain."” |
"I will keep the flame alive, if necessary, alone."
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Peace In Coltva
Izavel Quarzaim, police commissioner of Kizil-Zeb, was making her way towards Coltva Square, the centre of the city. Only before the Storm King's rampage had the streets been so lively on a normal day. Foals were playing, and elderly zebra were sitting on benches in front of their homes instead of glaring at the street from behind curtains. With the police and the military now friendly, and the Liberation Army disintegrating, the people regained control of the street. Coltva Square too had become the bustling hub it was meant to be. Some zebras even took the time to fix up the fountain, which now made for a nice place for the young zebras to hang out. The cafés and restaurants around the square were inviting her in, but the commissioner had one specific place to go.
"Ah, commissioner, I hope you will forgive me for changing the place where we meet for today. The weather simply demanded it."
General Annizalid said when Quarzaim approached and sat down. "Not at all, Commander, I think you deserve to enjoy the fruits of your labour." She smiled genuinely; Kizil-Zeb had been peaceful for weeks now. Instead of rebel plots Quarzaim now investigated thefts and bar brawls.
"Come now commissioner, the Coltvans did this themselves. I just reached out my hoof. They had no reason to trust me, but they took the chance." Quarzaim's retort was stopped by the waiter asking for their order, and soon both zebras were enjoying a coffee.
"But I wanted to ask, Ziliad." The two had moved to a first name basis for a while now, despite Quarzaim's initial reservations. "What about Zeirutid?"
"Nowhere to be found. He did leave a note on my desk, however."
The commissioner raised her eyebrow. "What did it say?"
"He said he had to stop fighting for now, but that I was not addressing structural flaws in our system." Annizalid smiled. "I think he sees a lot more flaws than I do."
Quarzaim shook her head and chuckled, "Speaking of flaws, is Zarca jealous of you yet?"
"Oh yes, he recalled me a few times already,"
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Is triggered only by
The event “The Pilot Light” option “"I will keep the flame alive, if necessary, alone."” |
"But I can afford to ignore his letters for a while longer."
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The Lion Leading Snakes
"So, this plan, you think it will work?" Zalathel Zarca seemed sceptical at what he just heard Jebzel propose. "Why would he trust one of us, perhaps you should give him more credit than that. Zeirutid has eluded us for years."
"Oh Zalathel, you do not understand his fatal flaw. He believes so strongly in his cause, he thinks eventually every zebra would see things his way." The Sufrit kept the responses which came to mind to himself, instead nodding. "Perhaps, I suppose it would not hurt to try. What about Bezelshazzar, is he on board as well?"
"Oh, trust me, he would do anything to further his standing. Don't worry about that."
Now Zalathel really started worrying about his company. When his father was in charge, all these zebras seemed a lot less self-serving. It must have been because it was his father who was the target of their schemes. "Very well, you have my permission, but return his body to Coltva after you are done."
Now Jebzel looked surprised. "Why in Za'al's name would we do that, they'd all worship his corpse."
"Dead zebras can't lead. None of them can claim his legacy if he looms between them. Except a family member, perhaps, but from what I know none of them are among the ringleaders."
"As you wish, my sufrit." Jebzel grinned. "Thinking one step ahead, just like your father." Zalathel smiled, pleased by the blatant flattery.
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Is triggered only by
Completing the national focus |
This rebellion will soon be over.
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The Pit of Snakes
"I am not sure about this. Making us go all the way to Trotkat, to meet him in some cabin in the middle of nowhere." One of Zeirutid's bodyguards remarked, eyeing the surrounding jungle suspiciously.
"Did you not meet me on the outskirts of Maneake, in the dead of night?" As usual, Zeirutid's witty response cleared the tension from the air. "I am convinced of his intentions. Having recognized our strength, he wants to work together with us to overthrow the Zarcas. In return, we will get what we desire." Zeirutid approached the cabin and knocked on the heavy metal door, which gave a peculiar sound. "We have arrived, general." He said, after which he stood back and patiently waited.
Zeshmunazash's patience ran thin when he heard the sound of a radio switching on, and then some murmuring. A few more seconds passed and there was some rustling in the woods behind the group. "Hello?" Zeirutid asked with another knock, before his voice got overpowered by the sound of a machine gun letting loose upon the Coltvans. With the reflexes of an Abyssinian, Zeirutid leaped behind the corner of the cabin to safety and then quickly grabbed his rifle.
"Ambush!" The rebel leader shouted over the screams of his comrades, as his guards did their best to find cover and return fire. Rifle-fire now mixed with the constant hail of machine-fed bullets, as it became clear the cabin was surrounded by enemies. Zeirutid filtered out the screams of his comrades and aimed towards the shadows and flashes, before taking a shot. The silenced machine gun was one success. Another shot, one less enemy soldier. A third one, but then a pain in his hind leg forced the Coltvan on his knees. Still the rebel fired a shot. Then another flash of agony in his back. Zeirutid's vision blurred, and focused again on his comrades dying on the ground in front of him. "Not. Yet." The zebra growled, and managed to grab a grenade, throwing it towards the woods. Surprised screams ahead gave him hope. An opening. Zeirutid willed on his body, struggling forwards.
Zeirutid almost made it to the wood line, his eyes fixated on the trees. But then his chest exploded with impossible pain, and the world tumbled. His rifle fell to the ground, and the zebra's thoughts turned to home. Finally, Zeshmunazash Zeirutid closed his eyes.
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Is triggered only by
The event “The Lion Leading Snakes” option “This rebellion will soon be over.” |
Coltva is so beautiful. It is a shame you could not see it.
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Burying the Dream
The funeral of Zeshmunazash Zeirutid was an event too massive for the Colthaginian law enforcement to stop. As was tradition, the cemetery in Kizil-Zeb was located on the opposite end of a small stream from the city, and the funerary stelae stood like grim ghosts in the starry night. The road to the burial ground was lit by rows of torches and surrounded by a crowd of onlookers. As the procession carrying Zeirutid's body passed, many Coltvans weeped openly. The Liberation Army's top general, Zenarvo Ozid, one of the ones carrying the coffin, wore his saddened heart on his sleeve. Also in attendance were Ahirom Zadadid, Zammo Jazelid and rebel hardliner Zanuzel Zala.
After the invited guests went inside the small temple of Za'al, the rest of the crowd started enjoying a meal beneath the starry sky, sitting around the freshly dug grave and its large stele. Inside, the guests were greeted by an embarrassed priest and a drunk, boisterous Zarishat Zeirutid, the sister of the former Coltvan leader. As tradition required, the next step was the mrz, the ritual meal. As the rebels consumed the temple wine and the local fruits, the priest sang a eulogy for the deceased. Many in attendance lost their appetite as they were reminded of the person they had lost, not just a leader, but a loving, gentle zebra. This respectful sadness was only broken by the scrunching and burping of Zarishat.
Zala, sitting next to Ozid, whispered to him, while patting his back supportively. "They need a new leader, Zenarvo. It should be you, not her."
The general shook his head, clearly beside himself. "He is irreplaceable. I cannot replace his place in our hearts. Only she could, if..."
"Look at her, if only the people knew." Zala replied, but before they could continue the guests stood up for the final part of the ritual. All the zebras took their plates with them, throwing them into the pit outside. Then, surrounded by utter silence, Zeshmunazash was lowered into his final resting place and buried next to the largest stele of them all. No zebra, not even Zarishat, made a sound as the grave was filled. Alongside Zeirutid, lay the dreams of the Liberation Army.
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Is triggered only by
The event “The Pit of Snakes” option “Coltva is so beautiful. It is a shame you could not see it.” |
Here lies the Lion of Coltva. His body broke, but his example endures.
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A Peaceful Life
"Zesh! Your tea's done!"
"Hmm? Ah, I'll get it in a second." Zeshmunazash stood and walked into his kitchen in his small country ranch. He was still technically living off the grid, but it felt like ever since Coltva stopped simmering with anger, they weren't really hunting him anymore. "Did you grab your lunch Zari?"
"Stop calling me that! But yes!" Zesh smiled, he picked up his tea as he heard Zarishat crunching on a taco upstairs. Grabbing his tea and turron, he sat down at the table and opened the paper.
The headline caught him off guard, 'Sufrit Zarca promises further educational reforms, suggests removing barriers of entry for nation's largest universities.'
Zesh continued reading, the article listing other changes the Sufrit had made in recent years. It confused him greatly. Was this not the same zebra who had wanted his head? Who had sent crooks like Gerza after him? Things had changed when that Ziliad Annizalid fellow showed up. Then a knock rang out. They hadn't been expecting visitors, had they?
Zeshmunazash approached the door slowly, a revolver behind his back, looking through the peephole, he saw only one figure outside, and it took his breath away. Placing down his weapon, he opened the door and saw a huge smile meet him. Breathing a sigh of relief, he gestured inside.
"Come in Ziliad, this is quite a surprise."
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Is triggered only by
The event “The Supreme Sufrit” option “Zalathel has secured the Zarcid legacy for another generation.” |
"Just paying a visit to the zebra who kickstarted my career." (Nothing) | |
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Colthage Denounces The Zumidian Mandate
[This.GetNewspaperHeader]Zalathel Zarca, Sufrit of Colthage, gave a speech on the Senate floor today denouncing the Zumidian Mandate as an imperialist affront to civilisation. The speech was broadcast live over Hippogriff controlled Zumidia and coincided with a large-scale exercise of the Colthaginian army and navy on their western border.
The Hippogriff government reacted to the provocation by giving facts about the security and economic boom in the Mandate territory, calling the Sufrit 'out of control' and 'dangerous'. In a reaction to the exercises, more forces have been sent to Zumidia by Aris, and international observers are warning that the situation might escalate irreversibly if a compromise is not reached.
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Completing the national focus |
Option conditions
Zumidia shall be freed from the Hippogriff yoke! (Nothing)
The mandate is entirely justified and morally correct! (Nothing)
An enemy of my enemy is my friend... (Nothing)
Things seem to be heating up over there. (Nothing) | |
The Ten Tragic Days
[This.GetNewspaperHeader]In Colthage, after an election with contested results, one of the candidates, Batrun Zaryes, marched to the senate in an open coup. He was shot dead by the constitutionalists, but in the chaos Zalathel Zarca managed to escape prison. The ex-sufrit bombarded the senate with artillery fire, while another general, Zerutra, bombarded him back. Eventually, the two signed a ceasefire over the head of the constitutionalist government. The constitutionalist leader refused to resign and Zerutra had him arrested and himself be declared acting Sufrit on a technicality.
After ten days, peace was restored to Colthage. This is not the end of unrest, however, as in the west, the constitutionalists are regrouping, while freedom fighters in Coltva and the northwest of the country are also rearming. It remains to be seen if Zerutra can hold on to power.
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Is triggered only by
The event “The Death Of A Fallen Hero” option “Let them hold their little rallies.” |
Option conditions
Bah! Colthage is a shining beacon of stability! (Nothing)
The nation seems to be falling apart. (Nothing) | |
The Zumidian Referendum
[This.GetNewspaperHeader]Ever since the fall of the Storm King, the Kingdom of Zumidia has been under the control of the [HIP.GetName]. However, the native zebra populace have little in common with the hippogriffs of Aris and the seaponies of Seaquestria, so the occupation has been a controversial issue. Jezabzella Zeshmid of the [CTH.GetName] proposed a solution: A democratic referendum where Zumidians could choose their own fate. Now, the results have been revealed: The Zumidians voted for restoration of independence. Having promised to abide by the results, the [HIP.GetName] have now recognized Zumidia's sovereignty. It is a great political victory for the Colthaginians, who have likely gained a new regional ally.
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Is triggered only by
The event “Colthage Proposes Zumidian Referendum” option “It is a wonderful idea!” |
Option conditions
Zumidia is free once again! (Nothing)
Without our guidance, Zumidia is doomed... (Nothing)
[HIP.GetName] has lost its clawhold on the mainland. (Nothing) | |
The Zumidian Referendum
[This.GetNewspaperHeader]Ever since the fall of the Storm King, the Kingdom of Zumidia has been under the control of the [HIP.GetName]. However, the native zebra populace have little in common with the hippogriffs of Aris and the seaponies of Seaquestria, so the occupation has been a controversial issue. Jezabzella Zeshmid of the [CTH.GetName] proposed a solution: A democratic referendum where Zumidians could choose their own fate. Now, the results have been revealed: The Zumidians voted to join the [CTH.GetName]. The result came as a shock to [HIP.GetLeader], but the [HIP.GetName] had promised to abide by the results. It is a great political victory for the Colthaginians, who have expanded their Republic without firing a single shot.
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Is triggered only by
The event “Colthage Proposes Zumidian Referendum” option “It is a wonderful idea!” |
Option conditions
The pen is mightier than the sword. (Nothing)
Do Zumidians think Colthage will treat them better? (Nothing)
Colthage probably rigged the vote anyways. (Nothing) | |
Constitutionalist Uprising In Colthage
The below descriptions are available for this event.
The following description is used if:
Coltvan Republic:
- Does not exist
- [This.GetNewspaperHeader]The political opposition in Colthage, consisting of the Constitutionalist and Harmonite factions, has launched an armed uprising against the government of the Zarca family. The leader of the rebels, Zanno Mzelqatid, has accused Sufrit Zalathel Zarca of subverting the republic's ancient constitution and rigging the last year's elections. In response, Zalathel blamed Hippogriffia for trying to stage a coup in his country and vowed to swiftly crush the uprising.
The following description is used if:
- Coltvan Republic:
- Exists
- [This.GetNewspaperHeader]The political opposition in Colthage, consisting of the Constitutionalist and Harmonite factions, has launched an armed uprising against the government of the Zarca family. The leader of the rebels, Zanno Mzelqatid, has accused Sufrit Zalathel Zarca of subverting the republic's ancient constitution and rigging the last year's elections. In response, Zalathel blamed Hippogriffia for trying to stage a coup in his country and vowed to swiftly crush the uprising. With another rebellion taking place in Coltva, the Zarcid government will be hard-pressed to restore order.''
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Is triggered only by
When scripted effect “CTH_setup_CTC” is activated |
Option conditions
Zalathel will lead us to victory! (Nothing)
For the Revolution! (Nothing)
More conflict in Zebrica... (Nothing) | |
colthage_sicameon_murder
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A Murder in Scarlet
Professor Balazar Zatid of the University of Colthage was found dead yesterday morning at an archaeological dig site in the ancient Colthaginian colony of New Colthage located on the southern coast of the Scarlet Island. The professor was well renowned among the Colthaginian academic and archaeological communities and was a forerunner in the study of early Colthaginian civilisation. He had travelled to the island of Scarlet to continue his work of excavating the remains of the town. Early reports say that he was found having been beaten, strangled, shot, and stabbed with his own pickaxe. Local authorities have yet to bring forth any suspects, but there is no doubt that this will spill over into a major diplomatic incident between our two nations.
Colthage's ancient history in Griffonia has always been controversial to many griffons, who reject the idea of any substantial Zebrican civilization on their continent, or even deny any meaningful interactions between our two worlds in the past. This flies in the face of contemporary evidence that Professor Balazar Zatid and many others in both Colthage and Griffonia have uncovered, along with historical accounts and events, such as the famed Karthinian General Gripio Zebricanus who conquered the island of Scarlet for the Karthinian Republic over 1500 years ago.
Such a crime has shocked the local community and the hunt for the perpetrators is still ongoing.
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We must reassure Colthage that we're handling this with the utmost urgency. (Nothing) | |
Murder in Sicameon
Professor Balazar Zatid of the University of Colthage was found dead yesterday morning at an archaeological dig site in the ancient Colthaginian colony of New Colthage, in modern-day Sicameon. The professor was well renowned among the Colthaginian academic and archaeological communities and was a forerunner in the study of early Colthaginian civilisation. He had travelled to the island of Scarlet in Sicameon to continue his work of excavating the remains of the town. Early reports say that he was found having been beaten, strangled, shot, and stabbed with his own pickaxe. Local authorities have yet to bring forth any suspects, but the Sicameonese authorities assured us that they are treating the matter with utmost urgency.
Colthage's ancient history in Griffonia has always been controversial to many griffons, who reject the idea of any substantial Zebrican civilization on their continent, or even deny any meaningful interactions between our two worlds in the past. This flies in the face of contemporary evidence that Professor Balazar Zatid and many others in both Colthage and Griffonia have uncovered, along with historical accounts and events, such as the famed Karthinian General Gripio Zebricanus who conquered the island of Scarlet for the Karthinian Republic over 1500 years ago.
The professor's death has sparked outcry and mourning across Colthage. Protests have already started in the universities and there are many in the Senate who are calling for a firm response to such a crime.
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As an immediate effect of the “A Murder in Scarlet” event |
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Sicameon must apologise and give us full compensation for this crime.
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We trust Sicameon will handle this well.
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[CTH.GetNameDefCap] Demands Compensation and an Apology
As expected, the Colthaginian ambassador in Midoria has openly and officially asked for an apology from our country in regards to the murder of Professor Zatid. Our ambassador notes that newspapers in the Zebrican nation have been printing inflammatory editorials, accusing the Scarlet islanders and griffons in general of denying their history and of racial supremacy. Naturally our government doesn't support such notions, but the Colthaginian government has taken the opportunity to look tough towards their own people with both claws. Or both hooves, to be more apt.
Either way, the ball is now in our park. There is no easy solution here, as our investigators have not found any evidence or even any suspects and delaying a response to the ambassador would only escalate tensions further. We could give an apology for something we had no claw in and lose face towards our own people, but put the case to rest, or take a stand against Colthage's demands and risk putting fuel on the fire of protests overseas, perhaps forcing Colthage to take more drastic actions.
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Is triggered only by
The event “Murder in Sicameon” option “Sicameon must apologise and give us full compensation for this crime.” |
We will give them what they want.
Colthage won't get anything more from us.
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[SIC.GetNameDefCap] Apologises
In an official statement by the Sicameonese ambassador in Colthage, published in the major newspapers, he apologised for the murder of Professor Balazar Zatid. The Sicameonese government proposed a government allowance for the victim's family and a plaque to be placed at the crime scene commemorating the professor's contributions to understanding of our shared histories.
It seems this generous gesture has calmed tensions across the country, and the press has already started speculating about closer trade ties and a new appreciation of the shared history between griffons and zebras.
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The event “[CTH.GetNameDefCap] Demands Compensation and an Apology” option “We will give them what they want.” |
Let's put this behind us.
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[SIC.GetNameDefCap] Refuses Our Demands
In an official statement by the Sicameonese ambassador in Colthage, published in the major newspapers, he pointedly declined to apologise for the murder of Professor Balazar Zatid. He also revealed that the investigation launched by the Sicameonese government has thus far failed to uncover any evidence or even any suspects. Despite this stunning display of incompetence, they refuse to assume any responsibility for Zatid's death, and have rejected our reasonable demands of compensation out of hoof: a show of blatant disrespect toward the professor's contributions to understanding of our shared histories.
It seems this provocative gesture has inflamed tensions across the country, leading to an explosion of anti-griffon sentiment in the press. The diplomatic breach caused by this incident will take some time to heal.
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Is triggered only by
The event “[CTH.GetNameDefCap] Demands Compensation and an Apology” option “Colthage won't get anything more from us.” |
It's obvious where Sicameon stands.
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The Murder Riots
Over the past 24 hours, the protests which initially began in the universities in response to Balazar Zatid's murder have intensified and spilled outwards, with countless angry young Colthaginians taking to the streets. These protests have very quickly morphed into protests directed against the Zarcid government. Many have latched onto a ridiculous conspiracy theory that because Balazar criticized the government prior to his departure, that he was in fact assassinated by Colthaginian agents. Believers in this theory therefore blame Zalathel for his death.
In major cities, the protesters have attacked government buildings and are demanding political reform and for an end to the Zarcid administration. However, local police forces have been able to quell the unrest in most places, although the underlying issue remains. Until things die down, we can use this as an opportunity to hunt down dissenters and lock them away before they have a chance to stir up any more trouble in the future.
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As an immediate effect of the “Murder in Sicameon” event |
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This can work to our advantage.
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