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Realm of Kiria's events (kirin ids 1 - 3700 from /1826643372/events/Kirin Events.txt). Events in this category are dedicated to Kiria's harmonic path, concerning the implementation of the Grand Gallop Onward, as well as what happens after it's been a success. It also includes a couple of civil war-related events.
Kirin
id 1-20
Daybreak Over Vermilion
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Matriarch Superior Rain Shine set her brush aside and watched as the last of the black ink dried on the flattened scroll of parchment before her. It had taken her weeks to get to this point, but now, for the first time in her 36 years of rule, she had signed an Imperial decree that would be read all throughout the Realm of Kiria. With that final brushstroke, and with the copies that the scribes would make in the morning and distribute to the far reaches of the country, The Silence, her mother's legacy, would come to an end after over a century of stagnation and decay.
It did not make her happy. If anything, Rain Shine felt nervous, wondering if what she was doing was the right thing for her subjects — subjects she had never met before. But her thoughts were stolen away from that when a servant entered and announced that Autumn Blaze was waiting to see her, and the mare in question entered a few moments later at Rain Shine's behest. Autumn bowed before her Matriarch, though Rain Shine keenly noted the awe and reverence the lesser kirin offered her at witnessing her regal body, and stood up. "You wished to see me, Matriarch?" Autumn asked.
"I did," Rain Shine said, and her magic lifted a separate scroll off of her desk, neatly wrapped in a vermilion ribbon, and passed it to Autumn Blaze, who took it in her own telekinetic grip. "With The Silence ending, I am bringing together kirin from all across the Realm to discuss how we can rebuild our nation and bring it into the modern age. I am calling the first All-Kirin Plenum for National Revival... and as the mare who was so instrumental in helping the Equestrian delegation reach Vermilion, I want you to be its Premier."
Autumn Blaze looked shocked at the sudden responsibility, but she nevertheless nodded and bowed again. "I... I'm not sure if I'm ready for that responsibility, Matriarch, but if you think so..."
Rain Shine cut her off with a wave of her hoof and an assuring smile.
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 "You will do well, Autumn. I know this much."
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A Letter from Autumn Blaze
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Dear Applejack and Fluttershy,
Oh, I hope this letter reaches you two; it's not like Kiria hasn't had a functional postal system in a century, right? The hoops I had to go through just to send a piece of paper halfway across the world...
I got a new job! Matriarch Superior Rain Shine (you remember her, right? The really tall kirin?) decided to call kirin from all across the realm to Vermilion to participate in the All-Kirin Plenum for National Revival, and she made ME its premier! Talk about a leap in responsibility, right? I guess the Matriarch saw something in me when I helped you two make the last leg of the journey from Massicot to Vermilion. It's a lot to take on, and I'm not sure I'm the best kirin for the job, but I'll give it my best regardless!
But you should see Vermilion now! When you left, it was like a sleepy teenager asking for five more minutes of sleep, but now the city is absolutely bustling. I've never seen anything like it before! There are so many kirin from all over the realm pouring in every day to attend the Plenum, and there's this wonderful, colorful feeling of hope and excitement just buzzing through the air. I've spent a LOT of time meeting all the delegates I'll be working with during the Plenum, and two in particular really stuck out. The first is Winter Frost, one of our Way of Fire priestesses from Rhapsody, who's a bit of a stickler for tradition and knows way more about our fire goddess, Concord, than I could ever hope to learn. She's brought a whole bunch of priests and mystics in from across the realm to participate in the Plenum, and though I never studied our religion too hard, I'm sure we'll have lots to talk about. The other kirin is a fellow called Fickle Current who's been living in Griffonia all his life. I didn't even know what Griffonia was until last month! But he's the grandson of some businesskirin who fled the realm when The Silence started, and he brought a lot of the kirin diaspora back with him to start fixing up the homeland. They even arrived at the capital in automobiles imported from Griffonia, which pretty much nokirin in the capital had ever seen before. To say he made a grand entrance would be an understatement, though I think that rubbed Winter Frost and her mystics the wrong way; the two of them don't seem like they got off on the right hoof, so to say. But I'm confident with time we'll be able to smooth those issues out at the Plenum. After all, we're all working together to better our nation, right?
I hope you're doing well! Wish us the best of luck for the Plenum, because we're gonna need it!
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Your friend, Premier Autumn Blaze
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A Letter from the Premier
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Most Divine Matriarch Superior,
Today marks a week since you decreed that the imperial heralds would fan out across the realm and deliver the news of the All-Kirin Plenum for National Revival to the kirin of your domain. I'm pleased to report that the decree is proceeding swimmingly, apart from a few hiccups here and there, and your subjects are finally learning that The Silence is over. I've already been receiving reports from the envoys in the field that many towns and settlements are taking to the streets with joy and excitement, and I understand their feelings perfectly. You, Matriarch, are blessed with a lifespan that lasts twice as long as the rest of us, thanks to Concord's divine favor, so time must seem to feel twice as fast. Sixty years is hardly half your strengthened lifespan, but an entire generation of kirin has been born, raised, grown old, and is now passing on in that same time, having only known The Silence their entire lives. In a century from now, The Silence will have only been a fraction of your life, while it has come to dominate the lives of all of your subjects; ending it now and starting a new chapter for the kirin species fills all of us with joy and excitement at what tomorrow brings. The hardships we all were born into and lived through will soon feel like a distant memory now that we all, together, get to shape our destiny, and for that, you have won the undying love and devotion of all your subjects. I don't think I can possibly overstate just how great of a change this will be for all of us.
Even still, I know this won't be easy, nor will the future we create for Kiria be what everykirin desires. Some kirin want to rapidly modernize us to catch up to the rest of the world, while others are far more cautious, remembering the disasters of modernization under your mother's rule. There will probably be bickering and arguing and fighting, but good things don't come to those who wait. They have to be fought for, and that's what we'll all be doing at the Plenum. With your guidance, I know we can create a bright new future for all kirin, and I'm thrilled to serve by your side.
Let's do this together, and let's do it right.
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Your devoted servant, Premier Autumn Blaze
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The Grand Gallop Onward
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Matriarch Superior Rain Shine momentarily hesitated as she took to the podium placed on the steps before the imperial palace. Her red eyes shifted downwards and scanned over the hundreds... no, thousands of faces staring up at her. She had to remind herself that this was the first time most of her subjects had ever seen her in person. Rarely had she ventured outside of the palace walls all her life, and even rarer still had been any occasions to speak to her subjects, or let them speak to her. Her ascension through her mother's funeral pyre had been a quiet and closed affair within the palace walls, and only imperial proclamations to the kirin of Vermilion would have let any know that a change in leadership had taken place 36 years ago. Now, she stood before them as their new Matriarch Superior, ready to lead them out of the darkness of The Silence that had stifled kirin society for so long.
"My faithful and loyal subjects," Rain Shine began, glancing down at the prepared speech in front of her and then back at the crowd. "I know this is the first time most of you have ever seen your Matriarch. I know this is the first time you have ever heard my voice. But a new era for Kiria could not begin without allowing you to meet me. I am not my mother. I am not the mare who created the decrees and laws that created what we call today The Silence. I am not Noctilucent Charm, but I am her daughter. And today, I will begin the atonement for my mother's mistakes."
Surprised murmuring passed through the crowd, and Rain Shine let that proclamation sink in before continuing. "I have set in motion a series of decrees and appointments that will bring about the end of The Silence," she said. "Today is the beginning of a new era for Kiria. But I alone cannot forge our future. It is time for all the kirin of the Realm to join me in this future we create together. The kirin people must join me on a Grand Gallop Onward, a leap that will see us modernize our industry, our technology, our agriculture, and our science. This realm that has been entrusted to us by Concord is blessed by her wisdom and favor. We kirin are an ingenious people, a people who are intimately familiar with the creative and destructive force of fire. We will use our gifts to make the most of Concord's blessing. Through hard work, grit, and fervent devotion to the fire goddess, the Realm of Kiria WILL emerge from The Silence to become a world power within a decade. There is nothing that we cannot accomplish together! So I ask you, kirin of the Realm... will you join me in The Grand Gallop Onward?"
Thunderous applause and ecstatic cheering was the crowd's response, seemingly audible across the entirety of the Realm.
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The Grand Gallop Onward begins today!
 Modernisation!
We have embarked on one of the most ambitious projects any nation or race of people has ever endeavored to complete: the complete modernisation of our backwards and isolated country within a few short years. We will have to take care that we sever the traditional ties that hold us back with a surgical scalpel and not a bonesaw if we don't want to destroy our culture in the process.
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Émigrés Return Home
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Fickle Current watched from Fragrance's harbor as another ship pulled into port. The ships had been arriving in Kiria's northernmost port city by the day, each one loaded with dozens of kirin making the return to their ancestral homelands. These were the kirin of the diaspora, descendents of kirin who had the good sense to flee the Realm when The Silence began. Many had longed for home their whole lives, to reconnect with their people and their families, but unwilling to sacrifice their livelihoods to scratch out an impoverished living in squalor that such a move would force upon them. But now, with The Silence ending and Matriarch Superior Rain Shine inviting all kirin living abroad to return home and help modernize the nation, the diaspora had found the excuse it had been looking for to finally cease living abroad like exiles and return home as heroes.
The ship in front of Current had sailed in from Griffonia, judging by the signal flags hanging between its masts, and the businesskirin pushed against the crowd surging off of the ship to find one particular face. He found it on the body of a green kirin with a white mane, and as soon as the two recognized each other, they stepped forward and embraced on the docks. "Current!" the green stallion exclaimed. "So good to see you! I feel like it's been years!"
"Only a few, Cypress Snow, but years it has been." The two kirin stepped back, and then Cypress followed Current as the two began to move toward an automobile parked on the cobblestone roads by the docks. "I'm glad you came," Current continued as they trotted. "Though I imagine giving up a position at Greenback University had to have been rough."
"Not as rough as trying to educate you back in the day," Cypress joked. "But my talents will be better suited here than in Yale. The kirin here are in desperate need of somebody to educate them. We have to bring the Realm's standards up to snuff with the rest of the world, or we will be left behind."
The two sat down in the back of the automobile, and the driver slowly pulled away from the harbor. "The return of the diaspora is something the Realm desperately needs," Current agreed. "The kirin living here are all poor peasants living in the mud of their farms. The Realm needs us if it's ever going to make itself great again, even if half of these farmers see us as foreigners trying to end their way of life. But I imagine the Matriarch will amply reward us for saving her nation when all is said and done."
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"She will owe everything to kirin like us. That's a powerful debt to hold."
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The All-Kiria Collegium
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Autumn Blaze let out a sigh of relief and stretched her sore legs as the last of the bills to lay the foundation of the All-Kiria Collegium, Kiria's first modern university and heavily inspired by academics from Yale, finally passed the floor by a razor thin margin. The contentious issue that had turned what should have been a good idea everykirin could agree on into a parliamentary nightmare had been the university's stance on religion: the university was officially secular, and would not make mandatory the attendance of sermons and the observance of holy days that were crucial to The Way of Fire. Winter Frost's religious clique had fought tooth and nail to reject the proposed university's secularism, claiming that it would corrupt kirin intellectuals for generations to come and only breed heresy and disrespect for Concord, while Fickle Current and his proposed president of the new school, Cypress Snow, had claimed that removing religion from the lecture hall would allow new ideas to grow without the shackles of tradition and mysticism to hold them down. The debate had been furious and lasted for hours, and in the end, it fell on Autumn Blaze and her supporters to decide the matter in Current's favor. The university would be secular, and Cypress Snow would be its president.
But that had not been the end of it. As soon as the floor cleared from the vote, Winter Frost stood up in her booth and put her hooves on the vermilion rail separating the seats from the plenum center. "If we are going to plant the seeds of heresy in our garden, we must at least have somekirin to watch over it and pluck the weeds as necessary," she began. "I motion that the Collegium be placed under the jurisdiction of the Reform Bureau. This kind of right-wing radicalism that Current and his cronies bathe in must not be allowed to breed at our academic centers, or we will have turned our backs on Concord and the Matriarch Superior!"
Fickle Current was quick to respond, hopping to his hooves after only having taken his seat moments before. "You lost the fight over the university, and now you wish to cripple what you cannot control!" he spat back at her. "The traditionalists control the Reform Bureau; you would stifle our academics instead of letting them grow and blossom." Before Frost could respond, he turned to Autumn Blaze and addressed her directly. "Premier, your faction decided the last vote, so put an end to this one as well. Do not let Winter Frost and her traditionalists censor this university, or the future of the kirin literati will suffer for it."
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The Collegium must be independent!
The Reform Bureau will curtail the spread of radical ideas.
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Verdant in Bloom
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"There is another issue I want to talk to you about."
Autumn Blaze looked up from her tea at Fickle Current, a small frown curving her lips as she met Fickle Current's eyes. The businesskirin always wore a suit, and today was no different, even in the heat outdoors. It made him look intelligent and sharp, but also marked him as an outsider, somekirin who hadn't lived in the Realm during The Silence, instead thriving in Griffonia until the time was right to return to the home of his grandparents. Every time he said something, Autumn had to remind herself that the two of them might as well be different species; the only thing they had in common was their race, and their hopes for bringing the Realm out of the dark century of The Silence—though even in that, they differed.
"These 'Rising Fire' heretics... they're growing ever more powerful in Verdant," Current continued, unaware of or simply indifferent about Autumn's frown. "Communalists who think that The Silence was a beneficial realignment of kirin society, and that our treasured Way of Fire has failed us. They've even started attracting Marksists and Stallionists to their numbers. You know what those are, correct? A violent revolutionary ideology that thrives in toppling monarchy and castrating the beneficial ventures of capitalism?"
"In some opinions, yes," Autumn demurred. "But I believe in the Grand Gallop Onward. We can incorporate everykirin's ideas into rebuilding our nation. Cooperation makes us stronger."
"And divisions make us weaker. They must be stopped, and they must be crushed now before it is too late," Current urged her. "Use the power of your position to officially denounce and disperse this filthy corner of our society. Do it now, before their heresy grows, and our Matriarch Superior is the next monarch to be overthrown."
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"I believe in the Grand Gallop Onward. How can we gallop on if we leave kirin behind?"
"The risk of the Rising Fire heretics joining forces with Marksists is too great."
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The Banners of Vermilion
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Rain Shine stood in the massive plaza of the open-air Verdigris Rotunda outside of the imperial palace, counting the numerous colorful feathered banners fluttering in the slight breeze of the dreary day. A small drizzle had settled over Vermilion, and two of her palace servants used their magic to keep the rain off of her regal body, but the kirin assembled in the plaza before her stood tall, stoic, and proud. Some were young, barely more than colts and fillies, while some were older, their scales weathered and cracked with the passage of time. But one thing drew them all together, and those were the colorful banners they rallied around.
"You few, you proud, gallant few," Rain Shine began, addressing the crowd with a respectful dip of her head. "You are the children, grandchildren, or even great grandchildren of the last soldiers to serve in my mother's Thousand Banners. Your ancestors served well in the Thousand Banners, and were rewarded amply with land upon which to start a family when they retired. Their children, and their children's children, served after them in the Banners. Like my own family, your families became strong military dynasties that will survive the worst the world can throw at them... even something like The Silence."
Her eyes shifted to look out on the plaza, noting all the empty space unoccupied by the tiny gathering of kirin in front of her. "I summoned you here through imperial decree because it is time to rebuild the Thousand Banners of Vermilion. You will be the first to serve me, should you choose to follow in the hoofsteps of your ancestors. You will be made captains and officers, and you will protect the Realm from any threats, just as your forebears did. There are not a thousand banners standing before me, true, but I look forward to the day when this rotunda is filled with a thousand colorful banners, like a rainbow fallen onto the earth. But the first banners... they will be yours, and they will be honored by Concord's blessing. So I ask of you, kirin of the Realm: who will step forward and serve their Matriarch?"
She did not have to wait long for a response. One by one, the kirin under each banner stepped forward, carrying their banners with them for Rain Shine to bless with a touch of her magic. One by one, they knelt before her and swore their oaths to the Realm, just as their ancestors once did long ago. And one by one, Kiria earned its Banners back on that day.
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Today, a hundred banners. Tomorrow, a thousand!
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Harmony, Heritage, Homeland
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As the All-Kirin Plenum for National Revival goes on, what was originally a call for reform—Harmony, Heritage, Homeland—has become a rallying cry for the three cliques that have swiftly formed with the Plenum's maturation. Premier Autumn Blaze and her supporters advocate for Harmony, a platform of liberal reformism that seeks to align the Realm of Kiria with the ideas and tenets of the Equestrian model. Renowned priestess Winter Frost and the religious sect of the Plenum believe in the kirin heritage, seeking to remember the traditions that once made Kiria a wonderful and prosperous nation, and to remember the Way of Fire and the fire goddess Concord for bringing the oftentimes violent kirin race together into a peaceful theocracy, an ideal once thought impossible six centuries ago. Those who have made Homeland their rallying cry are led by Fickle Current, the grandson of businesskirin who fled the Realm a century ago when The Silence began, and who has now become the leading voice for the return of the kirin diaspora and literati. All three have very different ideas of how to modernize the nation and shake off the vestiges of The Silence, and in many aspects, their ideas are incompatible with each other's. As the debates and deliberations drag on, one of these factions will eventually find an edge over their competitors and win more delegates over to their side. The question now becomes the following: which faction is the one truly blessed by Concord's divine wisdom?
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Premier Autumn Blaze's liberal reformism!
Winter Frost's conservative traditionalism!
Fickle Current's nationalist revivalism!
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In the Hall of the Matriarch Superior
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Matriarch Superior Rain Shine watched the delegates assemble in their seats for the day's session of the Plenum with a note of concern. What had started out as a heterogenous mixture of kirin and their ideas at the beginning of the plenum had differentiated itself into three homogenous groups as time went on, with kirin attaching themselves to cliques of like-minded individuals and all sitting grouped together. Discussion and mingling between the delegates had all but ceased, and now the delegates had firmly attached themselves to their preferred leader and ideals: Premier Autumn Blaze and her liberal reformists, Priestess Winter Frost and her traditionalist sect, and the businesskirin Fickle Current and his cabal of capitalists. Those three factions had turned the free-flowing exchange of ideas into hard-fought political debates, most of which were only resolved when two cliques ganged up on the third to enforce their compromise over the other party. Her presence as Matriarch Superior forced her delegates to take a step back and calm down when they began to get angry, lest one transform into a nirik in the presence of their Matriarch, yet even still, tempers readily flared.
But even her powerful and respected presence nearly failed in controlling the assembly when the doors opened and a large procession of priests and mystics in vibrant red and gold robes entered the hall, followed by a score of poor farmers. They had barely begun to fill out a bank of empty seats before Winter Frost jumped to her hooves and spat in their direction. "Heretic!" the priestess raged, pointing a hoof directly at the fiery mare who led the procession in. "Your twisted mockery of the Way of Fire is not welcome before the sacred presence of our Matriarch Superior! Leave now, or I will drag you down the palace steps and toss you out of Vermilion myself!"
Winter Frost's fellow mystics joined their voices to hers, and even some of Fickle Current's clique and Autumn Blaze's allies began to boo and hiss as the Premier struggled for control. Yet none of that seemed to disturb the newcomers' leader, who simply turned about to face Rain Shine directly and bowed low. "Divine Matriarch, my name is Rising Sun, and my followers have traveled a long way to meet you," she said. Her voice was shrewd and sweet, and when Rain Shine looked into the mare's eyes, she saw a cunning cleverness hiding in their fiery depths. "You have called, and the kirin of the west have answered. The Path of the Rising Fire is here to participate in this renewal of our great nation... so long as you will have us."
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The kirin of the west shall be allowed to stay.
AI logic:
We cannot give heretics a voice in Vermilion.
AI logic:
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Showdown at the Rotunda
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- Has completed national focus
“In the Vermilion Court”
- Has completed national focus
- "And now we move onto the next topic: the revitalization of the Morning Secretariat, as official advisors to the Matriarch Superior on matters of state." Autumn Blaze looked around the Plenum, trying to assess the thoughts and feelings of her peers as they brought the topic to table. She didn't have to wait long for Winter Frost to speak, and frowned when the priestess waved a dismissive hoof. "The Morning Secretariat has continued to serve its function unperturbed by The Silence. The mystics have served our Matriarch Superior well, as I'm sure she can attest, and her mother before her. I move we dismiss this topic and focus on more important matters at hoof."
Autumn quickly shook her head and launched into her retort. "The mystics of the Way of Fire have had sole representation to our Matriarchs for hundreds of years. During The Silence, they were so focused on meditation and spirituality that they failed to clue the Matriarch in on how the common kirin suffered under her mother's decrees. The Silence wouldn't have lasted this long had the Morning Secretariat had a few voices who weren't obsessed with the Way of Fire on it. We need more diverse representation. I move that we elect a new Morning Secretariat from the members gathered here in the Plenum, to advise the Matriarch on matters of our rapidly changing state as we modernize."
"I agree," Fickle Current cut in from across the room. "Our Matriarch, blessed as she is with Concord's wisdom, will not be well served by traditionalists stuck in the past, when the Realm's future is in the... well, future. I will support your plan, Premier, but in return, I ask a favor." The businesskirin made a show of clearing his throat and raised his voice to make his words clear to the rest of the Plenum. "Ever since the tragedy of 902, the merchant class has been banned from seeking audiences with the Matriarch, let alone approach her in any official capacity as an advisor. I ask that the merchant class be allowed to serve on the Secretariat, and additionally, ten of the seventy seats will be reserved for business and industry representatives. It is they, after all, who are providing the backbone for the Realm's modernization."
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- The Rising Fire was allowed into the Plenum. (?)
- "And now we move onto the next topic: the revitalization of the Morning Secretariat, as official advisors to the Matriarch Superior on matters of state." Autumn Blaze looked around the Plenum, trying to assess the thoughts and feelings of her peers as they brought the topic to table. She didn't have to wait long for Winter Frost to speak, and frowned when the priestess waved a dismissive hoof. "The Morning Secretariat has continued to serve its function unperturbed by The Silence. The mystics have served our Matriarch Superior well, as I'm sure she can attest, and her mother before her. I move we dismiss this topic and focus on more important matters at hoof."
Autumn quickly shook her head and launched into her retort. "The mystics of the Way of Fire have had sole representation to our Matriarchs for hundreds of years. During The Silence, they were so focused on meditation and spirituality that they failed to clue the Matriarch in on how the common kirin suffered under her mother's decrees. The Silence wouldn't have lasted this long had the Morning Secretariat had a few voices who weren't obsessed with the Way of Fire on it. We need more diverse representation. I move that we elect a new Morning Secretariat from the members gathered here in the Plenum, to advise the Matriarch on matters of our rapidly changing state as we modernize."
"I agree," Fickle Current cut in from across the room. "Our Matriarch, blessed as she is with Concord's wisdom, will not be well served by traditionalists stuck in the past, when the Realm's future is in the... well, future. I will support your plan, Premier, but in return, I ask a favor." The businesskirin made a show of clearing his throat and raised his voice to make his words clear to the rest of the Plenum. "Ever since the tragedy of 902, the merchant class has been banned from seeking audiences with the Matriarch, let alone approach her in any official capacity as an advisor. I ask that the merchant class be allowed to serve on the Secretariat, and additionally, ten of the seventy seats will be reserved for business and industry representatives. It is they, after all, who are providing the backbone for the Realm's modernization."
"If the merchants have a voice, then the common kirin should have one too," Rising Sun quickly added. "How can the Secretariat advise our Matriarch if nokirin represents the laborers in the fields and the workers in the factories? I move that the Secretariat should be an elected body open to any kirin who wishes to run. It is the only way to ensure every voice is heard."''
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Option conditions
 We will only allow delegates from the Plenum on the Secretariat.
Fickle Current shall have his ten reserved seats.
The Secretariat shall be open to all kirin!
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A Crisis of Faith in the Morning Secretariat
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- Realm of Kiria:
- Has completed national focus “In the Vermilion Court”
- Has completed national focus
- "And lastly, I would like to propose the official separation of the functions of The Way of Fire from the functions of the state." Autumn Blaze snapped out of her daydreaming, Fickle Current's sudden proposal bringing her squarely back into reality. She wasn't alone in that: the rest of the kirin assembled in the Plenum audibly gasped, including some of Current's own clique, and none more so than Winter Frost's traditionalist sect. "We cannot expect business and industry to be beholden to the teachings of The Way of Fire when our religious fundamentals were laid down before modernization of today's scale was scarcely dreamed of," Current continued, pushing on with a firm voice against the agitations of the Plenum. "Modernization relies squarely on one thing, and that is the free flowing river of currency from the hooves of the buyer into the hooves of the seller. When we are talking about the modernization of the present, thousands of tons of gold will exchange hooves in a season, and all of it has to be accounted for. Splitting off a portion of this gold in tithes will only hamper the rapid pace of modernization. What use does Concord have for our gold, I ask you? If we are to move forward as a nation and as a society, the stranglehold Concord's temples have on our economy must be loosened for the greater good. I therefore move that the tithes be abolished and sacred lands held by temples and monasteries be opened up for public use and private investment in an effort to speed up the modernization of the Realm."
"You reject tradition!" Winter Frost screamed, and Autumn felt her gut clench as the priestess briefly flickered with fire and fury. "You do not know what it means to be a kirin! You are a foreigner trying to shape our nation in the image of heathens! Have you traded Concord's divine spark for a griffon's boundless greed?"
The temperature in the Plenum rose, both figuratively and literally, as tempers began to flare. Thankfully, it was Rain Shine who stepped forward and put a stop to the brewing catastrophe merely by standing up. When the Plenum fell silent, she narrowed her eyes at everykirin assembled. "You will calm yourselves, by Concord's grace," she ordered, and her followers obeyed. Then she turned to Autumn Blaze. "Premier, this is your disagreement to settle. Let us settle it and move on, lest we lose ourselves to anger."
The following description is used if:
- The Rising Fire was allowed into the Plenum. (?)
- "And lastly, I would like to propose the official separation of the functions of The Way of Fire from the functions of the state." Autumn Blaze snapped out of her daydreaming, Fickle Current's sudden proposal bringing her squarely back into reality. She wasn't alone in that: the rest of the kirin assembled in the Plenum audibly gasped, including some of Current's own clique, and none more so than Winter Frost's traditionalist sect. "We cannot expect business and industry to be beholden to the teachings of The Way of Fire when our religious fundamentals were laid down before modernization of today's scale was scarcely dreamed of," Current continued, pushing on with a firm voice against the agitations of the Plenum. "Modernization relies squarely on one thing, and that is the free flowing river of currency from the hooves of the buyer into the hooves of the seller. When we are talking about the modernization of the present, thousands of tons of gold will exchange hooves in a season, and all of it has to be accounted for. Splitting off a portion of this gold in tithes will only hamper the rapid pace of modernization. What use does Concord have for our gold, I ask you? If we are to move forward as a nation and as a society, the stranglehold Concord's temples have on our economy must be loosened for the greater good. I therefore move that the tithes be abolished and sacred lands held by temples and monasteries be opened up for public use and private investment in an effort to speed up the modernization of the Realm."
"You reject tradition!" Winter Frost screamed, and Autumn felt her gut clench as the priestess briefly flickered with fire and fury. "You do not know what it means to be a kirin! You are a foreigner trying to shape our nation in the image of heathens! Have you traded Concord's divine spark for a griffon's boundless greed?"
The temperature in the Plenum rose, both figuratively and literally, as tempers began to flare. Thankfully, it was Rain Shine who stepped forward and put a stop to the brewing catastrophe merely by standing up. When the Plenum fell silent, she narrowed her eyes at everykirin assembled. "You will calm yourselves, by Concord's grace," she ordered, and her followers obeyed. Then she turned to Autumn Blaze. "Premier, this is your disagreement to settle. Let us settle it and move on, lest we lose ourselves to anger."
Before she could speak, however, Rising Sun stepped forward. "Premier, before you make your decision, if I may," she said, bowing her head despite the jeers of her contemporaries and rivals...''
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Concord is Kiria and Kiria is Concord; we cannot separate the two.
The Way of Fire worked centuries ago, but a secular hoof is needed to move on.
 The Way of Fire
Let Rising Sun speak.
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Rising Sun's New Dawn
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"You have the floor," Autumn said after a moment's indecision. She tried to prepare herself for what would come next; doubtless letting Rising Sun and her heretical sect have a moment in the spotlight would lead to more headache than it was worth. But the Plenum could not be fair if all kirin didn't have a chance to speak...
"Thank you." Rising Sun raised her head from her bow, stepped out into the center of the Plenum, and turned to address her peers. She took only a moment to collect her thoughts before she began. "Mountains are not forever," she began, her piercing eyes slowly sweeping across the crowd. "Expecting a mountain to stand tall and resolute for ten thousand years is a foal's folly. They change with the weather, worn down season by season. What yesterday we thought was unchangeable will be tomorrow changed. So too must our teachings and our doctrines. Five centuries ago, The Way of Fire was the tallest peak in the mountain range, but it is different today that it was then. There is no shame in changing and adapting to fit the times," she said, her eyes stopping on Winter Frost for a moment before continuing on. "We must change and adapt if we want to survive. But we do not dam a river when instead it could be rerouted," she said, and this time her gaze settled on Fickle Current with a slight frown. "Common sense guides the spirit of Kiria now just as it did back then. We do not need to pretend the problems of today are the same as they were a century ago, nor do we need to pretend that we must start over if we are to combat them. The Way of Fire will learn to adapt with the forces of modernization, to work with it as a graceful dance partner, promoting equality, justice, peace, and harmony for all kirinkind. It will not be swept away by modernization, but instead will guide it to a brighter dawn. It will not abandon our sacred traditions, but seamlessly marry them to the future we create for ourselves here today. So I ask you, kirin of the Plenum, this simple question: why choose yesterday or tomorrow, when we could live together in the new today that we make for ourselves?"
Somehow, Rising Fire's stirring words had moved kirin from all across the Plenum to applaud her speech. The delegates would vote as she saw fit, Autumn Blaze concluded, but she frowned as she spent a few more moments to dissect the priestess' words. She had never used the term 'The Rising Fire' to label her beliefs, but Autumn knew that it was what she'd proposed. The heretic was slowly worming new ideas into the Plenum, but there was nothing Autumn could do except hold a slight frown as Rising Sun grinned at her and the votes were cast.
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Yesterday's traditions and tomorrow's vision will be joined in today's beliefs!
The Way of Fire
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An Accord with Concord
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- Realm of Kiria:
- Has completed national focus “In the Vermilion Court”
- Has completed national focus
- Priestess Winter Frost did her best to hide her scowl as she watched her Matriarch Superior surrender her absolute authority over the Realm with ink brushed on paper. The entire Plenum had been moved outside to the steps of the Vermilion Palace, where Rain Shine read her latest imperial decree to the kirin of the capital, turning its words into law with her divine voice. But those words were not hers. Instead, they were the conniving traitors' words read through the Matriarch's voice, turning blasphemy into religious creed and curtailing Concord's divine influence on the world by weakening Her avatar. It made her blood boil, but she kept it all hidden under a neutral expression. A priestess of The Way of Fire could not go against the decisions of her Matriarch, no matter how much they irked her.
Instead, she directed her ire toward Fickle Current and his cronies, their pleased expressions sickening her to her stomach. Not two days had passed since Current and the rest of his Griffonia-educated ilk had proposed a charter that stripped away much of Rain Shine's power under the pretense of simplifying and codifying the Realm's governance. Her divine authority had been transformed into legal power and stolen from her court by the Morning Secretariat, which Current and his friends had a very strong hoof in. Though the charter recognized Rain Shine's divinity, reaffirming her union with Concord at her ascension when she emerged from the flames of her mother's funeral pyre, it also removed her ability to speak directly for Concord and rule by decree, instead forcing her to earn the Secretariat's consent before making a decision that would affect the Realm. While the Matriarch's court would remain open for petitioners, the matter of ruling would now be handled almost exclusively by the Morning Secretariat.
Winter Frost wasted no time in separating with her clique when the decree was finished and the delegates were allowed to go their separate ways. The less time she had to spend in the traitors' presence, the better. Something would have to be done about them, she told herself, lest the Kiria she knew and loved one day ceased to be.
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- The Rising Fire was allowed into the Plenum. (?)
- Priestess Winter Frost did her best to hide her scowl as she watched her Matriarch Superior surrender her absolute authority over the Realm with ink brushed on paper. The entire Plenum had been moved outside to the steps of the Vermilion Palace, where Rain Shine read her latest imperial decree to the kirin of the capital, turning its words into law with her divine voice. But those words were not hers. Instead, they were the conniving traitors' words read through the Matriarch's voice, turning blasphemy into religious creed and curtailing Concord's divine influence on the world by weakening Her avatar. It made her blood boil, but she kept it all hidden under a neutral expression. A priestess of The Way of Fire could not go against the decisions of her Matriarch, no matter how much they irked her.
Instead, she directed her ire toward Fickle Current and his cronies, their pleased expressions sickening her to her stomach. Not two days had passed since Current and the rest of his Griffonia-educated ilk had proposed a charter that stripped away much of Rain Shine's power under the pretense of simplifying and codifying the Realm's governance. Her divine authority had been transformed into legal power and stolen from her court by the Morning Secretariat, which Current and his friends had a very strong hoof in. Though the charter recognized Rain Shine's divinity, reaffirming her union with Concord at her ascension when she emerged from the flames of her mother's funeral pyre, it also removed her ability to speak directly for Concord and rule by decree, instead forcing her to earn the Secretariat's consent before making a decision that would affect the Realm. While the Matriarch's court would remain open for petitioners, the matter of ruling would now be handled almost exclusively by the Morning Secretariat.
"How foolish," Rising Sun said by Winter Frost's side. "To think mortals could bend a Goddess' divine will to their own uses... perhaps The Way of Fire has lost the way?"
"Quiet, heretic," Winter Frost hissed at her. "I do not need you making today any more intolerable than it already is."
Rising Sun merely chuckled at that. "The Rising Fire supports our Matriarch," she said. "This charter is just an unfortunate stopgap for the challenges we face. Our way survived The Silence, and it will survive this too." She gave Winter a sly smile as she added, "Perhaps one day you and I will see eye to eye on these things. We need not be enemies, not when our way of life is at stake."''
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Option conditions
Only fools would put shackles on a Goddess and think themselves smart for it.
"The Way of Fire must adapt like the Rising Fire, or all is lost."
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Unrest in Fragrance
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Fickle Current slowly marched up the stairs toward the burnt-out town hall, passing by scores of kirin quietly sitting amongst the ashes in protest, their glares turned toward the imperial guards gathered around the perimeter. It was only his third time visiting Fragrance, his family's ancestral hometown, but this time he came as an ally in the government.
As soon as the news of the unrest in Kiria's once-largest city reached Vermilion, Current had immediately volunteered his time to go and resolve the matter on the Matriarch's behalf. As the procession of automobiles navigated the dirt roads between Vermilion and Fragrance, he had taken the time to read up on any information from Fragrance he could get his hooves on. As far as the reports went, Vermilion's attempt to assert its authority over its distant urban centers had been met with resistance in Fragrance, where the city's elected council refused to cede power to the Vermilion envoys up to the moment they were forcibly removed by the envoys' guard detail. The bad blood between Fragrance and Vermilion had boiled over, and a few nirik transformations had reduced the town hall to cinders. Now, the kirin protested by peacefully sitting in the courtyard of the demolished town hall, but the conviction in their beliefs had not died down in the slightest.
After asking around, Current shortly found himself directed to Cherry Blossom, the city's mayor and organizer behind the protests. She looked up from the papers on her table as Current approached and frowned at him. "If you're here from Vermilion, then you might as well turn around and tell the Matriarch that we won't talk until her lapdogs are gone," she growled. "Fragrance refuses to negotiate with the sons of Vermilion."
"What about a son of Fragrance who will turn your rags back into riches?" Current sat down across from her and set his hat down by his side. "My grandparents lost everything when The Silence ravaged our city, just like yours. But I'm back to make it right again. My friends are powerful, and they are the driving forces behind the repeal of The Silence and the return of Fragrance's industry. You have my word as a delegate of the Plenum and a devoted son of Fragrance that I will do everything in my power to return our city to its former glory by shaping Vermilion policy from within. All I ask of you is to stand back and stand by until our moment of glory comes."
Cherry Blossom scowled, but after a moment she nodded in agreement. "If you can save Fragrance, then by all means, do so," she said. "But know it will take a lot from Vermilion to undo a hundred years of suffering. Fragrance will not be humiliated a second time."
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"Nor will it be. You have my word."
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In the Garden of Tranquil Florescence
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Autumn Blaze again touched the piece of paper rolled up and hidden inside one of the pockets in her vermilion and golden robes as she observed the festivities in the Garden of Tranquil Florescence. It had been her masterpiece of her time as premier so far, a sprawling and lively festival to welcome Kiria back into the modern world by inviting delegations from all across the world to witness the resurgence of kirin culture with the end of The Silence. Delegations from Equestria, Aquileia, Wingbardy, and the Griffonian Empire were all present, along with envoys from many other nations, all bedazzled by the spectacles of kirin folk songs and dances, pyrotechnics, gymnastics, the military drilling of the elite kirin Banners, and of course, seemingly endless kirin cuisine. The past two days had all been an effort to butter up the delegates and please them before giving her speech, in which she would politely ask for assistance from foreign nations in modernizing the Realm—modernizing a nation as large and disparate as Kiria within a few years would be impossible without outside help, after all. Hopefully, the foreign envoys would be able to secure favorable terms with their governments if they left Kiria pleased and amazed with what they saw.
But as Autumn prepared to give the speech, she still found herself wrestling with how to request foreign aid. Winter Frost and the traditionalists had pressured her to take a more moderate approach, to advocate for the righteousness of The Way of Fire and its tenet of living in harmony with nature rather than conquering it. Fickle Current, however, had urged her to found her request on Kiria's abundance of natural resources, simply waiting for foreign capital to be exploited and traded around the world. It left Autumn in an uncomfortable position: should she ask for help based on good faith and favors, or exchange the resources of her home for the money of foreigners?
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We will ask for foreign aid in exchange for favors and Concord's blessing.
We will use our natural resources as a bargaining chip to bring them to the table.
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A Missive from Hyacinth
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To Premier Autumn Blaze,
I am sending you this urgent message requesting support for the kirin of Hyacinth in recovering from a pirate attack. According to the locals, about three days before our imperial delegation arrived in the city to reassert the Matriarch Superior's authority over the coastal town, a large pirate armada appeared on the horizon and stormed the port. The pirates swiftly blockaded the port, disembarked from their ships, and stripped the town bare of any and all valuables the townsfolk possessed, even pressing some of the villagers into service aboard their ships before embarking again. Such raids are not uncommon, the villagers tell me, and have been a somewhat regular occurrence for decades, ever since a large pirate haven was established on the Auburn Isle just off of Hyacinth's coast. The pirates do not kill or burn, I am told, as they treat the coastal villages like fruit bearing trees to be cultivated and harvested when the time is right, yet the frequent raids on these villages have stifled their growth and left them too weak to fend for themselves.
Every village I visited along the coast told similar stories. It is clear that something needs to be done, but until we can rebuild a navy of our own, it seems unlikely that anything CAN be done. How are we supposed to reassert the Matriarch's divine rule over all the Realm if we cannot protect those living on our coasts? One way or another, these pirates must be brought to heel and their armada disbanded. It is the only way to create peace and prosperity for the fishing villages and harbor towns along the coast. Until the pirate menace is dealt with, we will struggle to truly end The Silence in all of Kiria, and our efforts at modernization will never be successful.
Please bring this matter to the Matriarch Superior's attention at the first chance you get. Her subjects depend on it.
Our Matriarch's loyal servant,
Firecracker
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How do we stop pirates when we don't have a navy?
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The Letter of the Law
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"The Plenum now moves onto the matter of the evaluation of laws passed as part of The Silence's decrees," Autumn Blaze said, pulling the next proposal across her desk and skimming over the brief attached to it. "Fickle Current, since this is your proposal, how about you get us started off?"
"Gladly," the industrialist said and, standing up, he took the podium to address his fellow delegates. "Members of the Plenum, we have already gone so far in revoking and repealing many of the ill-advised decrees that constituted the hundred year decay that brought our nation to where it stands today," he said. "The faults in these decrees were easy to see and were dismissed accordingly; likewise, the laws that filled in the spaces between Matriarch Noctilucent Charm's decrees should also be removed. Some of these laws explicitly ban little things like singing, dancing, and loud talking in public, and I think even priestess Winter Frost will agree with me that these measures are archaic and unnecessary in today's Kiria. Other laws, such as the banning of independent hierarchical organizations and capital punishment for nirik transformations, though seldom enforced, should likewise be removed. We must allow our society to grow with our nation, and these restrictions instead stunt it. Make nirik transformation a misdemeanor like public intoxication and do away with the rest, and we will be one step closer to a functional modern society."
Though most kirin nodded in agreement, Winter Frost rose to voice her counterpoints. "While I may personally agree that some of these restrictions are trivial, were they not Concord's divine intention, passed through her previous avatar, Matriarch Charm?" she began. "Removing them would be blasphemy, and it is not up to us to decide what should be done. That is Matriarch Rain Shine's decision, not ours. But I must outright reject your proposal to remove the capital punishment on nirik transformations, Current. We need a strong deterrent to prevent the transformation into the nirik state, now more than ever. Remove that and we only feed more fuel to the fire. Tempers will flare, and another bout of nirik transformations will be the calamity that sees all our progress permanently undone. It is not a risk we can afford to take, and so the only way to control it is to punish it with the harshest penalty imaginable. So, kirin of the Plenum, do we abandon the safeguards that prevented the complete destruction of our nation a century ago, or do we remember our traditions and the reasons why these safeguards were implemented in the first place?"
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Kirin society must modernize with the nation.
These laws were passed for a reason, and that reason is still valid today.
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Let a Hundred Flowers Blossom
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The following description is used if:
- At least one of the following is true:
- Country flag KIR_expelled_communists is set
- None of:
- Realm of Kiria:
- Has completed national focus “In the Vermilion Court”
- Has completed national focus
- It was a nice change of pace, Autumn Blaze calmly noted, to be able to gather with the leaders of the other factions and enjoy dinner and drinks together after a hard day of hammering out policy and reform at the Plenum. It wasn't every day that the clique leaders could put aside their differences and enjoy a meal together—Winter Frost and Fickle Current certainly weren't inviting each other over for tea after a long day arguing—but on the rare days when the Plenum could pass its agenda nearly unanimously (or at least without heated arguments), Autumn liked to take the two out for dinner afterwards and relax. It helped to remind everykirin that they were all kirin and partners in this endeavor, not enemies to be defeated.
"I think we can all agree that the ending of the Quiescence was for the betterment of our realm," Fickle Current said as they waited for their meals to be brought out to them. "One by one, we've rolled back Matriarch Noctilucent Charm's decrees that stifled our education system and banned the study of science, religion, and philosophy outside of what we already knew in 903. That's the mark of progress, right there."
"The new freedom of information is helping us unravel more of Concord's mysteries," Winter Frost agreed. "Concord lives in science and philosophy as much as she does in our religion. The Way of Fire is not merely a matter of theology, it is the foundation of our society and everything that we do. Exploring how Concord's divinity influences the natural world around us is just as important as understanding how we can better strive to follow her teachings."
"I recently read a report that came across my desk saying that the number of schools in the realm has multiplied a hundredfold in such a short time," Autumn added. "More kirin are gaining the gift of education than ever before, and at a higher quality than even we thought imaginable when we first started. That's cause for celebration, I think."
"Agreed," Current said, and he lifted up his drink in his magic, prompting Autumn and Winter to do the same. "A toast, then, to Kiria's progress. We are making a dream that once seemed impossible into tomorrow's reality."
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- The Rising Fire was allowed into the Plenum. (?)
- It was usually a nice change of pace, Autumn Blaze noted, to gather her fellow leaders of the Plenum together for dinner after a successful and (mostly) argument-free day. It was a good way to remind everykirin that they were all on the same team and all wanted to modernize Kiria; just because they had different ideas on how to go about it, they weren't supposed to be enemies in this process. She had hoped that today would be another one of those days, where Winter Frost and Fickle Current could stop going at each other's throats for an evening over a shared enjoyment of a good meal, but it was clear that things weren't going according to plan.
"Repealing the Quiescence was supposed to be a good step forward," Winter Frost bemoaned. "Opening up the study of science, religion, and philosophy was supposed to foster a renewed vigor in the exploration of The Way of Fire. But Rising Sun and her heretics have hijacked it for their own agenda! They're using modern printing presses to print thousands of copies of Her Incandescent Will, a text that was banned for good reason before The Silence, under the guise of freedom of speech! They twist Concord's divine will to suit their own heretical interpretations of a communalistic society. Who knows how many righteous followers that harlot has corrupted with her blasphemy? She should have been run out of Vermilion the moment she showed her face in the Matriarch's holy presence!"
Fickle Current remained unsympathetic. "Perhaps if your fellow mystics did not shun progress, Rising Sun would not be outcompeting you," he said. "You fear printing presses and the inventions of modern society. You try to copy the teachings of The Way of Fire by hoof and horn with quill and ink, and act surprised when Rising Sun's followers print a thousand copies of her texts for every one of yours? Perhaps this is why The Way of Fire is losing influence while The Rising Fire grows ever stronger."
Winter Frost slammed her hooves down on the table and abruptly stood up, glaring at Fickle Current. "If you will not support Concord's teachings and her holy will, then I will not share a meal with you," she growled, much to Autumn's dismay. "I am leaving." She turned to Autumn only to say "Good night, Premier," then stormed out of the restaurant without waiting for her meal to arrive. Fickle Current merely shrugged and watched her go, keeping his thoughts to himself.''
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Option conditions
To a brighter tomorrow and a brighter Kiria!
So much for a nice dinner with our peers...
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Checked Balances
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- Country flag KIR_expelled_communists is set
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- Realm of Kiria:
- Has completed national focus “In the Vermilion Court”
- Has completed national focus
- Autumn Blaze crumpled up yet another piece of paper in her magic and turned it into ash with a little frustration channeled through her horn. She'd been stuck in her office all day because she couldn't find the right way to word the draft of the bill in front of her. She was about to set it aside and try again later when the door to her study opened and a brown kirin stepped in with a fresh stack of papers for the Premier to look at. When the newcomer saw Autumn's exasperation, however, she paused in the doorway and frowned. "Autumn? Is this a bad time?"
Autumn sighed and waved the kirin in. "No, Cinder Glow, it's not. I've just been beating my face against the table for Concord knows how many hours now, and I've gotten basically nowhere with our new constitution!"
Cinder Glow bit her lip and stepped closer. "What's the problem, then?" she asked her premier and party leader. "Read it out to me. Maybe that will help you figure some things out."
"Well, it's worth a shot, at least." Autumn took a deep breath, sat upright, and pulled out her stack of notes. "I've been trying to work everykirin's concerns into the new constitution, and that's going fine, I guess. The executive power of our Matriarch, her court, and the Reform Bureau is pretty cut and dry. The Morning Secretariat's legislative abilities are fine too. But it's the whole thing with the courts. Back in the day, legal disputes were settled by priests who determined which party Concord favored, but you can imagine just how big of a problem that could easily become. Current and his allies want to just import Griffonian judicial law wholesale, but Griffonian society is entirely different from kirin society; how can we just import that without considering our own heritage? And of course, Winter Frost wants things to stay exactly how they are..."
"You might just have to favor one or the other as the starting point for the bill," Cinder Glow offered. "Either use The Way of Fire as the basis, or Griffonian law, and work backwards from there to reach a good enough compromise for kirin society. It'll definitely favor one side more than the other, but finding a compromise that makes everykirin happy ends up making nokirin happy, right?"
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- The Rising Fire was allowed into the Plenum. (?)
- Autumn Blaze crumpled up yet another piece of paper in her magic and turned it into ash with a little frustration channeled through her horn. She'd been stuck in her office all day because she couldn't find the right way to word the draft of the bill in front of her. She was about to set it aside and try again later when the door to her study opened and a brown kirin stepped in with a fresh stack of papers for the Premier to look at. When the newcomer saw Autumn's exasperation, however, she paused in the doorway and frowned. "Autumn? Is this a bad time?"
Autumn sighed and waved the kirin in. "No, Cinder Glow, it's not. I've just been beating my face against the table for Concord knows how many hours now, and I've gotten basically nowhere with our new constitution!"
Cinder Glow bit her lip and stepped closer. "What's the problem, then?" she asked her premier and party leader. "Read it out to me. Maybe that will help you figure some things out."
"Well, it's worth a shot, at least." Autumn took a deep breath, sat upright, and pulled out her stack of notes. "I've been trying to work everykirin's concerns into the new constitution, and that's going fine, I guess. The executive power of our Matriarch, her court, and the Reform Bureau is pretty cut and dry. The Morning Secretariat's legislative abilities are fine too. But it's the whole thing with the courts. Back in the day, legal disputes were settled by priests who determined which party Concord favored, but you can imagine just how big of a problem that could easily become. Current and his allies want to just import Griffonian judicial law wholesale, but Griffonian society is entirely different from kirin society; how can we just import that without considering our own heritage? And of course, Winter Frost wants things to stay exactly how they are, and Rising Sun thinks we should make our own basis starting from the assumption that all creatures are equal in Concord's vision..."
"You might just have to favor one over the others as the starting point for the bill," Cinder Glow offered. "Use one idea as a basis and work backwards from there to reach a good enough compromise for kirin society. It'll definitely favor one side more than the others, but finding a compromise that makes everykirin happy ends up making nokirin happy, right?"''
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Option conditions
Griffonia has a modern judicial system. We should start there and work backwards.
The Way of Fire is inseparable from kirin society. It should be the basis.
All creatures should be equal before Concord. That's where we start.
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Dredging Up Old History
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- Country flag KIR_expelled_communists is set
- None of:
- Realm of Kiria:
- Has completed national focus “In the Vermilion Court”
- Has completed national focus
- It wasn't long before the first of the ancient ships breached the surface of the water, its crooked and splintered mast exposed to the winds of Fragrance for the first time in ninety years. Fickle Current watched as the salvage crews busily set to work securing the rotting wreck to tugboats and barges, ready to haul it into a nearby drydock for repairs and refitting. It was one of three early dreadnoughts that had formed the backbone of the Vermilion Armada before the Silence, and when it was scuttled along with its two sister ships, it had been one of the most advanced seafaring vessels in the world. Nowadays it would have been horrifically obsolete, of course, but some salvage and retrofitting would turn it into a serviceable, if outdated, foundation for a new Vermilion Armada.
The history of the ships was something that every foal of Fragrance knew well, and Current was no exception. The ships had taken part in the Armada mutinies after The Silence was passed, where the sailors of the Armada attempted to seize their old ships, mothballed for ten years by that point, and strike into the open waters as pirates, mercenaries, and smugglers; anything to provide for Fragrance's swiftly impoverished populace. Soldiers from Vermilion had suppressed the mutiny and retook most of the mothballed ships, immediately scuttling them to prevent a second mutiny. It was just another insult in a long list from the imperial capital, and the message it sent was crystal clear: Vermilion expected Fragrance to quietly huddle up and die, and any attempts the city made to save itself were treason. That humiliation stung deep, and the hateful lessons it had taught had simmered for a hundred years.
But today was a new day. Like the ships of the line returning from the murky depths of the harbor, Fragrance was beginning to return to yesteryear's glory. These ships, raised in Fragrance and launched from its drydocks, would be the first to safeguard Kiria's post-Silence maritime interests. Fragrance, just like them, was leading the way for a post-Silence Kiria. And one day, Fickle Current hoped, Fragrance and all of its children would be given the respect they deserved for everything they sacrificed for the Realm.
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- The Rising Fire was allowed into the Plenum. (?)
- It wasn't long before the first of the ancient ships breached the surface of the water, its crooked and splintered mast exposed to the winds of Fragrance for the first time in ninety years. Fickle Current watched as the salvage crews busily set to work securing the rotting wreck to tugboats and barges, ready to haul it into a nearby drydock for repairs and refitting. It was one of three early dreadnoughts that had formed the backbone of the Vermilion Armada before the Silence, and when it was scuttled along with its two sister ships, it had been one of the most advanced seafaring vessels in the world. Nowadays it would have been horrifically obsolete, of course, but some salvage and retrofitting would turn it into a serviceable, if outdated, foundation for a new Vermilion Armada.
The history of the ships was something that every foal of Fragrance knew well, and Current was no exception. The ships had taken part in the Armada mutinies after The Silence was passed, where the sailors of the Armada attempted to seize their old ships, mothballed for ten years by that point, and strike into the open waters as pirates, mercenaries, and smugglers; anything to provide for Fragrance's swiftly impoverished populace. Soldiers from Vermilion had suppressed the mutiny and retook most of the mothballed ships, immediately scuttling them to prevent a second mutiny. It was just another insult in a long list from the imperial capital, and the message it sent was crystal clear: Vermilion expected Fragrance to quietly huddle up and die, and any attempts the city made to save itself were treason. That humiliation stung deep, and the hateful lessons it had taught had simmered for a hundred years.
"You must be quite impressed with your city's resurgence." Rising Sun's sudden appearance made Fickle Current jump, and she leaned her forelegs across the harbor guardrail as her intelligent eyes took in the salvage operation. "It's like Fragrance is reborn. I bet the symbolism of raising those old ships to start our new navy is leaving you just dripping with pleasure."
"What do you want, Sun?" Fickle Current asked her.
She chuckled. "Those ships were scuttled because the sailors forgot their place. They let their own self-interests overpower their obligations to The Way of Fire and their Matriarch. If you ask me, Fragrance was let off easy for letting it happen in the first place."
"I didn't," Current shot back. "Your point?"
Rising Sun just shrugged and turned away, her tail darting out from under her robes to flick Current's ear. "I think it's just something to remember," she said as she trotted away. "Because if something like that happens again, Fragrance and her foals aren't going to get a second chance."''
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Option conditions
Fragrance will save Kiria. Matriarch Rain Shine best remember that.
"Your threats do not frighten me, Rising Sun."
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The Teahouse Mercenaries
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Winter Frost tongued the inside of her cheek in contemplative thought as she watched the latest ship from Griffonia sail into port. It was a cargo freighter loaded with goods from the griffon lands, but Winter was more interested in the creatures on it. Some were griffons, a few were ponies, but most were kirin. They were all employed by the Sycee Trading House, one of Kiria's oldest trading houses, yet few of the kirin on board had ever seen their ancestral homelands. Sycee fled the Realm with its businesses when The Silence started, and had maintained its success overseas by employing members of the kirin diaspora to sail its ships and to protect them with their lives. It too was coming home, just like its employees, and Kiria had Fickle Current to thank for that.
Winter herself wasn't as thankful as the rest of the Plenum about that. Sycee was brought back because it had experience fending off pirates and protecting its cargo with well-trained seafarer marines, and Kiria had a pirate problem on Auburn Isle. Kiria needed the return of Sycee's business to establish foreign trade and to use its marines as a stopgap measure until it could train its own army and navy. But this was Fickle Current's work, and everything that kirin did was done with his friends' best interests on his mind, interests that seemed to frequently overlap with making more money. While the marines might officially have been placed under the command of the Vermilion Banner Army, Winter doubted that their loyalties moved as quickly as their supposed allegiance. Were these kirin truly ready to serve their Matriarch, or were they still the Sycee Trading House's creatures? If push came to shove, Winter wasn't sure she wanted to be in the room when the Realm found out.
One thing was certain, she knew. Fickle and his cronies were strengthening their own position while addressing the Realm's problems. Winter and her fellow mystics would have to keep pace if they wanted to keep the heart and soul of Kiria firmly devoted to Concord and Her Matriarch.
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Every action we take is a double-edged sword.
Three Companies of Seafarer Marines will be incorporated into the Vermilion Banner Army: - Banner of the Foam-Flecked Serpent - Banner of the Leaping Carp - Banner of the Silver Tempest
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The Bourgeoisie and the Proletariat
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The picket lines had already been erected around the factory by the time Fickle Current's automobile pulled up in front of it, with dozens of kirin workers standing behind them. They held signs and chanted slogans, and one of them had gathered a sizable pile of rocks that could easily be turned into missiles at a moment's notice. Though soot and smog hung in the Fragrance air, the factory behind them was unmistakably silent, the gears of modernity ground to a halt by the striking workers.
Current frowned and stepped out of the car, moving along behind the cordon of private detectives and security staff that had assembled to face the striking workers. He found Cypress Snow watching from a vantage point, a similarly displeased look on his face. The two nodded at each other in greeting, and then both turned their attention to the striking workers. "They don't have any Rising Fire priests with them," Fickle noted.
"It's not the communalist heretics this time," Cypress said, shaking his head. "It's just some workers unionizing and sharing subversive leftist literature. There are a few rabble-rousers operating within the city who might have imported it from Stalliongrad, Prywhen, Skynavia - not that where it came from really matters. What matters is that these ideas are spreading in the city, and filling their heads with nonsense."
"Then it looks like the Rising Fire has a modern competitor, and we have a nuisance to deal with." The sight of the protesting workers and the sounds of their chants took Current back to his days in Skyfall, where he had seen similar unrest play out before. "We know the playbook then. This is nothing we haven't dealt with in Skyfall."
"Right. We bring in scabs from someplace rural and tell them they're getting good-paying jobs, which will let the factory get cheap replacement for the strikers. Then we kick the squatters out and crack some skulls if we have to. The company's pockets are deep enough to get some mercenaries together for a raid. Maybe Sycee will be willing to part with some of its marines for a bit." Cypress then turned to Fickle and frowned. "But we have to get control of this now and stamp the movement out at the source before it gets worse. We know how this goes, because we've seen it before. We'll have to be proactive here. Find whatever subversive is stirring the workforce up, and deal with them. The last thing we need is to lose Fragrance to the proles.
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Radical Marksists will never have a home in Fragrance.
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The Troubled Waters of Hyacinth
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"Ships spotted off the port bow! Gunners, at your stations!"
Fickle Current looked up from his book as sailors scrambled about the steamer, spurred on by the captain's call to arms. Setting it aside, the businesskirin climbed up to the top deck, dodging a few sailors hurriedly moving up and down the stairs leading into the ship's hull, and found a spot along the port side of the ship, where a marine squinted out over the waters with a frown. "Ships?" Current asked him, spotting three outdated junks sailing towards the steamer. "Are they pirates?"
"We're close to Hyacinth, so aye, likely," the marine responded. "They aren't answering our signals, so they're likely part of the Nacre Armada. Not to worry, though. The forward gun on this ship can turn them all into splinters before we get in range of their muskets and cannons."
Fickle nodded, his ears flattening as the steamer's forward gun let loose a warning shot to ward off the approaching ships, the shell creating a plume of frothy white water where it landed. As he watched, the junks threw up the black flag, though one barely had a chance to raise it to the top of its mast before a kill shot from the steamer's gun crumpled the wooden hull in on itself. The marines let out a cheer, even as futile musket shot from the surviving junks began to splash the water off the steamer's port side, though that abruptly stopped when a booming clang rang out and the ship lurched to port, sending Fickle Current tumbling to the side.
"Submarine!" somekirin yelled, but it was too late. The submarine had surfaced from directly underneath the steamer, and from its hatches burst forth a swarm of pirates, armed to the teeth with swords and antiquated firearms. Ropes flew up over the starboard rails, and the subsequent onslaught of the pirate boarding party overwhelmed the marines, who could only muster a token resistance before they lost the deck.
Fleeing from the carnage, Fickle stumbled through the steamer's narrow corridors, sighing in relief as he ran into a quartet of sailors armed with rifles and bayonets, prepared to fight on in a rearguard action belowdecks. But hurtling out of a side corridor was a mare garbed in splendid raiment with two swords held aloft in her magic, falling upon the unprepared sailors with her twirling blades and cutting them down in a flurry of steel. She grinned as Current tried to slide to a stop, and before he could gallop the other way, spun one of her swords around in her magical grip and smashed the pommel against the scales under his horn.
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Darkness.
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The Matriarch of the Auburn Isle
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Fickle Current sat in the corner of his dark cell, wondering how much time had passed since his last meal of stale bread and rice wine. He'd awoken in the black abyss convinced he was dead, and it wasn't until the heavy metal door opened for his first meal that he'd seen any light. But apart from when a slot in the door opened to give him his meals, it was barred shut. The walls of the cell were all brick, and the one time he had managed to work himself up into enough of a rage to try and tap into the nirik taboo to burn a way out of his cell, he couldn't find a flammable weak spot to set fire to. All he'd accomplished was burning his suit to ashes, and the experience had left him dizzy, disoriented, and sick. Another attempt was off the table.
Hoofsteps approached, and Current looked up, turning to where he thought the door was supposed to be. Keys turned in the lock, and the door squealed on rusty hinges as it opened outwards. Torchlight blinded the stallion, and he had to cover his face for a few moments to let his eyes adjust to the sudden light. When he could see again, he looked up to see a kirin mare standing over him, and he quickly realized it was the same one who had knocked him out during the ambush. "You," he croaked, recoiling slightly from her. "What do you want? What happened to the crew? To the ship?"
His response was a biting slap across his face, hard enough to rattle his teeth together. "Quiet, and listen," the mare said, frowning at him. "My name is Roaring Fire. The pirates of the Auburn Isle sail under my command, and the kirin of Nacre call me their matriarch and protector. I have come to bargain." Roaring Fire gestured vaguely to the outside world. "Your friends in Fragrance paid your ransom, and so I am letting you go. A ship will take you back to Hyacinth, where your navy is waiting to put its hoof to my neck and break the back of my armada. That is a fight I cannot win. But I know you are also staring down a fight you cannot win, and so I want to make a deal." She squatted down and thought her next words over carefully, the jewelry in her mane jingling faintly in the darkness of the cell. "I don't just have buccaneers, I have spies. I know what you want. I know that the NAKP is training paramilitaries and preparing for the worst. And should the worst come to pass... wouldn't it be better to have more friends on your side than enemies?"
She dug through her robes and pulled out a white candle with a jade wick. "This candle has been enchanted by dragon fire. Burn a message in it, and I will receive it. Your navy will take Auburn Isle, but they will not find my armada here. But rest assured, I will answer the call when you need me."
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"Release me and take your ransom, pirate, but you will have no help from me."
"I'm a stallion of business, and I know when a good deal is on the table."
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The Capture of Auburn Isle
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- Country flag KIR_fickle_current_rejected_roaring_fire_flag is set
- Fickle Current watched from the bow of an armored junk as the Fragrant Flotilla steamed into Nacre's harbor, their marines quickly seizing control of the docks and allowing the larger troop transports to dock and disgorge their troops. But he soon realized there was no fight to be had; the pirates were already long gone, just as Roaring Fire had promised, and not a shot was fired in the capture of the island. The prancing kirin banner of the Vermilion Realm soon replaced the black flag hanging from the flagpole in the center of Nacre, and the marines let out a cheer while the townsfolk sullenly watched their home fall to the invaders, their once mighty pirate armada having abandoned them.
"Guess even pirates know when a fight's lost," the junk's captain remarked to Current from his side. "Smart move on their part. The Flotilla would have broken that fleet into driftwood, even if they had a submarine hiding in it. Without their base in Nacre, the armada's going to fracture and wither away. We'll have a couple more raids I'm sure, but their glory days are done."
Current silently nodded along, remembering the offer Roaring Fire made him, and how he'd spurned it. She'd been enraged and had nearly turned nirik on him, but had enough common sense to realize when she was beat and to cut her losses and run. He doubted he'd seen the last of her, but even if he hadn't, it wouldn't be too long before somekirin did her in. The captain was right; without Nacre to supply her armada, Roaring Fire's days were numbered, hers and the rest of her pirate brethren.
It was another victory for the NAKP and the Realm as a whole.
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- Country flag KIR_fickle_current_allied_roaring_fire_flag is set
- Fickle Current watched from the bow of an armored junk as the Fragrant Flotilla steamed into Nacre's harbor, their marines quickly seizing control of the docks and allowing the larger troop transports to dock and disgorge their troops. But he soon realized there was no fight to be had; the pirates were already long gone, just as Roaring Fire had promised, and not a shot was fired in the capture of the island. The prancing kirin banner of the Vermilion Realm soon replaced the black flag hanging from the flagpole in the center of Nacre, and the marines let out a cheer while the townsfolk sullenly watched their home fall to the invaders, their once mighty pirate armada having abandoned them.
"Guess even pirates know when a fight's lost," the junk's captain remarked to Current from his side. "Smart move on their part. The Flotilla would have broken that fleet into driftwood, even if they had a submarine hiding in it. Without their base in Nacre, the armada's going to fracture and wither away. We'll have a couple more raids I'm sure, but their glory days are done."
Current silently nodded in agreement, but he knew the truth of the matter. Roaring Fire had let them take Nacre, on the assumption that she'd one day get it back. Doubtless that would be what she would ask for in return for her services to the NAKP; she'd make a useful governor at any rate, given how the kirin of Nacre loved her. In the meanwhile, she would take her armada to some other hideaway and lay low for a while, maybe sustaining herself off of raiding the Zebrides and the Zebrican southeast until Current called for her. He absentmindedly touched the small candle tucked away in his suit. One letter and a spark of fire, and he'd have the entirety of Roaring Fire's armada at his disposal.
The board was set and the pieces were in position. Now all he had to do was wait for somekirin make the first move.''
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Auburn Isle belongs to the Realm once more.
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No Dealings with Scoundrels
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It only took Current a few moments to make up his mind, and he took the candle from Roaring Fire and snapped it in two with his magic before crushing the wax into the ground. "I am a proud son of Fragrance," he proclaimed, sternly scowling at Roaring Fire. "I am a reputable businesskirin and I will not stoop so low as to consorting with criminal scum to get what I need. I do not need you, and so I will not dirty myself with your help."
Roaring Fire bared her teeth, and red flames began to lick at the edges of her mane. Her eyes turned piercing white, and her teeth elongated into vicious daggers as her rage started to consume her. "Insolent fool!" she growled, her voice taking on a demonic edge as she slipped closer to the nirik state. "I should flay you alive! Hammer nails under your scales and peel them off one by one! You will know pain when I am through with you!"
But Current stood his ground. "You would not dare hurt me," he stated. "If you lay a hoof on me, your armada will be hunted to the ends of the earth. You can flee from Nacre, but my friends will make sure every single one of your ships is found and sunk, and every single one of your pirates is executed for their crimes. Face it; the age of piracy is over. You are a dying breed, a last gasp of a lawless time. But I am the face of law and order in Kiria. I am the face of progress. I am the face of the future. And the future does not need you anymore."
He stood up and looked down his muzzle at the angry pirate captain before him. "You gambled everything on this, didn't you?" he asked her. "You wanted to kidnap me, to try and convince me of my own desperation so you could make a career change and be my mercenaries? We do not need more mercenaries. We can afford trained professionals should we need it, not an undisciplined pirate rabble. No, you will not save yourself this way. The only way you save yourself is to let me go, take your ransom, and try to start again somewhere else. I know it. You know it. Now let's stop dancing around the point anymore, shall we?"
Even after all that, Current still harbored a little worry at seeing the half-transformed nirik in front of him, but after a few moments, the flames went out and Roaring Fire returned to her kirin form. "Fine," she spat, turning away from him. "Have it your way then. Pray that you never see me again, Current, because you do not want to see what happens when you trap a pirate like a caged animal."
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The event “The Matriarch of the Auburn Isle” option “"Release me and take your ransom, pirate, but you will have no help from me."” |
The pirates of Auburn Isle are all caged animals, and it is our duty to put them down.
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The Seeds of Greatness
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"Is something wrong, Premier? You've barely touched your tea." Fickle Current raised an eyebrow as Autumn Blaze held her teacup in her magic, staring at but not really drinking her oolong. "If something has come up that is bothering you, speak freely. You shoulder a great deal of responsibility as premier, yet you do not have to tackle everything alone."
Autumn sighed and set her teacup down. "Kiria is about to fall into famine," she said in a dour tone. "Fragrance and Rhapsody have urbanized so rapidly with the returning diaspora that they're draining our granaries and warehouses months faster than originally planned. Our population is beginning to boom while fewer kirin work the fields now than they did in the Silence. Agricultural output isn't keeping up, and unless this year's harvest doubles last year's, kirin will starve come the winter."
"We need to modernize our farming techniques alongside our society," Current swiftly concluded. "Neither you nor I are farmers, but I did learn of new techniques being developed in Griffonia before I left. One of the more interesting ones was close planting. Triple the density of seedlings in a plot, then double it once the first batch has had time to settle into the soil. The thought is that plants of the same species won't compete against each other, returning greater yields from smaller plots of land. Alongside that, we can try deep plowing the fields. The soil at the top of the earth is what crops use up year after year, draining it of fertility until it becomes barren dust. But plow deeper, and more fertile, untouched soil may be found. That would ensure healthy yields for our farmers."
Autumn chewed on her lip as she tried to determine if what Current was saying was actually making sense. "Do you have any evidence that worked in Griffonia? We're not farmers, so we can't afford to act on something without proof it will work."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't the first planting season start soon?" When Autumn nodded, he continued. "The Morning Secretariat is slow. Dreadfully so. I appreciate the merits in sussing out the finer details of the proposals that cross its floor, but it sounds like we don't have time to wait on them. If we're going to adopt these techniques, a decision needs to be made now before the farmers start planting. At any rate, the Sorghum Foundry owns large plots of farmland in Peace-and-Plenty. I can commandeer their farms to test the techniques for you before the second planting season."
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Sorghum's farms at Peace-and-Plenty will make an excellent testing site.
We're going to need all of our farms to feed our people. We can't risk testing new techniques.
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Altering the Deal
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The following description is used if:
- At least one of the following is true:
- Country flag KIR_expelled_communists is set
- None of:
- Realm of Kiria:
- Has completed national focus “In the Vermilion Court”
- Has completed national focus
- Autumn Blaze cringed as she finished her plea to the plenum only to be drowned out by a chorus of unhappy voices. She had taken to the stand to ask for the Plenum's support in extending the Hyacinth Accords with Equestria, a deal that had been very helpful in funding the Three and a Half Year Plan so far, but was deeply unpopular with both Fickle Current's and Winter Frost's cliques. Now, after arguing that a renewal of the Accords would give Kiria more funding and more resources to successfully finish the Plan, she found herself met with nothing short of revolt by the other two parties in the Plenum.
"You would give Equestria a greater share of our resources, a greater control over our nation's wealth, a greater influence in the lives of every kirin in this country?" Fickle Current asked her. "Our material wealth is precious to us, and when a nation has nothing left, it at least has the resources within its own lands. We will not be turned into beggars at the Equestrian table! I will not stand for it!"
"And neither will I," Winter Frost cut in. "We are a nation supported by the strength of our faith in Concord and The Way of Fire. What we are lacking is not material tools, but faith! The Equestrians do not worship Concord; they do not believe in The Way of Fire. How are we supposed to create a righteous nation if we stray from the divine will of our goddess to do so?"
"We are not sacrificing anything!" Autumn protested. "We are exchanging something we have plenty of for something we have little of! The Equestrians are honest, forthcoming, and reasonable. The Reform Bureau has already made great progress on preliminary talks! The terms the Equestrians offer us are generous and honest; they favor us more than they favor them. Do not turn your backs on help that we need because we are too proud to take it!"
But Autumn Blaze could do nothing now; she could tell that the kirin in the Plenum had already made up their minds. As delegates left their seats to cast their votes and a scribe tallied them up, Autumn could only gnaw on her hooves in worry and hope that she had been persuasive enough to sell the deal.
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- The Rising Fire was allowed into the Plenum. (?)
- Autumn Blaze cringed as she finished her plea to the plenum only to be drowned out by a chorus of unhappy voices. She had taken to the stand to ask for the Plenum's support in extending the Hyacinth Accords with Equestria, a deal that had been very helpful in funding the Three and a Half Year Plan so far, but was deeply unpopular with Fickle Current's, Rising Sun's, and Winter Frost's cliques. Now, after arguing that a renewal of the Accords would give Kiria more funding and more resources to successfully finish the Plan, she found herself met with nothing short of revolt by the other parties in the Plenum.
"You would give Equestria a greater share of our resources, a greater control over our nation's wealth, a greater influence in the lives of every kirin in this country?" Fickle Current asked her. "Our material wealth is precious to us, and when a nation has nothing left, it at least has the resources within its own lands. We will not be turned into beggars at the Equestrian table! I will not stand for it!"
"And neither will I," Winter Frost cut in. "We are a nation supported by the strength of our faith in Concord and The Way of Fire. What we are lacking is not material tools, but faith! The Equestrians do not worship Concord; they do not believe in The Way of Fire. How are we supposed to create a righteous nation if we stray from the divine will of our goddess to do so?"
"All I see in the Reform Bureau are compradors selling Kiria out to grow rich off of foreign money," Rising Sun said, glaring down her muzzle at Autumn. "You ignore the wellbeing of the common kirin for abstract economic gain and justify it using the Matriarch's plan."
"We are not sacrificing anything!" Autumn protested. "We are exchanging something we have plenty of for something we have little of! The Equestrians are honest, forthcoming, and reasonable. The Reform Bureau has already made great progress on preliminary talks! The terms the Equestrians offer us are generous and honest; they favor us more than they favor them. Do not turn your backs on help that we need because we are too proud to take it!"
But Autumn Blaze could do nothing now; she could tell that the kirin in the Plenum had already made up their minds. As delegates left their seats to cast their votes and a scribe tallied them up, Autumn could only gnaw on her hooves in worry and hope that she had been persuasive enough to sell the deal.''
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Finishing the decision “Extend the Hyacinth Accord” |
The Plenum votes to protect our sovereignty!
The Plenum votes to accept further Equestrian aid!
 The Hyacinth Accord
Offmap Civilian Factories: +3 Equestria: Target country trade cost: -15.00%
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Three and a Half Years, Galloping on Four
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"Today marks three and a half years since we began the Grand Gallop Onward," Autumn Blaze proclaimed from the podium in the grand hall of the Plenum, but her mood was far from celebratory or joyful. "We have accomplished so much in the time we have been given, but it's not enough. Not yet. Don't misunderstand me, though. We've modernized faster than any nation in the world ever has, and that's a terrific accomplishment by itself. The life of every kirin in the Realm is growing better with each passing day as we shake off the last vestiges of the Silence. But I'm not going to sugarcoat it for anykirin here, though. Kiria is strained in a way it never has been before. There's so much social upheaval and cultural change that we're enduring that if we're not careful, the entire Realm could come crashing down around us. But I'm confident that we can do this without breaking our nation. We've come this far, and we won't trip and fall before we cross the finish line. With a renewed commitment to the Plenum and to Kiria, we can do this! I know we can! So please, don't give up yet! There's still so much work to do!"
Fickle Current quietly shook his head as Autumn's plea was met with a mild smattering of applause. "We'll never succeed with somekirin as incompetent as her in charge," he remarked to Cypress Snow, who sat next to him. "This project was too ambitious for a naive political newcomer like her. She only earned the position because she befriended the Matriarch. Rain Shine's foolish nepotism will be Kiria's undoing."
Cypress hummed in thought, but shook his head. "This is the most complex project perhaps any nation has undertaken in recorded history," Current's old mentor mused. "She may not be the right mare for the job, but I would be surprised if anykirin could have completed the plan in time. Faster and more efficiently, perhaps, but drawbacks like this are hardly unexpected. And to be fair to her, she has outperformed my expectations."
"That won't be enough to save Kiria," Current countered. He frowned and leaned back in his seat as Autumn gathered up her papers and left the podium. "But I don't see a change happening soon. We can only hope that she does better, or the Realm will fall apart with her at the helm."
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This is Autumn's ship to steer, and we are all along for the ride.
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Entitled Entitlements
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"I have been replaced?!" Fickle Current seethed as he tossed his briefcase onto Cypress Snow's desk in outrage. "I was gone for two weeks. Two weeks! And my reserved seat as chief advisor to the Matriarch has been filled?! I demand that it be returned to me. It is my right as the chairkirin of the NAKP!"
Cypress flinched back and tapped his hooves together, noting the partial elongation of Current's fangs and the smoky flickering of his mane as his rage threatened to overwhelm him. "Breathe, Current," Cypress began, gently placing a hoof down on his desk. "Remember our exercises. The nirik state is unbefitting kirin like ourselves." As Current slowly calmed himself down, Cypress continued trying to soothe his former student's hurt pride. "You are still the leader of the NAKP in the Morning Secretariat. Nokirin is going to take that from you. Your party believes in you, and you have our absolute loyalty. At any rate, the appointment is not something that we can undo. Rain Shine's advisors are appointed and dismissed at her leisure. Give her time, state your case, and you may find yourself back by her right hoof in no time."
"This should never have happened in the first place," Current fumed. "My authority is built on my skills and my value. What does it say about me and the NAKP if I am so easily replaced? I cannot hold our party together without the legal authority that comes from being Rain Shine's right hoof. I must have my seat back, or Kiria will move on without me."
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The Matriarch is satisfied with her replacement advisor.
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A Quiet, Happy Night
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Autumn Blaze paused outside the door of her foalhood home, having just finished dinner with her parents and a long, long, LONG time spent catching up with everything she had accomplished since moving to Vermilion as the Matriarch's premier. Her parents had been as thrilled and ecstatic about her accomplishments as ever, but even for the ever-talkative Autumn, she needed a little bit of time to herself to relax her mind and take a break. So, spying the hill she used to sled down in the winter, Autumn turned toward it and began to canter up its grassy slopes, humming to herself as she trotted.
It had been an exhausting few weeks, but everywhere in Massicot, the decorations hung from buildings and strung between rooftops served as an easy reminder of the fruits of her labor. She had just finished a chaotic two weeks of trying to organize the mid-autumn festival as a national holiday, a task that, coupled with her usual duties, had left her mentally drained by the time the Matriarch had given her permission to return to Massicot and celebrate the festival with her family. The festival was in full swing, and the streets were filled with music and singing and laughter, but away from town, under the full moon, the world was quiet and peaceful.
When she climbed the hill, however, she was surprised to find her friend Fern Flare sitting there, having a picnic dinner as she watched foals chase each other through the meadow with paper lanterns while their parents relaxed nearby. She didn't so much announce her presence as she did trot over to Fern's blanket and flop down onto it with a groan, and Fern only chuckled as she offered Autumn a mooncake. "Busy day, premier?"
"Please, for the love of Concord, do not call me that tonight," Autumn groaned, taking the mooncake and biting into it. It was delicious, just as she remembered, and it put a little bit of energy back into her. But having Fern use her official title made her frown. "Fern? You ever feel like there's a huge weight on our shoulders that's gonna crush us flat if we take one wrong step? Because I do. All of Kiria is depending on me to hold things together. I'm the one standing between this happy night and civil war. I have nightmares about the Plenum erupting into a chaotic inferno, of riots in the streets, of our home burning to the ground. It's just... it's a lot, you know? It's almost too much for one mare to bear."
"Then it's a good thing you're not just one mare, Autumn," Fern said. "We're all with you. You've got the Matriarch on your side. You can do this. If ever there was a mare for the job, it's you." Then she smiled at her. "Now come on, cheer up. You don't want to be thinking about your job during the festival, right?"
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"You're right... thank you so much, Fern."
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Raking the Cinders
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- Cinder Glow stepped into Autumn Blaze's office at the Premier's summons, and she immediately found the seat in front of Autumn's desk and sat down in it. "I've put together everything I could find on the Incendiaries for you," she said, placing a binder down on Autumn's desk. "Want me to give you the quick briefing, or would you rather read for yourself?"
"I trust you'll get your point across," Autumn said, pulling the binder over towards herself. "I mean, that's why I hired you in the first place, right?"
"Right," Cinder Glow agreed, and she took a breath before starting. "Well, it appears that the Incendiaries are supported by the Rising Fire, which I don't think should come as much of a surprise at any rate. The Rising Fire has been heavily involved in supporting the anti-modernism of the peasant farmers, and using their heretic priests to encourage farmers to join the Incendiaries is a logical next step. They're pushing for a full-blown revolution to punish the northern capitalists and the imperial administration of Vermilion for trying to cram the modernisation of the Grand Gallop Onward down their throats. Once they tear down Vermilion's authority, they want to create a communalist harmony over Kiria. Of course they see Matriarch Rain Shine as a hapless figure entangled in our own agendas, otherwise they couldn't claim any shred of divine legitimacy to keep their movement together, but their goals are very anti-Matriarch to say the least."
"I see," Autumn said, nodding along. "In that case, I think it's best we get the Reform Bureau involved. We can have it take actions against the Rising Fire radicals in the Plenum, for a start, and start to address the grievances that are driving farmers into the Incendiaries' movement. But that'll only be treating the symptoms, which is all we can hope for. The Grand Gallop Onward itself is the root cause of all of this, and as much as I want to help everykirin, we can't abandon it for a few disgruntled farmers. Once it completes, the farmers will thank us for everything we did for them. I guarantee it."
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- Cinder Glow stepped into Autumn Blaze's office at the Premier's summons, and she immediately found the seat in front of Autumn's desk and sat down in it. "I've put together everything I could find on the Incendiaries for you," she said, placing a binder down on Autumn's desk. "Want me to give you the quick briefing, or would you rather read for yourself?"
"I trust you'll get your point across," Autumn said, pulling the binder over towards herself. "I mean, that's why I hired you in the first place, right?"
"Right," Cinder Glow agreed, and she took a breath before starting. "The Incendiaries are, surprisingly enough, being motivated and organized by ultraorthodox Way of Fire priests and mystics. They see the entire modernisation deal as an affront to Concord's divine will, interpreted as the Silence decrees of Matriarch Noctilucent Charm, and they think that Rain Shine was pressured or tricked by the Equestrians into repealing those decrees and letting modernisation back into Kiria so they could subvert our religion. They want to cancel the Grand Gallop Onward immediately and roll back all our modernisation efforts so far, reestablishing harmony and peace with nature and Concord's teachings, no matter how bad The Silence was for the Realm over the past century. But perhaps the most disturbing thing is that they're starting to get the peasants to believe it too. The Grand Gallop Onward can't continue if the commonkirin start to believe that The Silence was better than this period of modernisation we're going through."
"This is why I never made it very far in becoming a priestess," Autumn mused, shaking her head. "The mystics like to encourage kirin to let Concord do all the thinking for them and not think for themselves. And Concord's voice sometimes just happens to align with what the spiritual caste wants." She sighed and grabbed a piece of paper to write some notes on. "We can use the Reform Bureau to delegitimize those mystics who are supporting the Incendiaries and oust them from The Way of Fire, which should hopefully help fix things if they can't claim they're speaking with Concord's will. And it won't even bother Winter Frost and her faction, which is good. Winter might be traditionalist, but she's not THAT traditionalist. I'm sure she'll be happy to help get the ultraorthodox mystics out of her mane, too."
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- Cinder Glow stepped into Autumn Blaze's office at the Premier's summons, and she immediately found the seat in front of Autumn's desk and sat down in it. "I've put together everything I could find on the Incendiaries for you," she said, placing a binder down on Autumn's desk. "Want me to give you the quick briefing, or would you rather read for yourself?"
"I trust you'll get your point across," Autumn said, pulling the binder over towards herself. "I mean, that's why I hired you in the first place, right?"
"Right," Cinder Glow agreed, and she took a breath before starting. "The most shocking thing is that it's actually the NAKP that's behind this. Or, at least, Fickle Current's cronies are funding the Incendiaries to further their own goals. It's probably not a false flag operation, but unrest and instability in the countryside would benefit them a lot, actually. If the countryside and native population is restless and angry, it further encourages the returnees to rally around the NAKP and use their wealth to help fill the party coffers, which they can use to increasingly militarize and consolidate their influence over Fragrance and Rhapsody. They've been buying a lot of modern weaponry and even bringing in tacticians from Griffonia to help train their paramilitary police forces. By all accounts, it looks like they're gearing up for a struggle, and the Incendiaries are just a pawn in their movement."
"Fickle Current just keeps finding ways to turn a mare off," Autumn said, sticking out her tongue in disgust. "I knew he was sleazy, but this is just on an entirely different level. And even if he's not personally behind it, his buddies are, and he likely knows about it." She took a piece of paper and scribbled some notes down on it. "I'll have the Reform Bureau censure the NAKP and give Current and his cronies a sharp rebuke for what they're doing. Proving it in court would be an entirely different beast, but even letting them know that we're onto them and the Matriarch is displeased should put a stop to their efforts. Anykirin who's found to be responsible for this is not going to hold onto their power in the NAKP when they lose the Matriarch's favor, and power is what those kirin desire the most."''
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The success of the Grand Gallop Onward will deal with any lingering tensions.
Removing the ultraorthodox voices from The Way of Fire will solve this problem.
Let's hope that the Fickle Current learns something from this chastisement.
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One Year of Progress
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- Fireworks blasted off into the sky, exploding in the night in a vibrant and dazzling array of colors. Premier Autumn Blaze and Matriarch Superior Rain Shine watched them with both awe and reverence; fireworks were not only pretty, they were an important tool in giving homage to the fire goddess, Concord. Between the pops and bangs, music, singing, and the stomping of hooves could be heard throughout Vermilion. It was the first day of the new year, and one of the most important holidays in Kiria. And now, more than ever, did the nation need a reason to celebrate.
"Kiria has changed so much in the past year," Rain Shine remarked. "So many new ideas and innovations have entered the lives of every kirin that it is perhaps no surprise that the Realm is so... unstable. My subjects are on edge, but at least they can put their worries aside and celebrate for one night."
If Rain Shine had intended for the message to be hopeful, it nonetheless left Autumn cringing. "It's my fault we're not doing better," she said, bowing her head to the Matriarch. "There's just so much change and so little time to think about anything, a-and I'm not exactly political material, I mean, I certainly didn't have any qualifications to put on my resume, but—"
"Do not blame yourself, Premier, for I don't," Rain Shine said, cutting Autumn off. "I trust you, and I trust you will succeed in carrying out our plan. Failure is not an option, nor should it be a word in our vocabulary. The Three and a Half Year Plan will succeed. I know you will make it happen."
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- Fireworks blasted off into the sky, exploding in the night in a vibrant and dazzling array of colors. Premier Autumn Blaze and Matriarch Superior Rain Shine watched them with both awe and reverence; fireworks were not only pretty, they were an important tool in giving homage to the fire goddess, Concord. Between the pops and bangs, music, singing, and the stomping of hooves could be heard throughout Vermilion. It was the first day of the new year, and one of the most important holidays in Kiria. And for now, at least, Kiria still had a reason to celebrate.
"Kiria has changed so much in the past year," Rain Shine remarked. "So many new ideas and innovations have entered the lives of every kirin, from the most respected priest to the lowest farmer. And yet despite the upheaval, things have been relatively calm. Wouldn't you agree, Autumn?"
"Of course," Autumn said, the colorful light of fireworks reflecting off her head scales as she nodded. "Things were rough for a bit when we started our changes, but they've mostly leveled out for now. Once we got past that initial inertia, the changes we've been implementing have been more successful than not."
"And let us hope that they continue to be successful," Rain Shine said. "The Plenum and the Reform Bureau have done wonderful work in making sure that the new reforms are well-thought out and feasible, and that makes it easier for my subjects to adapt to them. If we keep up this good work, we may yet be able to finish the Three and a Half Year Plan without any great societal turmoil."
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- Fireworks blasted off into the sky, exploding in the night in a vibrant and dazzling array of colors. Premier Autumn Blaze and Matriarch Superior Rain Shine watched them with both awe and reverence; fireworks were not only pretty, they were an important tool in giving homage to the fire goddess, Concord. Between the pops and bangs, music, singing, and the stomping of hooves could be heard throughout Vermilion. It was the first day of the new year, and one of the most important holidays in Kiria. And Kiria had much to celebrate over the past year, and a reason to be optimistic going forward.
"Kiria has changed so much in the past year," Rain Shine remarked. "The Plenum had brought forward a seemingly impossible task and list of reforms for our nation, but not only have we tackled them with glee and vigor, the commonkirin are thriving in the change. It feels like the entirety of the nation has rallied behind the Three and a Half Year Plan, and I can feel the hearts and souls of my subjects standing with us. There's been so little turmoil and unrest in the nation that I can feel Concord's approval in everything that we do."
"Not bad for a mare who has no political experience whatsoever, eh?" Autumn teased, taking a jab at herself. "I'll be honest, I have no idea how things have gone this well. But the cooperation in the Plenum and the Reform Bureau has been absolutely outstanding. We wouldn't be where we are right now if it wasn't."
"So let us hope it continues," Rain Shine said. "Please send my thanks and congratulations to the rest of your colleagues when you get the chance. You are all doing good work, outstanding work. And if you keep the pace up, then the next two and a half years should be just as fruitful as the past one was."''
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I'm glad you have faith in me, because I don't, Matriarch.
I certainly hope you're right, Matriarch.
Give yourself a little credit too, Matriarch. We wouldn't be here without you.
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A Fire Rises in Kiria
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The announcement of the Three and a Half Year Plan had been chaotic, to say the least. Not that Autumn hadn't expected it—she certainly had—but she had hoped it would be a little bit less chaotic than it was now. Now, with the wheels of the Grand Gallop Onward officially set in motion, she found herself trying her hardest to stay on top of everything happening all at once. And that, to be quite honest, was an exceptionally difficult task for a mare who had never entered politics before being hoof-picked by Rain Shine to be the Imperial Premier.
One way she had tried to wrap her head around everything that was swiftly transpiring in Vermilion was by inviting local leaders from across the Realm to tea. Those meetings had been very fruitful, and Autumn felt she knew more about what she was dealing with in the Realm because of them. And not only was she getting to understand the kirin from each province and city better, she was starting to see just what problems had been festering during the stagnation of The Silence that needed to be addressed. Case in point: an old bannerkirin from Verdant, an elderly mare whose grandmother before her had served in Matriarch Noctilucent Charm's banner army, and who had seen much in her long life.
"The Silence wasn't so bad in Verdant," the mare said, only partly to Autumn's surprise; the older kirin generally were familiar and comfortable with the stagnation of The Silence, and weren't keen to move out of it. "There, the priests and mystics of The Rising Fire found a way to adapt the city to the decrees of The Silence. They're nothing like the kirin you brought into Vermilion to dictate policy with wealth and pedigree; no, The Rising Fire understands the common kirin, the farmers and fisherkirin, the poor and uneducated. Some here in Vermilion call The Rising Fire a heresy, but to the kirin of Verdant and the poor kirin everywhere whom they appeal to, The Rising Fire is salvation, a helping hoof where The Way of Fire abandoned them. Remember that, Premier, as you shape the future of our Realm in the majestic buildings of Vermilion. The kirin who argue with you on the floor are not the only ones who will live in the future you create. And, if push comes to shove, they certainly aren't the most numerous. The success of this Grand Gallop Onward will be decided by the governed, not the governing. Remember the poor, or somekirin else will."
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This 'Rising Fire' heresy... they could prove problematic down the line.
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The First Train from Radiance
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Rain Shine watched with awe as the metal monster chugged into Vermilion, though she hid it under the mask of quiet and dignified splendor she'd learned to show for her subjects over the years. The newly-built Vermilion Grand Central Terminus was packed with kirin of all trots of life, jammed so close together that the regiment of bannerkirin brought on for security struggled to keep the crowd from pushing them onto the glistening steel tracks in the station. Nokirin wanted to miss the exciting event, and though Rain Shine knew that her presence as Matriarch was a formality, a media stunt, she couldn't deny that she found it all exciting as well. After all, there would only ever be one first train from Radiance to Vermilion, reestablishing the link between the Realm's capital and its traditional gateway along the coast. This moment, mundane as it normally otherwise would have been, meant something fantastic for so many kirin, and for the prosperity of the Realm itself.
When the train finally rolled into the station, everykirin present let out a cheer and stomped their hooves for the pony engineers at the controls. As the engineers were escorted out of the engine and feted with garlands, food, and rice wine, Rain Shine serenely smiled out over the crowd. "With the completion of the Vermilion-Radiance Line, our Realm is once again a part of the outside world," she announced, to much hooting and hollering. "This marvel is the first fruit of what I sincerely hope will be a bountiful harvest between our humble Realm and our generous partners, the ponies of Equestria. Hoof in hoof, I pray to Concord in all of Her glory that our two nations will have many more partnerships of mutual friendship and cooperation such as this one."
Then, to the surprise and awe of the crowd assembled, Rain Shine stepped forward with her entourage and boarded the train as kirin engineers replaced the ponies in the train engine. The train whistled as Rain Shine waved out the window, and the crowd cheered as she made herself the first Matriarch Superior to ever travel the Realm by train.
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We are piecing the country back together, bit by bit!
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The Era of [KIR_GREAT_LEAP_DECISION_GET_FOCUS_TITLE]
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- The Three-and-a-half Year Plan had proved to be a bridge too far for Kiria, built upon nothing but the naive optimism of a Matriarch and a Premier who had essentially no real experience in governing or economics between the two of them. The collapse of Autumn Blaze's grand ambition had brought the Realm to its knees in a war of kin against kin, a Cacophony to end the Silence. And yet, as Matriarch Superior Rain Shine declared in Vermilion today, the Realm and its kirin have persevered. When the National Association of Kirin Patriots turned traitor, the Path of the Rising Fire remained loyal to the Realm, repaying the Premier tenfold for her decision to allow the Rising Fire into the Plenum all those years ago. United, Kiria stood firm against the Northern Secession and ultimately returned the errant north to the fold. In the end, Harmony prevailed, albeit at significant cost. Kiria and her kirin have endured the trial by fire of the civil war, and has come out stronger, more united and more resolute than before.
Rain Shine's address to the realm was broadcast live via radio as far away as Sorghum, and in a few years, new radio relays may allow the voice of the Matriarch to reach as far as Chrysanthemum and Verdant. For now, though, those cities had to wait for the words of the Matriarch to arrive.
"I am proud of each and every kirin who played their part, however small, in restoring peace and harmony to the Realm and laying the foundations for a prosperous future for our foals. The mistakes of the past can never be forgotten, but here, today, we have proven that they can be undone. I am proud to declare the beginning of a new era for our realm - the Era of Vermilion Revival. In memory of those who have given their lives to protect the Realm and its kirin, I hope that you will join me and the rest of Kiria in observing a minute of silence for the fallen."
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- Three and a half years ago, the Grand Gallop Onward seemed an impossible dream, the naive optimism of a Matriarch and a Premier who had essentially no real experience in governing or economics between the two of them. And yet, as Matriarch Superior Rain Shine declared in Vermilion today, the Grand Gallop Onward has been a stunning success. Golden and crimson banners hang from every window and balcony in the realm today as the kirin celebrate the fruits of their impossible labours since the end of the Silence.
Schools, factories, and armories rise alongside ancient temples and sandalwood plantations, demonstrating the delicate but determined balance between tradition and modernization that the realm has struck in these past few years, and while much work remains to be done, the foundation is laid for a bright future in Kiria.
Rain Shine's address to the realm was broadcast live via radio as far away as Sorghum, and in a few years, new radio relays may allow the voice of the Matriarch to reach as far as Chrysanthemum and Verdant. For now, though, those cities, though jubilant in celebration as well, had to wait for the words of the Matriarch to arrive.
"I am proud of each and every kirin who played their part, however small, in laying the Silence to rest and ushering us into a prosperous future. The mistakes of the past can never be forgotten, but here, today, we have proven that they can be undone. I am proud to declare the beginning of a new era for our realm - the Era of Radiant Prosperity!"''
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Kiria canters on.
into serenity glides the ark.
Kiria is in Bloom!
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Of Consociationalism and Concordance Democracy
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Though perhaps none would have predicted it, Autumn Blaze has proved either a particularly shrewd or unreasonably lucky statesmare. The single thing that all of the competing factions of the Morning Secretariat could agree on is their nervousness about being dominated by the other factions. Perhaps taking advantage of this fear, Autumn Blaze has convinced all of the major national political parties to agree to a complex and comprehensive power-sharing agreement.
The future of Kiria is not, it seems, a majoritarian democracy, but a delicate balance of regional political interests and the guarantee that the Morning Secretariat can never be dominated by a single popular party. While some have already begun to criticize this new "consociationalist" government as permanently entrenching the elites of the parties already represented in the Secretariat, it cannot be denied that these complex power-sharing agreements, if held to, will be an important backstop against the kind of factional and regional rivalries that had so severely plagued the Grand Gallop Forward and the Three-and-a-half Year Plan.
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Hopefully this will calm the last few fiery tempers in the Secretariat.
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A Constitutional Matriarchate
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- Centuries of rule by decree from Vermilion came to a formal and complete end today, with the final unfettered decree from Matriarch Superior Rain Shine. Already, for several years, she has granted prerogative and authority to the Plenum, the Premier, and the Morning Secretariat, but today, she vested that power in them permanently, and bound herself - and all future Matriarchs - by the Constitution of the Realm of Kiria. Making the rare decision to proclaim this decree herself in the capital, Rain Shine said simply that "A new century brings with it a new reality, and I will not, out of pride, deny my subjects the freedom to govern themselves already enjoyed by so many of the world's nations. As Matriarch Superior, I am tasked with guiding kirinkind to peace and prosperity, and I feel that the Morning Secretariat and the Premier will bring both of these things to Kiria."
On the subject of the Premier, Autumn Blaze resigned her office immediately before it was abolished by the Matriarch's decree and the new Constitution. Following the Matriarch's proclamation, the Morning Secretariat met to choose the first democratically-elected Premier of Kiria, and, in light of her success in leading the country through the Grand Gallop Onward, chose to elect Autumn Blaze to a five-year term.
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- Centuries of rule by decree began to draw to a close today, with the formal proclamation by Matriarch Superior Rain Shine that her Matriarchate was, now and forever, bound by the Realm's Constitution. Many of the powers granted to the Plenum, the Premier, and the Morning Secretariat are now permanently enshrined in law. The Matriarch retains for herself 'only those powers necessary to safeguard the Realm', according to the text of her decree.
At the ceremony proclaiming the constitutional matriarchate, Rain Shine spoke before a hushed crowd, saying simply, "In light of the recent conflict in Providence, I think it best to ensure that while the line of Matriarchs will forever endure, that myself and my successors are armed with good counsel to ensure nothing so tragic can happen again. To that end, I must trust in the wisdom of my most faithful advisors, the Morning Secretariat and the Premier of Kiria. Together, we can ensure a reign of peace and prosperity."
On the subject of the Premier, Autumn Blaze resigned her office immediately before it was abolished by the Matriarch's decree and the new Constitution. Following the Matriarch's proclamation, the Morning Secretariat met to choose the first democratically-elected Premier of Kiria, and chose to elect Autumn Blaze to a five-year term.''
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A new dawn for harmony in the Morning Secretariat.
 Rain Shine
An end to unfettered Matriarchism - but it is truly still Her Radiance's government.
 Autumn Blaze
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The National Plenum of the Provinces
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- Realm-changing news from Vermilion is all too common, but at least this reform came with plenty of notice. For weeks, the nation has listened with bated breath as the Morning Secretariat bickered over the details of a proposed new system of regional legislatures, the Provincial Diets. It has been rumored that the final law required no fewer than five hundred amendments carefully fine-tuning provincial authority over everything from fishing rights to radio broadcasting regulation, but at last, today, a visibly frazzled Autumn Blaze gave a press conference with an immense binder in-hoof.
"It's not everyday you get to spend two months talking about the finer points of forestry law and tort reform with a few hundred of your closest friends! But I really am proud of the work that the Secretariat put into this bill, and the humility it took to admit that it's important for other kirin to have a say in how the country is run. I mean, it's not as if we know everything! Now, with the National Plenum of the Provinces bringing regional expertise to the legislature, we'll have a second opinion right down the hall. And of course, even with the Plenum, we definitely can't make one law that'll make everykirin in Fragrance happy at the same time as everykirin in Verdant. Hopefully, the Provincial Diets can. Well, they'd need to make more than just one law, they'd need one for each province, but-"
The conference was, as was to be expected, quite rambling, but the nation can breathe a sigh of relief that this latest political quagmire is over - and at the same time, break out the stumps, bunting, and ballots for the upcoming provincial elections!
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- Realm-changing news from Vermilion is all too common, but at least this reform came with plenty of notice. For weeks, the nation has listened with bated breath as the Morning Secretariat bickered over the details of a proposed new system of regional legislatures, the Provincial Diets. It has been rumored that the final law required no fewer than five hundred amendments carefully fine-tuning provincial authority over everything from fishing rights to radio broadcasting regulation, but at last, today, a visibly frazzled Autumn Blaze gave a press conference with an immense binder in-hoof.
"I really am proud of the work that the Secretariat put into this bill, and the humility it took to admit that it's important for other kirin to have a say in how the country is run. Now, with the National Plenum of the Provinces bringing regional expertise to the legislature, we'll have a second opinion right down the hall. And of course, even with the Plenum, we definitely can't make one law that'll make everykirin in Chrysanthemum happy at the same time as everykirin in Massicot. Hopefully, the Provincial Diets can."
The nation can breathe a sigh of relief that this latest political quagmire is over - and at the same time, break out the stumps, bunting, and ballots for the upcoming provincial elections!
With the defeat of the secession and attempted revolt of North Kiria, the National Association of Kirin Patriots has been officially dissolved and banned and its surviving leaders barred from holding political office in perpetuity. North Kiria and Greater Providence remain under military occupation, and as a result, the sweeping package of reforms that established the National Plenum do not apply to these territories. It is hoped that, upon the timely reconciliation and reintegration of these errant provinces into the Realm, the democratic rights and responsibilities of the northern kirin can be restored to them in the form of north Kirian Provincial Diets and representation in the National Plenum.''
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Jasmine Mist rolled an empty bamboo cup around under her hoof while her other hoof kept her tired head from falling down onto her table. All around her, rain poured from a depressingly grey sky. Not uncommon for this time of year, but it was still miserable to sit under this cramped pavilion. Even more miserable was listening to her appointed partner, Amaranth, being so unbelievably chipper to everykirin who stopped by.
"Hello there sir! Ready to vote today? Just need your name and your village, sir!" he said, cheerfully, and then nudged Jasmine, as if for effect. "And don't mind Jasmine here, she's just grumpy because her mane is wet. Isn't that right?" he said, and Jasmine rolled her eyes.
"You can vote in booth six, sir. Remember, your ballot is secret. If anykirin has tried to intimidate you or tries to see your ballot, let us know and we can ring the Board of Elections right away." she said, struggling not to sound extremely tired. It wasn't like Jasmine hated being drawn for the local Elections Board - but did it have to be pouring? As the kirin at their table trotted off to go vote, she carefully peeled off an "I Voted!" sticker for him.
"Oh, cheer up, Jasmine," Amaranth said, "it's a civic duty! And everykirin has been so friendly." Jasmine sighed, but nodded.
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"I just wish they could've been friendly, you know. Indoors."
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The Work Of Future Gardeners
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It did not happen often, but Autumn Blaze relished the chance to share a sedate cup of tea with Rain Shine. Undisturbed in the gardens of the palace, she could open up to the one kirin she knew she could trust, and who trusted her in return.
"Could I ask you something?" Autumn began, interrupting their conversation. "It's to do with... well, with all of it. Everything we've worked so hard for."
Rain Shine was certainly surprised, but she gave an encouraging smile between sips of tea before Autumn continued. "The government - the Premiership, consociationalism, the Secretariat - kirin trust in those things because they trust in you, and you created them. That's how they feel, anyway. I know we sort of created two of those things ourselves after you made the Secretariat, but, I mean, the point is, do you think the Realm will ever believe in the government without their Matriarch telling them to? You signed away so much power, but if your successor tried to claim it back... would kirin really stand up against the voice of Concord herself?"
Rain Shine took a long, deep, measured breath. "Not if it happened tomorrow," she said, "but we must give the Realm time. Centuries of tradition are not easily undone - nor should they be. But in a few short decades the Premier will have been born after the lifting of the Silence, they will know nothing but constitutional matriarchy. For all of your efforts, Autumn, you have only planted, and you've tended the first shoots of a modern Kiria. It will be another gardener who tastes the fruits of your work."
Autumn nodded, slowly. "Maybe. I worry for us though. I mean, we almost lost it all for a moment there. And we still could. We have a long way to go making the country truly whole... and as much as we've made a show of you stepping back, we both know it'll be you holding the Realm together for a long time, until all of these wounds can heal."
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The Kirin Universal Exposition of [GetYear]
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"... an end to languishing in silence, and the start of what I personally hope is a very loud and exciting century for Kiria!" Autumn Blaze had been all but stumbling over herself in excitement for some time now as she stood with an enormous pair of ceremonial scissors anxiously close to snipping a ceremonial red ribbon in front of her. Behind her, the colorful and enticing pavilions of the Kirian Universal Expedition awaited a crowd of eager festival-goers. But they could not be let in until Autumn opened the exposition, and she continued to find new things to bring up in her joy. Just as it seemed she was finally going to trail off and do the honors...
"-I mean, we've really come a long way, haven't we? When you all get in there you're going to see the finest that Kiria has to offer - there's new foods, wacky inventions, oddities, marvels - you name it! I had a ton of fun helping the Collegium set up this huuuge exhibit on all their new research partnerships - and you should especially visit the Equestrian pavilion! Applejack is going to be there, and-"
At that moment, Applejack, who had been awkwardly languishing on the stage next to Autumn this whole time, cleared her throat. Sheepishly, she leaned over and whispered, "I think folk get the idea, Premier, maybe you could..."
Autumn nervously giggled, nodded, and snipped the ribbon.
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"To a better, brighter Kiria!"
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For Realm And Constitution
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Recruitment for the Office of the Constitutional Standard-Bearers has been fraught with questions, and the gossip in Massicot has been ablaze. What kind of unit needs ideological examinations? What kind of unit rejects a candidate for "excessively Matriarchist tendencies"? What kind of unit needs riot-control training AND stay-behind guerilla training? With each cadet failing the program, more gossip leaked to an increasingly rabid press presence in the city.
At last, today, a single-page press release came from the military school to address their questions.
"Kiria is rife with extremist ideologies and tendencies that, left unchecked, will present a serious threat to the constitutional order that has been achieved since the ending of the Silence. The Office of the Constitutional Standard-Bearers has been formed to monitor, investigate, and, if necessary, confront any extremist groups that might perpetuate violence against the Constitution or the government of the Premier. The Constitutional Protection Brigade will soon complete its training and deploy to address concerns as they arise: the Office will also soon create civilian legal and investigative departments to assist in its mission, and various support services will also be created. The Office's mission should not trouble any kirin who does not intend to violently attack the principles of constitutional, consociational government."
Thus far, the Standard-Bearers have refused all questions regarding the conspicuous absence of any apparent loyalties to the Matriarch Superior.
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The Amiant Few
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"Regardless of their motivations, grievances, or beliefs, arsonists are criminals. The spat of arson attacks perpetuated by groups such as the Red Angry Fire will not be tolerated by the Matriarch's government. Which is why the Premier tasked me with heading the Undersecretariat for Fire Control, to coordinate our efforts to suppress both the fires and those who start them. Our professional firefighting brigades will partner with volunteer fire departments across the country to suppress both accidental nirik transformations and this unexcusable bout of attacks." The kirin giving this press conference was grizzled and old, and the reporters in the room had all included in their notes his prior service with the border-militias of the western provinces. Quite the stallion to place in charge of the newest of Kiria's internal security forces.
A hoof shot up from the crowd. "Undersecretary Redwood," the reporter began, "what do you have to say about the new Reform Bureau Report indicating that most nirik attacks arise from social inequality? Do you think it's appropriate to send military police after downtrodden kirin?"
The Undersecretary gave an indignant huff. "'Social inequality' is not an excuse to burn down homes, businesses, schools, farms. All of which have been attacked. If kirin have complaints about how Kiria is run then they ought to petition their Matriarch or her Premier. If they want to throw a tantrum and burn this country down, they're going to have to get through me."
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Thrown From The Ivory Tower
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"If I may begin, Miss Bloom, I am confused," began the chairkirin. Mayflower Bloom was before the imposing Central Committee of the All-Kiria Collegium, appealing the rejection of her research proposal by one of the ethics committees. The chairkirin continued "Your proposal is very well-polished, if disturbing. Setting aside the question of whether this Collegium would ever approve of what seems to be nothing short of a eugenics programme, I am troubled by your methodology. You suggest intentionally inducing nirik transformation for study."
Mayflower stiffened. She had honestly expected to be grilled on the eugenics first. "Yes, Chair. Proving the connection between nirik transformations and heredity, and demonstrating that greater or lesser inclinations towards our nirik halves can be inherited, is a first step in the broader project of-"
She was cut off by the chair, who, she was starting to realize, had already made up his mind. "Yes, your aspirations to breed the nirik state out of the population are more than clear. My concern, again, is with your methodology. Excluding completely that forcing a nirik transformation amounts to psychological torture, just how do you expect the Collegium to defend itself when the religious authorities get word that we are funding this? We hardly have the prestige of the Aureolin Monastery to protect us. Your proposal will get this institution shuttered."
Mayflower opened her mouth to reply, but the session suddenly surged forward without her. A motion to reject her appeal was introduced and passed before she could say a word, and soon she was been ushered from the hall to her waiting friend, River Lily. "Oh I heard everything, Mayflower - I'm so sorry!" River Lily tried to hug Mayflower, but the mare shrugged her off, hanging her head low. "I know that proposal was really important to you, but, it doesn't have to be the end of your research, you just need to try again. But first, you need to get some fresh air, clear your head. You and me need to get out and see the countryside before you spend another minute working on this nirik business, it's just not healthy."
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"I can't show my face here anytime soon... so some sunshine can't hurt, I guess."
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Out Of Left Field
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A surprise candidate entered the previously sedate elections to the Mayoralty of Radiance today, and the press has certainly done quite a number on her. From her last name, one could have expected Miss Mayflower Bloom to run on one of the NAKP-affiliated tickets, but she shocked the nation by announcing she had the backing of the staunchly left-wing Movement for a Modern Kiria.
It was not long before reports of her controversial - some would say disqualifyingly abhorrent - prior career as a researcher of nirik biology at the All-Kiria Collegium began to surface, but Miss Bloom met the criticism head-on. "I was wrong about kirin, niriks, and Kiria," she said, when cornered by reporters following her announcement speech, "and I intend to make amends for my past as Mayor." She refused further comment.
Her professed programme of MMK policies would certainly seem that way. Her platform consists of a laundry-list of popular left-wing priorities, running the gamut from increased education funding to a powerful proposed Mayoral Commission on Labor and Employment. Other candidates appear to be scrambling as Mayflower's campaign surges into the fore, particularly after both the Peasant's Union and the Worker's Party of Kiria officially endorsed her in a coordinated press conference. One thing is certain - Mayflower's sharp wit and popular campaign represent a chink in the armor of the right's otherwise solid control of Greater Providence. Should she win, it would represent a decisive victory of the left over the NAKP-affiliated parties dominant in the north.
Mayflower Bloom's cousin, Ardent Bloom, the Fragrance-based influential chairkirin of the Realm Development Planning Commission and now, it seems, one of his cousin's chiefest political opponents, could not be reached for comment.
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The Key To The City
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The hard-fought Mayoralty elections in Radiance are over, and to the surprise of all who had assumed this would remain a safely right-wing seat, Mayflower Bloom and the Movement for a Modern Kiria have prevailed. A long day of counting ballots and reporting precincts has concluded with a victory speech given by Mayor-Elect Mayflower in one of Radiance's many riverside parks.
"Tonight, we've seen the kirin of Radiance step up and demand not just change but progress. Not just wealth, but prosperity, not just technology, but modernity, not just lip-service to harmony but a true realization of peace and plenty for all! And I could not be more honored to have been chosen to lead the city forward as we strike a new course. I have more than a few kirin to thank for the privilege of becoming the next Mayor of Radiance."
She cleared her throat, and paused for a moment, before nodding. "To all of my supporters - I thank you for your hard work. And to my detractors - thank you for keeping me honest." she said, to a few chuckles.
"Thank you to Autumn Blaze, the Morning Secretariat, and the Matriarch Superior for forging a Kiria where this kind of election is even possible," she continued, to rousing cheers. "And thank you to a hoof-full of kirin who have have forever touched my heart. To Song Thrush, to Orange Blossom, Snowy Wool and Margin Call, to Luminous Flame, Kindling Flash, Silver Lining - and to a thousand other nameless kind souls I encountered - thank you. Thank you for teaching me that there is a bottomless strength in simple compassion, and infinite possibility in the honest work of the common kirin."
She paused again, before taking a very deep, long breath. "More than anyone else - to River Lily," she said, and turned to face the mare standing behind and beside her, who immediately blushed. "Thank you for showing me that everykirin - including myself - is worth it."
The photo of the kiss that followed is sure to make every broadsheet in the morning.
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A Vacation, At Last
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River Lily snuck up behind Mayflower Bloom and threw her hooves around the Mayor's neck, pulling her in tight for a hug that left Mayflower squawking in alarm for the briefest of moments. Then they both burst into a fit of giggles as Mayflower collected herself. "Babe, I'm working. Five more minutes." Mayflower said, and Lily huffed before letting go.
"Only a few more days, and I'll have you all to myself again. And on the beaches of Jubilee, no less." Mayflower could only giggle back at Lily's enthusiasm. It was true. Two long but exciting years of MMK government in Radiance were drawing to a close. Soon she would be passing the torch to the next Mayor - her time at this level of politics had certainly been enriching, but Mayflower had known for a while that the job simply left her too busy to run again. She wanted a position where she could spend more time with Lily these days.
In two busy years, she had spearheaded new social programs, opened city ministries that now helped hundreds of kirin every day, stood up against a lockout in the city's canneries... but she hadn't had time to take a vacation with Lily.
"More seriously," Lily said, setting an envelope onto Mayflower's desk. "Somekirin gave this to me at the door. I guess it was too important to wait for the morning mail."
Mayflower looked down and immediately recognized, with a sudden pit in her stomach, two different seals on the stationery - one for the Realm and Harmony Party, and one from the Office of the Premier of Kiria.
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"I hate to think I waited until my last day to get in trouble with the Premier..."
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Bloodied Ships in Radiance
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Mayor Mayflower Bloom's disapproval of the government's misadventures in the Far South is one of the more infamous scandals in Kirian politics. Such a sharp-tongued critic of the war coming from within the infamous Bloom family itself has not gone unnoticed, but in spite of all attempts to silence her, Mayflower penned her master-stroke against the war today. Earlier this morning, a troop transport docked in Radiance, discharging wounded soldiers from the war in the south. And no sooner had the sight of bandaged and bedridden veterans clogging the wharves reached the city government, than Mayflower Bloom called a press conference with the chaos as her backdrop. Manipulative? Perhaps. Effective? The press certainly seemed to think so.
"Radiance has always welcomed the world to Vermilion. What the Realm sowed abroad, was reaped and returned to us here. Good or bad, Radiance is where our doings come home to roost. And what has come home to us today? After we were promised riches and plenty streaming in from the South Sea? Ship after ship of bloodied bannerkirin spill onto our shore! And each day we are expected to load up another hold with bullets and barbed wire. Perhaps we can be excused for being dragged into something we did not expect in Talarayi, but can we ever be forgiven for doubling, tripling down on a campaign of conquest and colonialism? How can Kiria ever last, trying to be a democracy at home and a slave-driving tyranny abroad? How many more shiploads of broken soldiers are we expected to quietly bear in the name of the NAKP's profits?"
The crowd seemed shocked by her harsh tone, but did not seem to heckle or disagree as she continued. "Let me make it clear that while I am Mayor, I will not bow to naked, shameless greed. I will not sit quietly by while a cabal of bloodthirsty generals, corrupt bureaucrats, and spinelessly greedy businesskirin drag a nation that has long loved peace deeper into their brutal war! And I trust in hope that neither will my city!" A chorus of agreement rose from the crowd, though most were paying more attention to the trickle of bandaged kirin disembarking behind her.
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The Measure of Success
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Firework Flash grinned into the cameras as the recording light flared to life and the film reel began to roll. "Welcome back to another Flash Facts interview!" she welcomed the audience that would soon see her newsreel in a few days. "I'm your hostess, Firework Flash, and I'm here today with Midnight Moon, CEO of Kaolin National and," she added with a wink and a stage whisper, "my old classmate at Manehattan Polytechnic. Why don't you tell us a little bit about KN and the work you've been up to, Moon?"
"I'd be happy to," Midnight Moon said, smoothing out invisible wrinkles in her dress skirt and smiling with charm and charisma into the camera. "Kaolin National has always valued individualism, hard work, and the value of the free market, but perhaps most importantly, we are firm believers in Kirian patriotism. Unlike the other powerhouses of the economy, KN is a true Kirian corporation without any roots or ties to foreign investors or capital. The revival and rise of Kiria has provided wonderful opportunities to succeed, and in the economic boom that followed, KN took advantage of the tremendous demand for natural resources and raw material for the Realm's flourishing construction and manufacturing market."
"A true investment in the Realm. You love to see it," Flash said, and then her tone shifted from supportive to questioning. "I do have to ask, of course, about the mass redundancy accusations, and the headlines about your lobbyists working hard to prevent the implementation of ongoing minimum wage legislation in the Morning Secretariat. How can KN claim to be a champion of Kirian interests when the company fights so hard to deny rights to its workers and punishes those who step out of line?"
Moon flashed Flash a sharp glare, though it faded as she gave her answer. "Grit and hard work separate the wheat from the chaff, and KN's interests are the interests of the Realm. Our close work with the military means that success for KN is safety for the Realm. We are a meritocracy, not a charity."
"Then how can you justify KN receiving subsidies from the government?" Flash asked, but rather than respond, Moon instead smiled into the camera and stood up to leave.
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"Thank you for the interview, Flash, but I really must be going."
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Buy Kiria - Buy KIRIN!
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The business interests of Northern Kiria are never to be outdone. Under the watchful eye of - and some allege the guiding hoof of - the Realm Development Planning Commission, a juggernaut of northern industrial might has emerged, with a name befitting its aspirations. The Kiria Integrated Resource-Industrial Network Holding Group, or simply KIRIN, began life as a conglomerate of the Sycee Trading House's industrial interests just a few short months ago. And while the money seems to trace back exclusively to Sycee, every NAKP businesskirin and politician is proudly promoting their role in cutting through red tape so that KIRIN could expand. No official documentation has surfaced, but Ardent Bloom and Cypress Snow are alleged to hold a majority of KIRIN's shares between them.
KIRIN has described its business model as "opportunistic acquisition of troubled assets in a long-term growth strategy." KIRIN's detractors have described it as nothing less than a predatory hyper-hegemon, the kind of monopolistic entity that has come to define the aspirations of a modern KirCorpn. Increasingly buying up everything from mines to textile plants to shipyards, KIRIN's seemingly bottomless coffers have allowed it to secure almost total dominance of the economy of Greater Providence. Whether buying a new set of saddlebags or negotiating contracts for modern fighter aircraft, a kirin north of Vermilion is probably doing their business almost exclusively with companies held by KIRIN.
Sycee Trading House took the company public at an extremely ritzy conference and gala held in Sycee over the past few days. NAKP grandees, government officials, prominent businessmares, and every stockbroker worth their salt in Kiria could be found in attendance, sipping complimentary KIRIN-branded malt from the Holding Group's recent expansion into the brewing industry. If it's true that the NAKP's leaders own large amounts of KIRIN stock, they certainly became vastly richer over the weekend.
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There's no music like the jingling of taels in pockets!
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Much to the dismay of the many corporations that followed Fickle Current and the diaspora home after the end of the Silence, hopes for a Kiria aligned with free-market capitalism are now thoroughly dashed. The Morning Secretariat's ambitious plans for ongoing modernization and expansion of the Kirian economy and military were deemed too important to rely on any foreign entanglements. Instead, Kaolin National, the rising homegrown star of the Kirian economy, has been given a controversial grant of authority to ensure autarky and self-sufficiency in Kiria.
The Kaolin National Resource Allocation Division seems part public-private partnership, part state-owned corporation, and part central planning committee. The new KoNRAD Board of Directors reflects its eclectic makeup - government ministers, elected delegates, appointed technocrats, and of course, Kaolin National's own executives form a group of strange bedfellows to be leading the economic development of Kiria.
In a joint press conference between the government and KoNRAD, KN CEO Midnight Moon seemed almost giddy. "I'm proud that the government has entrusted this important duty to Kaolin National. Like we would for any client, we promise the Realm nothing less than the best. I can guarantee that over the next few years, KoNRAD will be responsible for tens of thousands of new jobs and millions of tons of affordable raw materials for our growing economy. And the money those jobs and materials create will be invested right here at home. Here's to another decade of growth in Kiria!"
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Times Change...
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Fickle Current was not having a very good day.
The NAKP Executive Committee had been listening to him rant and rave for nearly half an hour at how ludicrous the proposal sitting in front of him was. It was simple enough - Autumn Blaze wanted the NAKP to pledge to share power in her new consociational Secretariat.
Fickle was having none of it, and the Committee was tense. Most of them seemed visibly uncomfortable, but if he noticed their nervous glances and sideways looks, he didn't care. Only two kirin in the room seemed unfazed - his two staunchest allies in the party, Cypress Snow and Ardent Bloom.
"I don't give a quarter tael about the Three and a Half Year Plan!" Fickle blurted, in response to some meek comment about the program's success. "Rain Shine let this country wallow for decades! We have this one moment to take the reins from Vermilion and build a Kiria worth living in! And they want us to sit down, smile, and do as we're told!" he barked, and this time, Cypress Snow stiffened.
"Fickle-" Snow began, but he was cut off by Current's ranting.
"I will not have this party we worked so hard to build become a side attraction in Autumn Blaze's All-Kiria Freakshow!"
Ardent Bloom cleared his throat. "Fickle, sit down." he barked, and Fickle trailed off. Ardent sighed. "We tallied the vote while you were screaming. The Committee would rather work with Blaze than try to seize power."
Fickle all but growled. "As Chairkirin of the National Association of Kirin Patriots, I veto the Committee's decision!"
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The Laws of War
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Massicot may be more famed for its parade grounds than its scholarship, but of course, officers need less marching and more theoretical instruction. Today's lesson for the cadet class of [GetYear] focuses on the application of historic Equestrian theory to modern Kirian doctrine and geopolitics.
"Cirrus Pansy was an accomplished statesmare whose role in the Founding of Equestria is well known. Less well known is her career as a military theorist and, in many ways, one of the first philosophers of the conduct of war." The instructor at the front of the classroom looked out over her uniformed class of cadets, who did their best to look unassuming. But someone had to be the victim. "Cadet Glistering, I imagine you of all kirin did the reading, what is the central tenet of Cirrus Pansy's thought?"
A cadet stood from his desk and saluted. "Cirrus Pansy wrote of the need for a harmonic nation to fight in accordance with the principles of harmony, Ma'm! She identified five guiding principles for the ethical conduct of a harmonic war, m'am - military necessity of violence, distinction of combatants and non-combatants, proportionality of civilian harm to military necessity, prevention of unnecessary suffering, and the honorable, professional conduct of the soldiery!"
The instructor nodded. "Correct, cadet. Sit down. These are the principles Pansy identified as key to the ethical conduct of war. But can anyone answer what principle Pansy identified as key to the ethical initiation of a harmonic war?"
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The class fell silent, and then a hoof shot into the air.
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Last Stop 'Til Fragrance!
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"Now, everykirin, please, settle down, settle down, don't crowd the platforms! There's no spots for anykirin not carrying tickets already, I'm afraid, not even a bucket of taels could buy you onto any of the fine locomotives we're about to witness! But fear not, all, there are to be daily, non-stop services from right here in Sorghum Central Station to the furthest reaches of our fair land, in utmost comfort! You might have better luck enquiring at our ticketing counter about tomorrow's trains. Venture on the mighty Galloper's run north to Fragrance in the morning, or perhaps follow the Mellifluve south to Verdant with Goldenrod! I hear the Globetrotter's service to Chrysanthemum is to be the most luxurious of all - but don't go now, stay right here! Here they come, the meeting of south, north, and west, right here in Sorghum!"
Perhaps the announcer of this event was getting a bit ahead of herself compared to the crowd, but the New Times Line was paying her to get the crowd excited. Not that they needed much more reason. Right on time, as the announcer finished speaking, three locomotives burst into the train station to a chorus of awed and excited gasps. These were no cantankerous old imported boilers like these kirin had seen before. In as much unison as could be expected, three sleek and modern locomotives, still bearing their factories' shine, pulled up to the platforms and began discharging crowds of porters, guards, and passengers. Well-dressed Fragrance businesskirin, a temple's worth of Chrysanthemum's mystics, and a huge contingent of Verdant's notables, all mingling on the platform at once. The furthest-flung cities of Kiria, brought together in its heart.
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"Two extra taels will get you into the parlor car!"
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We Stand By Our Friends
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Matriarch Superior Rain Shine stood before dozens of rows of volunteer bannerkirin, clad in the drab and uniform fatigues of the modern, reformed Vermilion and Kirian Army. She watched with approval as, with their longstanding dispute set aside, Winter Frost and Rising Sun solemnly proceeded down the ranks, accompanied by dozens of mystics. The sound of muttered, reverent prayer was all that could be heard as these volitionaries recieved Concord's blessing, each by their chosen creed.
Behind Rain Shine, in Radiance's harbor, the troopships to take them to Equestria were assembled. And over her head fluttered a banner, a new one - four silhouettes saluting on a vermilion field, a unicorn, a pegasus, an earth pony, and a kirin.
"Equestria's ponies opened our eyes to the folly of the Silence," Rain Shine said, and the mere sound of her voice was enough to send a shudder through the ranks, "and now our friends are attacked by a vicious tyrant. It would disgrace us not to come to their aid, now that we are strong enough to lend a hoof where once they lent theirs."
Rain Shine bowed her head, and offered a smile, though it was pained with the knowledge that many of these kirin would die. But there was also pride - pride in knowing that the bannerkirin before her believed in harmony, enough to take up a new banner and, if needed, to lay down their lives on the far side of the world. Each one had proudly volunteered.
"I have chosen a fine commander, General Bright Burn, to lead a new Banner, one that will show the world that Kiria keeps its promises. General," Rain Shine said, and she then motioned for Bright Burn to step forward.
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"I give you your new command, the Volitionary Corps."
Forms and Deploys Three (3) Brigades of the Kirin Volitionary Corps: - Volitionary 1st Corps 'Concordant Solidarity', led by General Bright Burn - Volitionary 2nd Corps 'Hyacinth Blossom' - Volitionary 3rd Corps 'Autumn's Fury'
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To Those Who Waited
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Rising Sun and Autumn Blaze sat quietly across from each other at a small tea-table in a private room at one of Chrysanthemum's more posh public-houses. Autumn was in shambles. She couldn't stand to look at Sun's perpetual upturned sneer. Was that just Sun's face, or was it some fresh malice, directed at her?
"I very much doubt whatever you say is going to be a sufficient apology for shutting the door in our faces," Rising Sun said, and Autumn winced. "So," Sun continued, "stop striving for perfection and say what you must."
Autumn took a deep breath, and suddenly it all spilled out at once. "I know I have some disagreements with the Rising Fire myself but you have to believe me that that wasn't the reason, Winter Frost and Fickle Current were going to drag the entire Plenum to a halt if you were let in and I was a clueless new statesmare and I just thought if I couldn't make everykirin happy I should at least try to make most of them happy and-"
Sun all but rolled her eyes, and that was enough to make Autumn catch herself and slump, dejectedly, into her chair. "I know it's too late to make amends, but, the Rising Fire isn't barred from the Secretariat any longer. And to show I mean it, I'm here to offer you your pick of a cabinet position. To show the Rising Fire is welcome in Vermilion. As it always should have been."
Sun could only scoff. "Well, how could I refuse? With an entire ministry at my disposal, perhaps I can begin to overcome this head-start you have so graciously afforded to Frost and Current. Thankfully the Rising Fire has endured this disgrace with our heads still held high," she said, and then her stern face softened, if only slightly. "It is not lost on me that it takes strength to admit you were wrong. I only wish you were also strong enough to have avoided wronging me at all."
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A damper removed from the firebrands of the West.
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The [1165.GetCapitalVictoryPointName] Incandescent Legation
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Skystar stared at the bonfires flanking the entrance to the Kirian Legation. The massive building had been constructed around an old amphitheatre in Harmonizing Heights, with an imposing round pagoda roof enclosing it, topped with another bonfire. In the waning light, the Legation looked like a volcano.
Skystar stopped gaping, remembering why she was here. She had been invited to meet the Kirian Premier, Autumn Blaze. She'd heard great things about her, that she was a mare who had brought a hundred years of progress to her Realm in just three-and-a-half years. She pictured a kirin Twilight Sparkle: a genius intellectual, noticing the most minute details. Inside the grand lobby, Skystar passed by a group of gawking hippogriff tourists as a guide explained the significance of the fifteen-hoof tall portrait of Matriarch Superior Rain Shine to them. The Premier had asked Skystar to meet her over dinner after a production of a newly written play called "The Phantom of the Opera." The Incandescent Legations were as much places of cultural exchange as diplomacy, and musical theatre was very much an integral part of the post-Silence Kirian cultural revival.
As Skystar sat down at her seat, she was faced by an orange-maned kirin, probably one of the Premier's retainers. The whole time, the Premier didn't appear, and her retainer laughed and joked throughout the play, sharing insider tidbits about the production.
Skystar was relieved. She had enough diplomatic meetings already, and it was nice to let loose and just enjoy a musical with a lighthearted companion before another one. She wondered if this mare was some kind of stage manager, seeing as how she knew so much about the production, or if all kirin had encyclopedic knowledge about Kirian musical theatre. As Skystar burst into tears at the tragic finale, she found her companion smiling. When the applause died down, Skystar turned to her.
"I'm sorry, I never got your name."
Her companion giggled. "I'm the playwright. Premier Autumn Blaze. Nice to meet you, Skystar!"
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To the start of a beautiful friendship!
Gains Incandescent Legation, which grants: - Opinion of [KIR.GetName] +50 When dealing with [KIR.GetFlag][KIR.GetName]: - Target country trade cost: -20% - License purchase cost: -5% - License purchase acceptance: +20 - License production speed: +20% - License production speed from technology difference: +20% ([KIR.GetFlag][KIR.GetName]): Gains The [1165.GetCapitalVictoryPointName] Legation, which grants: - Opinion of [HIP.GetName] +50 - Trade Influence with [HIP.GetName] +25 When dealing with [HIP.GetFlag][HIP.GetName]: - Target country trade cost: -20% - License purchase cost: -5% - License purchase acceptance: +20 - License production speed: +20% - License production speed from technology difference: +20%
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Disarmament Ultimatum from [FROM.GetNameDef]
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Kiria, citing our recent "un-harmonic" intrusions into foreign territory, has made demands for our immediate disarmament, in addition to the reduction in size of our standing army. The Kirian diplomats have given us a timeframe of three months to do so. In return, they have promised to enter into a non-aggression pact with us. They say this is to ensure peace and harmony in Zebrica.
Obviously, this is an affront to our sovereignty. However, Kiria, having emerged triumphant from the Grand Gallop Onward, is a fast-rising continental power in Zebrica, and the non-aggression pact we stand to gain, should we acquiesce to their demands, may be beneficial to our interests in the long run.
The kirin have threatened military intervention if we do not accept their ultimatum. It is clear that we must bend the knee to the Vermilion Throne, or prepare for war.
Some senior military officers have suggested that we accept the Kirian ultimatum, not because we have any intention of conceding to their demands, but so that we may have an additional three months to mobilise our military and industry to prepare for a war against Kiria upon the expiration of the deadline.
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We accept... for now.
AI logic:
We bow to no one!
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[FROM.GetNameDefCap] Accepts Ultimatum
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[FROM.GetName] has accepted our ultimatum. According to the treaty signed and ratified by our diplomats and their leaders, they have three months to downsize their army according to our demands - a schedule that starts today. Should they comply fully, we will enter into a non-aggression pact with them as a sign of good will and amity between our nations.
If they fail to comply, however, we will have a mandate to militarily intervene against them.
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A glimmer of hope for regional peace.
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[FROM.GetNameDefCap] Rejects Ultimatum!
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[FROM.GetName] has rejected our ultimatum. Negotiations between our diplomats and their leaders have broken down. [FROM.GetNameDefCap] will not disarm, choosing instead to continue down their path of warmongering and oppression.
We have thereby gained a mandate to militarily intervene against [FROM.GetNameDef], in order to proactively maintain peace and harmony in Zebrica - as is our duty as a harmonic power and a regional hegemon. We threaten war against [FROM.GetNameDef] not out of greed or bloodlust as they do, but to prevent further [FROM.GetAdjective] aggression against their neighbors - and ours - that will further destabilise our corner of Zebrica.
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Harmony is non-negotiable.
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[FROM.GetNameDefCap] Completes Disarmament
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[FROM.GetName] has disarmed according to the timeline determined by our ultimatum. Peace and harmony in the region has been guaranteed, at least for the time being.
It is our hope that [FROM.GetNameDef] will cease their military expansionism and warmongering as a result of the cuts to their military. As promised, the non-aggression pact between our nation and theirs has been signed and ratified, effective immediately.
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Harmony in our time.
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[FROM.GetNameDefCap] Fails to Disarm
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[FROM.GetName] has failed to disarm according to the timeline determined by our ultimatum. Perhaps they were just buying time with their initial agreement to our demands.
Nevertheless. We have thereby gained a mandate to militarily intervene against [FROM.GetNameDef], in order to proactively maintain peace and harmony in Zebrica - as is our duty as a harmonic power and a regional hegemon. We threaten war against [FROM.GetNameDef] not out of greed or bloodlust as they do, but to prevent further [FROM.GetAdjective] aggression against their neighbors - and ours - that will further destabilise our corner of Zebrica.
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The Conclusion of the 3½ Year Plan
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When the news reached Massicot that Premier Autumn Blaze was scheduled to give a speech on the radio that evening, word quickly spread to the small community of farmers on the city's borders that the Imperial Premier called her home. But the farmers were poor, even if the modernisation of the Grand Gallop Onward had already begun improving their lives, and many, her parents especially, feared that they would not be able to hear it. But thanks to a friend of a friend of a friend, Autumn's parents managed to find a radio, and the entire community gathered around the staticky device as it strained to pick up Autumn's voice from Vermilion, many kilometers away.
"Citizens of Kiria!" Autumn proclaimed over the radio as soon as the broadcast began. "Today is a great day. A monumentous day! The Three and a Half Year Plan, the first phase of the Grand Gallop Onward, has been a resounding success! When I first began working with her Divinity, Matriarch Superior Rain Shine, as her Imperial Premier, I was admittedly intimidated by the sheer scale of the undertaking before us as a nation. But our success should not have been surprising. It took a group effort to make this work: Matriarch Rain Shine, who believed in the Grand Gallop Onward; the All-Kiria Plenum for National Revival, which put aside their differences to come together and create a new, modern future for the Realm; our friends overseas, who lent us money and their expertise to catch up on a century of missed innovations; and most importantly, you, the average kirin, the backbone and soul of our nation, who responded to our rallying cries of modernisation and helped in any and every little way you could. We could not be here tonight without you, and Concord, I am sure, is smiling upon her favored species. What we have accomplished would make her proud, and her favor will bless Kiria for generations!
"Today is a day to rejoice, kirin of the Realm! Be together with your friends and family. Invite your neighbors over to drink and feast. Celebrate! And don't worry about getting a little carried away with your celebrations, as the Matriarch has declared that tomorrow shall be a national holiday in celebration! So to you, kirin of Kiria: good night, and may Concord bless you!"
Music signaled the end of the broadcast, but the farmers of Massicot had only just begun to cheer and stomp their hooves. In the center of it all, Autumn's mother cried tears of joy and pride, held close against her husband's chest.
It would be a lively night in Massicot, and all throughout the Realm as a whole.
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We did it! We did it! Concord bless us all!
We have cast off the last vestiges of the Silence!
Modernisation!
We have embarked on one of the most ambitious projects any nation or race of people has ever endeavored to complete: the complete modernisation of our backwards and isolated country within a few short years. We will have to take care that we sever the traditional ties that hold us back with a surgical scalpel and not a bonesaw if we don't want to destroy our culture in the process.
Modernisation!
Modernisation!
All Coastal States: Weekly Population Growth: +300
Modernisation!
All Coastal States: Weekly Population Growth: +300
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The Center Cannot Hold
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"Is it good news? Please tell me it's good news." Autumn Blaze looked across her desk at Cinder Glow and Fern Flare, two of her closest friends from Massicot turned her trusted political advisors for her job as premier. She trusted them to give her the news straight, and the looks on their faces told her that she wasn't going to like what they had to say.
"The Realm is growing more unstable by the day," Fern Flare said. "Farmers are protesting against the rapid changes to society. Laborers are protesting that they aren't being treated fairly. The returning diaspora is protesting that we aren't modernizing fast enough for their liking. When those protests clash, riots start. And I think it goes without saying that where kirin are rioting, nirik soon appear. Urbanization and industrial projects are getting damaged by angry nirik setting fire to the construction zones, wasting investment money that we really need. Not to mention our bouts with famine, pollution, and pirates..."
"I think she gets the point," Cinder Glow said, putting a hoof on Fern Flare's shoulder and shaking her head. Then she turned to Autumn. "In short, the realm is in turmoil. We have to do something to get cooler heads to prevail and get everykirin back on the same page. We need to remind them that we're all in this together, for the good of our country."
"Yeah," Autumn said, rubbing her hoof against her nose scales as she thought. "But what could... oh, silly me, of course! The Matriarch!" She practically hopped out of her chair as a moment of brilliant inspiration struck her. "What's one thing we all share in common as kirin of the Realm? Our love for our Matriarch! The Realm wouldn't exist without her, and we owe her respect, not just because of the job she's doing, but because she's Concord's avatar in this world. I may have flunked out of mystic school, but even I know that Concord made Rain Shine one with her divinity when she ascended. So why don't we send her on tour across the Realm to visit the big cities and the little villages, and remind the kirin of Kiria that so long as Rain Shine trots among us, we still have Concord's favor!"
"Do you really think it will work?" Fern Flare asked. "For all her divinity and power, Matriarch Rain Shine can't simply wave her hoof and make the Realm's problems go away."
"No, but it will buy us the time we need," Autumn said. "Time enough to solve those problems in the Reform Bureau. We're in a race against time, and we need every minute we can get out of this powder keg before it explodes."
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Matriarch Rain Shine will remind the Realm we have Concord's favor!
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From Silence to Cacophony
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The below descriptions are available for this event.
The following description is used if:
- At least one of the following is true:
- Country flag KIR_expelled_communists is set
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- Realm of Kiria:
- Has completed national focus “In the Vermilion Court”
- Has completed national focus
- The first sign of bad news was the piece of paper nailed to the door of the Morning Secretariat proclaiming that Concord has abandoned the Vermilion Realm. Below it, the signatures of two dozen reputable priests and mystics put a foreboding weight to the proclamation.
The second was the imperial courier that collapsed on the steps to the Vermilion palace, beaten and bloody. In her satchel were reports of violence between the returning diaspora, who saw themselves as superior to the local commoners, and the farmers and fisherkirin of the realm, who saw the returning émigrés as foreign colonizers trying to crush their way of life. The courier had to flee Fragrance as riots started, and had been accosted by both sides for merely trying to do her job. It was a wonder she made it back alive.
After that, bad news flowed like a monsoon, drowning the Morning Secretariat in dismay and grinding the Plenum to a halt. Rain Shine could only listen hopelessly as her premier read out the latest chaos happening across the Realm. Cultural upheaval was everywhere and clashes between tradition and modernization were commonplace. The northern coast, particularly the cities of Fragrance and Rhapsody, had practically turned into warzones between locals and the diaspora, with reports that nationalist paramilitaries had organized and orchestrated coups against the Matriarch's appointed governors, installing their leaders in their steads. But despite the chaos in the east, the populace there still paid lip service to Rain Shine as her subjects, unlike the west. There, in the rural and underdeveloped stretches of Kiria, the heretical sect of The Rising Fire had engaged in open rebellion against Rain Shine's rule. Clashes between Imperial Banners and local militias had put a dark mood over the Secretariat, and the situation only seemed to be growing more dire. And throughout it all, reports of nirik transformations and raging fires had come in from all across the nation. Kiria was dying.
Rain Shine excused herself from the Secretariat, having heard enough bad news for the day, and wandered the halls of her grand palace alone. She had done this to Kiria; she was the one responsible for this failure. She had tried to cram a century's worth of lost progress into three years of reform, and it had blown up in her face. She had created a dilemma worse than the one her mother faced, and now she finally understood why The Silence had been enacted at all. The kirin were simply not ready for the modern world.
But there was nothing she could do now. She had staked her authority on the success of the Plenum, and it had failed. Her decrees begging for the violence to end would fall on deaf ears. She had dug this grave for Kiria, and now it looked like she was about to lie in it with her Realm.
The following description is used if:
- The Rising Fire was allowed into the Plenum. (?)
- The first sign of bad news was the piece of paper nailed to the door of the Morning Secretariat proclaiming that Concord has abandoned the Vermilion Realm. Below it, the signatures of two dozen reputable priests and mystics put a foreboding weight to the proclamation.
The second was the imperial courier that collapsed on the steps to the Vermilion palace, beaten and bloody. In her satchel were reports of violence between the returning diaspora, who saw themselves as superior to the local commoners, and the farmers and fisherkirin of the realm, who saw the returning émigrés as foreign colonizers trying to crush their way of life. The courier had to flee Fragrance as riots started, and had been accosted by both sides for merely trying to do her job. It was a wonder she made it back alive.
After that, bad news flowed like a monsoon, drowning the Morning Secretariat in dismay and grinding the Plenum to a halt. Rain Shine could only listen hopelessly as her premier read out the latest chaos happening across the Realm. Cultural upheaval was everywhere and clashes between tradition and modernization were commonplace. The northern coast, particularly the cities of Fragrance and Rhapsody, had practically turned into warzones between locals and the diaspora, with reports that nationalist paramilitaries had organized and orchestrated coups against the Matriarch's appointed governors, installing their leaders in their steads.
But there was still a spark of hope in the Secretariat, one last spark that had yet to be snuffed out. That spark was Rising Sun as she took the podium before her peers. "The east may have forgotten who they are, but the west stands firm," she proclaimed. "The Rising Fire supports our Matriarch, and so long as I have a seat on this Secretariat, we will support Kiria. But time is of the essence if we want to do this right. The Realm is fracturing, and nirik transformations are becoming more commonplace. If we don't right the ship now, even I won't be able to satisfy the demands for reform coming from the west. Kiria will be broken within a month if we don't do something to fix it, so we must. For the good of the realm."
Rain Shine silently nodded along as Rising Sun's words stirred up one last bit of resolve in the Secretariat. There was still a chance to save Kiria. They couldn't afford to waste it.''
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"I have failed, and I have destroyed Kiria with me."
The world is always at its darkest before the dawn...
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The Matriarch on Tour
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- Country flag KIR_event_102_flagA is set
- It was good to be home, Rain Shine thought to herself as her servants set her palanquin down in the courtyard inside her palace. She had just returned from a successful tour of the Realm, the first she'd undertaken in her long life of seventy-some odd years, and had seen a whole new Realm she couldn't have imagined after spending almost all of those years inside the Vermilion palace. When her premier had brought the idea of a country tour to her she had at first been skeptical, but soon warmed to the idea. Now, she was glad that she had done it; the memories of what she'd seen would stick with her for the rest of her days, and they were happy memories as well.
From Vermilion, Rain Shine had insisted on making the trek through the mountains to Rhapsody, along the path where the Vermilion Priestess and eventual first Matriarch Superior, Iridescent Dawn, had once trotted on her journey to commune with Concord. From there, she traveled to Fragrance and up the Comely Cape until she boarded a steamer that took her to Hyacinth, allowing her to appreciate the marvels of modern artificing that Kiria had missed in its century-long stagnation. From Hyacinth she went to Massicot, then sailed down the Great Mellifluve to Sorghum and Verdant, with a detour to Chrysanthemum along the way. At every stop, she had been greeted by throngs of awed and overjoyed kirin, their emotion and faith in their Matriarch Superior overcoming the divides of status. Rich and poor, mystic and heretic, local or diaspora returnee, all gathered by along the roads, cheering their divine Matriarch and bowing before her.
It had been an overwhelming experience for the Matriarch, sure, but it had been worth it. Rain Shine had visited all the new advances happening under her watch, from new schools to modern hospitals to revitalized fire pagodas proclaiming a new dawn for The Way of Fire. She had seen firsthoof the rapid progress of modernization, the advancement of industry, and the transformation of the poor kirin countryside into a land of rich opportunities. But she had also seen cracks in the facade, where the dark tendrils of strife wound its way between the growing cracks of kirin society and politics. For as far as the Realm had come under her watch, it still had much farther to go, and injustices beyond measure to rectify.
But rectify them she would, she knew. With the tour complete, she had seen what she needed to see in her Realm. She had seen the wheels of progress turning, and the conflict that strove to grind them to a halt. And, Concord willing, she would do everything in her power to drive them onwards. Her little kirin depended on it, after all, and Rain Shine was determined to never fail her subjects in the way her mother had once failed them.
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- Rain Shine waved from her palanquin at the gathered crowds in the city of Persimmon, full of kirin who had gathered along the streets just to catch a glimpse of their divine Matriarch Superior make her first journey outside of the Vermilion palace in all her life. At her premier's urging, Rain Shine and her palace staff had established an itinerary of cities to visit throughout the Realm to show the kirin of Kiria that their Matriarch still held the divine favor of Concord and looked admirably upon the work they were doing in the Grand Gallop Onward. So far, she had visited the cities of Rhapsody, Fragrance, Hyacinth, Massicot, and Sorghum, with stops at Verdant and Chrysanthemum yet to come. In a month, she would be back home in Vermilion, having seen more of her realm over the past several weeks than she had in her entire life.
She caught a commotion in the crowd out of the corner of her eye, and turned just in time to see a kirin mare shove her way to the front of the crowd and her horn light up. Before anykirin could react, she pulled a revolver from the inside of her coat and fired all six shots directly at the palanquin. Rain Shine felt something slice across her shoulder and some invisible force kick her in the back as the palanquin toppled over, her servants carrying it dropping it in shock and fear, their Matriarch falling into the dirt as screams of terror rang out throughout the crowd. Groaning, Rain Shine lifted herself up from the dirt, looking to her left just in time to see the would-be assassin end up skewered on the spear of one of her guards.
"Matriarch! Concord's flames, you're hurt!" Her servants and guards swarmed around her, quickly righting the palanquin and all but dumping her into it as her procession beat a hasty retreat from the town. The awed worshippers that had lined the streets were gone, and Persimmon found itself suffocating in eerie stillness, save for the distant wails that somekirin had killed the Matriarch. One of Rain Shine's servants tore up their own robes to bandage the Matriarch, and Rain Shine realized she'd been shot. One shot had barely grazed by her shoulder, missing her head only for the angle she had held her neck at when the assassin fired, and another had smashed into the armor on her back, breaking loose two of the scales and leaving bloody sores in their place. The injuries hurt, but the symbolism was far more painful to her. She was supposed to embody Concord's divinity in the mortal realm. And some kirin had tried to kill her. While scales would grow back and cuts would heal, she had been attacked, assaulted, and wounded. Those injuries would never go away; they had shattered her reputation and legitimacy as Concord's divine avatar on earth.
Forlorn, Rain Shine ordered the procession to take her back to Vermilion. It was too dangerous to continue with the tour. Who knew how many other assassins were lying in wait in the west, ready to strike down the Matriarch if given the chance?''
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I will be the force that drives Kiria into a new age, come what may.
Kiria is abandoning its Matriarch and turning its back on Concord.
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The Growing Strength of the Rising Fire
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Rising Sun trotted the streets of Chrysanthemum, her birthplace and home. Fires still raged around her, the pink and blue flames of nirik fire still consuming the wooden buildings lining the street. Flakes of ash and hot cinders rained down around her, sizzling along her coat and leaving tiny scorch marks on her crimson robes. Chaos reigned, but she was serene.
The Rising Fire had made its move that morning. All throughout the west, organized militias of peasants, farmers, and oppressed workers rose up in unison to throw off the shackles of the east. Chrysanthemum's garrison had been ambushed all throughout the city and forced into a corner, and though they slaughtered countless hundreds of patriots and believers, they were overwhelmed and forced to flee or surrender. Though Verdant, the birthplace of The Rising Fire, remained under Vermilion's control, it wouldn't be held hostage for long. Soon, the growing strength of The Rising Fire would scorch its way east and seize Vermilion, and the corrupt and hedonistic mystics of The Way of Fire would be ousted from the country. Only Rising Sun could save Kiria, and save it she would.
A building behind her let out a gush of fire as it collapsed, momentarily silhouetting the mare in harsh pink light. She was the leader of The Rising Fire, and she was the leader of the movement that would save the poor and oppressed kirin of Kiria from the reformers in Vermilion and the enslavers of Fragrance. She would march to Vermilion, and the imperial city would soon fall beneath the unstoppable tide of patriotism and righteous fury. And then, once she had Matriarch Rain Shine under her control, it would all be over.
The fire dance had begun.
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[ROOT.GetKIR_civil_war_name] icon [ROOT.GetKIR_civil_war_name]
For the first time in centuries, kirin blood is being shed by kirin hooves all throughout the Realm. The Way of Fire was not strong enough to withstand the assault of modernisation on our way of life, and what once bound the kirin people together has shattered into pieces. Whether or not the Realm of Kiria and the kirin faith in Concord and its Matriarch can survive this civil war, even were Vermilion to prevail, remains to be seen.
The Rising Fire Militant icon The Rising Fire Militant
The Rising Fire, spurred to action by the failings of the Grand Gallop Onward, have organized into a militaristic faith. Rising Fire communes now act as command centers, launching fervent believers into the countryside to conduct raids against their enemies before melting away into the local population again. This has greatly boosted our war effort, even if we must put the advancements and new ideas of tomorrow on hold for now.
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The west has betrayed us!
We stand with Rising Sun!
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The North Declares Independence!
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Fickle Current watched from Fragrance's docks as the government officials from Vermilion were forced onto the steamer ship in its harbor, an assembled guard of NAKP kirin keeping a watchful eye on the captured officials. The northern coup had gone off without a hitch thanks to the organisation and resources of the returnees that formed the backbone of the NAKP. Overnight, the governors of the north met in Fragrance to declare the Emergency Council for the Protection of North Kiria in response to the secession of the Fraternal Republic in the west. Once the council was called, NAKP paramilitaries moved quickly to round up and arrest all the government officials throughout the north, quickly installing their own figures loyal to the party in their places. The coordinated strike had even managed to seize all the important infrastructure in the north: arms depots, railway stations, telegraph offices, and more. A few dozen kirin had been injured in the scuffle, but the takeover had been so well planned and operated so smoothly that nokirin had died. Which was good, because then it was easier to claim self-defence to the court in Vermilion and the outside world, and move closer to officially establishing the north's independence.
Truth be told, Fickle Current had been planning this move for a long time, well before the secession of the Fraternal Republic; it had just been a convenient excuse to organize the coup. And now, after issuing a radio statement the night before damning the Reform Bureau for degeneracy, corruption, and bringing the Realm to the brink of ruin, and promising that Fragrance and the NAKP would lead Kiria into a truly modern state, the north found its position slowly gaining strength and preparing to defend its independence. He would create a state for the diaspora returnees, one without the crippling decrees and hesitancy of the Vermilion court and the Reform Bureau, one that was willing to do whatever it took to bring the glories of capitalism to this long-forgotten realm. And maybe, once they were strong enough, they would be able to turn their focus to the rest of Kiria, and bring them into the future, kicking and screaming, whether they wanted to or not.
For now, though, time was his friend. And the more time he had to plan, the greater his chances were.
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Failed Industrialisation icon Failed Industrialisation
The 3½ Year Plan had tried to do too much, too quickly. The crushing pressures exerted by the attempt to transform Kiria into an industrialized nation had stretched and strained the Realm's kirin and resources, until the tension became too great and the tenuous chains of progress snapped. Kiria has imploded like a boiler pushed past its maximum working pressure, red-hot from the pressurised volatility it had failed to contain within, and whatever successor state emerges triumphant from the inferno shall forever bear the scars of the Silence's fiery climax.
[ROOT.GetKIR_civil_war_name] icon [ROOT.GetKIR_civil_war_name]
For the first time in centuries, kirin blood is being shed by kirin hooves all throughout the Realm. The Way of Fire was not strong enough to withstand the assault of modernisation on our way of life, and what once bound the kirin people together has shattered into pieces. Whether or not the Realm of Kiria and the kirin faith in Concord and its Matriarch can survive this civil war, even were Vermilion to prevail, remains to be seen.
The Order of the Iron Chrysanthemum icon The Order of the Iron Chrysanthemum
Failed Industrialisation icon Failed Industrialisation
The 3½ Year Plan had tried to do too much, too quickly. The crushing pressures exerted by the attempt to transform Kiria into an industrialized nation had stretched and strained the Realm's kirin and resources, until the tension became too great and the tenuous chains of progress snapped. Kiria has imploded like a boiler pushed past its maximum working pressure, red-hot from the pressurised volatility it had failed to contain within, and whatever successor state emerges triumphant from the inferno shall forever bear the scars of the Silence's fiery climax.
[ROOT.GetKIR_civil_war_name] icon [ROOT.GetKIR_civil_war_name]
For the first time in centuries, kirin blood is being shed by kirin hooves all throughout the Realm. The Way of Fire was not strong enough to withstand the assault of modernisation on our way of life, and what once bound the kirin people together has shattered into pieces. Whether or not the Realm of Kiria and the kirin faith in Concord and its Matriarch can survive this civil war, even were Vermilion to prevail, remains to be seen.
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I knew the diaspora could not be trusted!
Fickle Current will save Kiria from itself!
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The North Declares Independence!
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Fickle Current watched as the government officials from Vermilion were forced onto waiting trucks, an assembled guard of NAKP kirin keeping a watchful eye on the captured officials. After months of secret meetings, amassing resources, and training kirin the NAKP could trust, the northern coup had gone off without a hitch thanks to the careful collaboration between the NAKP in Fragrance and the Procurate of Rhapsody. At the NAKP's urging, and offered legitimacy by the Procurate's concerns over the acceptance of the Rising Fire heretics into the Plenum, kirin and local officials all throughout the Greater Providence region of the north ousted the government officials appointed by Vermilion in their towns and cities and proclaimed loyalty to the Kirian National Front for Patriotic Salvation, stating their belief that only the guidance and protection of Fragrance and Rhapsody could save the Realm from the complete and imminent collapse of the disastrous Grand Gallop Onward campaign. The proclamation was issued in conjunction with a coordinated strike to seize the north's infrastructure: arms depots, railway stations, telegraph offices, and more, and was executed brilliantly, with no kirin killed in the scuffle. Which was good, because then it was easier to claim self-defence to the court in Vermilion and the outside world, and move one step closer to guaranteeing and protecting Greater Providence's right to rule.
Now, after Current issued a radio statement the night before damning the Reform Bureau for degeneracy and corruption, bringing the Realm to the brink of ruin, and promising that Fragrance, Rhapsody, and the NAKP would lead Kiria into a truly modern state, the north found its position slowly gaining the strength it needed to defend itself. Fickle knew he would create a state for the diaspora returnees, one without the crippling decrees and hesitancy of the Vermilion court and the Reform Bureau, one that was willing to do whatever it took to bring the glories of capitalism and modernity to this long-forgotten realm. Once they were strong enough, they would be able to turn their focus to the rest of Kiria, marching south into Vermilion to drive out the mystics of the Way of Fire and the heretics of the Rising Fire and bring the Realm into the future, kicking and screaming, whether they wanted to or not.
For now, though, time was his friend, and he had made good use of what he had. Ever since Autumn Blaze had welcomed the Rising Fire into the Verdigris Rotunda months ago, he had carefully bided his time and organized affairs to Fragrance's advantage, waiting for this moment. Now, the hour of opportunity had arrived, and he knew he would not squander it.
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Failed Industrialisation icon Failed Industrialisation
The 3½ Year Plan had tried to do too much, too quickly. The crushing pressures exerted by the attempt to transform Kiria into an industrialized nation had stretched and strained the Realm's kirin and resources, until the tension became too great and the tenuous chains of progress snapped. Kiria has imploded like a boiler pushed past its maximum working pressure, red-hot from the pressurised volatility it had failed to contain within, and whatever successor state emerges triumphant from the inferno shall forever bear the scars of the Silence's fiery climax.
[ROOT.GetKIR_civil_war_name] icon [ROOT.GetKIR_civil_war_name]
For the first time in centuries, kirin blood is being shed by kirin hooves all throughout the Realm. The Way of Fire was not strong enough to withstand the assault of modernisation on our way of life, and what once bound the kirin people together has shattered into pieces. Whether or not the Realm of Kiria and the kirin faith in Concord and its Matriarch can survive this civil war, even were Vermilion to prevail, remains to be seen.
The Order of the Iron Chrysanthemum icon The Order of the Iron Chrysanthemum
Failed Industrialisation icon Failed Industrialisation
The 3½ Year Plan had tried to do too much, too quickly. The crushing pressures exerted by the attempt to transform Kiria into an industrialized nation had stretched and strained the Realm's kirin and resources, until the tension became too great and the tenuous chains of progress snapped. Kiria has imploded like a boiler pushed past its maximum working pressure, red-hot from the pressurised volatility it had failed to contain within, and whatever successor state emerges triumphant from the inferno shall forever bear the scars of the Silence's fiery climax.
[ROOT.GetKIR_civil_war_name] icon [ROOT.GetKIR_civil_war_name]
For the first time in centuries, kirin blood is being shed by kirin hooves all throughout the Realm. The Way of Fire was not strong enough to withstand the assault of modernisation on our way of life, and what once bound the kirin people together has shattered into pieces. Whether or not the Realm of Kiria and the kirin faith in Concord and its Matriarch can survive this civil war, even were Vermilion to prevail, remains to be seen.
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Fickle Current will save Kiria from itself!
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The Fire Dance
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For the first time in over five hundred years, Kiria is at war with itself.
The first shots of the war were fired outside of Chrysanthemum, where a Banner regiment from Vermilion approached the city and demanded the surrender of the rebel forces that had seized it, claiming that their actions were backed by a divine mandate from Matriarch Superior Rain Shine. The Rising Fire forces stationed within the city, however, claimed that Rain Shine was being held against her will by the radical reformers in Vermilion, and that it was The Rising Fire that fought in hers and Concord's names, not the banners of Vermilion, and any true believers in the banner should defect and fight to free their Matriarch. It was at that point that field guns stationed on the banks of the Great Mellifluve opened fire on the banner regiment, killing scores instantly and scattering the soldiers as they fled for cover.
Immediately, both sides blamed the other for being at fault. In Vermilion, Premier Autumn Blaze declared, with tears brimming her eyelashes, that The Rising Fire and all who professed its beliefs were rebels and traitors to The Realm of Kiria and Matriarch Superior Rain Shine, and demanded their surrender and peaceful reintegration for the good of the Realm. Priestess Rising Sun, however, proclaimed that the Republic of Kiria was now at war with the Realm of Kiria to rescue the Matriarch from her corrupted and heretical captors in Vermilion, and called upon all kirin of the land to join The Rising Fire and save Concord's chosen avatar from the radical reformers who brought pain and ruin to Kiria. Kirin from both sides have now answered the call to arms, and divisions of hastily assembled troops are moving toward the west branch of the Great Mellifluve, with both sides ready to fight in the name of their Matriarch in Vermilion.
Both sides are determined to fight to the bitter end. Only time will tell how many kirin will die as The Way of Fire, which once unified the kirin species and ended the era of warlords, has failed in a way nokirin could ever have predicted.
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For Concord, the Matriarch, and Kiria!
For Concord, the Matriarch, and Kiria!
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The revolution of the downtrodden and oppressed commonkirin of the Realm – or, in Vermilion's eyes, the unlawful secession of the Western Territories – under the leadership of the Rising Fire has resulted in widespread warfare and bloodshed on an unprecedented scale. The past few weeks have seen frenzied and frantic combat up and down the western tributaries of the Great Mellifluve, as hastily organised Vermilion-loyal bannerkirin militias attempt to hold dozens of river crossings spanning the length of the Realm against the peasant armies that have rallied to First Priestess Rising Sun's cause.
As the chaos of the war's first weeks subside, both sides consolidate their forces and dig in at their current positions. Vermilion, left reeling by the revolutionary onslaught, must take the time to recover, while the Republic's eager but overextended soldiers regroup to continue their advance eastwards.
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A short rest before the final push!
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The NAKP's launch of its Southern Expedition against Autumn Blaze's government – and the Rising Fire – has dealt a grave blow to the loyalist regime. Greater Providence – proud, aloof, and defiant – will no longer suffer the (so-called) injustices wrought by the central government, and has resolved to stake not only their own path, but a claim to rulership over all of Kiria.
Over the past weeks, the Party's fresh and well-equipped forces have marched southwards, fighting against, and in many places, besting, the meager and disorganized loyalist forces.
As the momentum of the NAKP's offensive falters, and as the Triumvirs rally their followers to take up arms in defence of Realm, Dynasty, and harmony, the amorphous front lines begin to solidify and stabilize. Both sides are consolidating their forces, and dig in at their current positions.
The Triumvirate in Vermilion, left reeling by the northern onslaught, must take the time to recover, while the NAKP's eager but overextended soldiers regroup to continue their long march to the westernmost reaches of Kiria.
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Her Radiance's Command
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"If I did not greatly cherish and honor the loyalty that the Thousand Banners have shown to myself and my predecessors these long centuries," Matriarch Rain Shine began, "then there would be no need to reform them so that they could continue to faithfully serve the Realm in these changing times. The New Standard Army is not a replacement of the Banners, nor is it a slight against their valiance - it is simply the acknowledgement that war is changing, and even our finest warriors must change with it."
To ensure the loyalty of the bannerkirin, Matriarch Superior Rain Shine herself was delivering the proclamation of the reorganization of the armed forces into the Vermilion and Kirian Army. The Thousand Banners of Vermilion - many of whom were arrayed before her - are perhaps the most venerable institution in Kiria apart from the priesthood of the Way of Fire and the Matriarchate itself. From time immemorial, bannerkirin defended the Realm on all frontiers, from all threats, whether by land or sea. Be their enemies Zaikirian or Zeblu, raiders from Roam or colonists from furthest Feathisia - the Banners have ever held their own.
But a new Kiria in a new century needs a new army, one modern, flexible, rational, and efficient. Under this new model, the old Banners will be substantially reformed in their command structure, composition, and recruitment model, but will keep their heritage intact. These new reorganized Banners will form the core of the New Standard Army, around which more specialized and modern formations will be arranged.
"To all those who have taken up arms, and lain down their lives, for Realm, Matriarch, and Constitution - know that the Vermilion and Kirian Army will honor its past as much as it looks to the future. And forever above Vermilion, your sacred Banners will fly." Rain could not help but feel that Autumn Blaze ought to have been the one delivering this speech. But when the potential for disgruntling the Realm's military was at stake, it was perhaps best to bring the most unimpeachable voice available.
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There was no sign of dissent, only a rousing cry, "For the Matriarch!"
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The Wind At Our Backs
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"Kirian artifice is not merely our catching-up with the world after the long pause of the Silence and the Quiesence," Matriarch Rain Shine said, standing on a dockside in Fragrance, "but also our chance to demonstrate the unique potential of Kiria's people and their magic." Behind her was a ship unlike any seen. Steel-hulled and armored, with powerful turrets and torpedo tubes - and sails. Painted in rich reds and midnight blacks, the vessel's three sails fluttered in the gentle breeze of the harbor, creating an enormous profile that some critics were already lambasting. But mere harbor breezes were not where this ship drew its power or its cunning.
"The Atmospheric Displacement Propulsion Engine is just one of many examples of what we kirin can do when we set our talents to progress. Powered by this new technology, the Vermilion and Kirian Navy will have a ship that can sail faster and further than anything of its size, ensuring we can secure the waters of Zebrica from pirates and hostile powers alike." Rain Shine smiled as a naval cadet stepped up to the lecturn she was speaking on and offered her a bottle of fine rice wine, which she graciously accepted.
"It is therefore my honor as Matriarch to hearken in a new era of Kirian progress, by christening this first ship of her class as Her Radiance's Ship Temerious Gale!" Levitated by the Matriarch's magic, the bottle of wine duly shattered and the crowd cheered.
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Another marvel of science and magic! But how does it work?
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The Army Has A Past And A Future
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Autumn Blaze arrived at the bustling estate of the Banner of the Scented Moonflower early in the morning - General Firethorn had other appointments in the afternoon. Within a few minutes of arriving, she was escorted by nothing less than an honor guard to Firethorn's office, where she found tea already waiting. Once the pleasantries were out of the way, she got directly to business. No use wasting time with military mares.
"You are probably the most famous bannermare in the Realm," Autumn began, and Firethorn immediately snorted.
"Zenith Bloom is the most famous bannermare in the Realm," she said, and Autumn could only grimace.
"I can't trust Zenith Bloom," she said, "but I know I can trust you. You've held the Scented Moonflower high through everything, you're everything the Banners were ever meant to stand for. Which is why I need your help making sure that their legacy never dies. A lot of kirin are worried about what the new military reforms mean for the Banners. I want you to be at the head of it, to prove that we're not throwing their legacy away, we're carrying it forward. You're a shoe-in to be approved and confirmed - so, if you accept it, I'm prepared to appoint you as the new Generalissimo of the Vermilion and Kirian Army. There's even a very nice uniform in it for you!"
Autumn's magic opened her saddlebags and levitated out a neatly-folded military uniform in the Equestrian style, though it also had silk embroidery in fiery patterns that gave it an obviously kirin flair. Firethorn was silent for a few moments.
"I would be honored, Premier - so long as I also retain the Matriarch-Commandery of the Scented Moonflower. These kirin are my kin. I couldn't leave them behind."
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Autumn simply smiled. "Your Banner is yours until the end of time."
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Industry, In Full Bloom
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Ardent Bloom finished reading through the stack of papers on his desk, his sneer having grown increasingly pronounced as he had taken each page in. The weary government under-minister sitting across from him had, in turn, become increasingly uncomfortable. After finishing the last page, Bloom sighed, and rolled his eyes. "So, I'm being made the scapegoat for anything that goes wrong with Kiria's industrialization." he declared, and the minister found himself stumbling over his words.
"You're being made chairkirin of the Steering Committee of the most powerful state corporation in Zebrica, you're being given funding, a workforce, your own research institute, your own security forces-"
Bloom snorted. "Everything except for a free hoof. I mean, honestly. You could have been a little bit more imaginative than binding a central planning commission to 5-year plans?"
Bloom turned around in his chair, looking out the window over Fragrance's increasingly high-rising cityscape. "Don't get me wrong, I'll take the job. Kiria could do with some competent economic direction. But the Morning Secretariat has already bundled up this little 'commission' with all the red tape they could spare. I'll have my work cut out for me. And like I said. When something goes wrong, it'll be my head, not the Secretariat's."
He snorted, and waved a hoof, dismissively. "You can go. Tell the Premier or whoever decided to appoint me that I'm glad to see that a businesskirin is being put in charge of the business of business, for a change."
The minister found himself escorted out of his office as quickly as he had been invited in.
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"And who knows? We might get lucky and something might get done."
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Make A Little Room
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Autumn Blaze tried to avoid meetings of the Realm Development Planning Commission, mostly because it tended to involve a lot of minutiae that went well over her head. But today, she'd been pulled into a meeting with Chairkirin Ardent Bloom.
"Let me get this straight," Autumn said, looking confused. "The very first five-year development plan is about to go off the rails because you can't find enough land? But Kiria is huge! Just... use some land we're not using!"
Ardent sighed, and shook his head. "It isn't that easy, Premier. We need quite a lot of land, and it has to be in the right places, to build transportation networks, factories, worker residences, mines... you get the picture. Some of the other commissioners are joking about invading the neighbors just so we'll have room for all the warehouses this plan is going to need."
Autumn gasped. "That's a horrible thing to joke about!" Ardent shrugged, and turned back to his binder full of reports.
"Maybe it is, but if we're not doing that, then the Commission needs you to convince the Secretariat to let us clean house here within our own borders. Kiria's huge, like you said. But most of it is held in communal title, or it's privately-owned but vacant and abandoned, or it's legally property of the Dynasty or some temple even if it hasn't been touched in five hundred years, or it's a nearly-abandoned urban district that never recovered from the Silence. You get the idea. Get us permission to repossess land like that, and we'll have a humming Kirian economy in no time."
Autumn paused, and looked down, groaning. "That also sounds pretty horrible, you know. You make it sound easy, but lots of kirin live on those lands."
Again, Ardent shrugged. "You asked me to build you an industrial base. I'm quoting you the pricetag. Simple as."
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"The Secretariat isn't going to put a few squatters ahead of the future of Kiria, is it?"
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Farewell to the Commons
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None suffer the consequences of national decisions more than the most minute and disconnected citizens.
A crowd of peasants had assembled on the piece of communal farmland - in the eyes of the law and state planners, derelict land unlawfully occupied by squatters, and at any rate not exempt from the exercise of the government's powers of eminent domain - slated to be 're-developed' by decree of the Realm Development Planning Commission. No doubt such a scene was being repeated across the Kirian countryside, but the scuffling and shoving between the protestors and the police had it quickly ramping up to be the most volatile.
An attempt by a squad of officers to subdue a particuarly belligerent squatter instead saw them being surrounded and beaten by the other peasant protesters, who in turn were kettled by additional officers coming to the aid of their colleagues.
As canes and rattan shields were distributed to the police to enable them to disperse the increasingly rowdy crowd with force, the enraged peasants responded by pelting the police ranks with rocks and bricks. The protest soon turned into a village-wide riot, with conflagrations sparked by a myriad of nirik transformation causing severe damage to state and private property alike.
The unrest was only subdued with the arrival of several fire engines from a nearby town, with the police and firekirin turning their firehoses on burning buildings, angry nirik, and rioting villagers alike.
A Commission foremare was killed in the fighting by a rock to the head. Sixteen arrests were made. For a few nights afterwards, police patrolled the village lanes and outskirts, watched sullenly from doorways and windows by bruised and battered villagers, while the Commission's bulldozers moved in to level the farmland.
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The old must make way for the new.
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Protests in [KIR_STATE_DIET_SUSPENDED_PROTESTS_TARGET.GetName]!
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Protests and civil unrest have erupted in the province of [KIR_STATE_DIET_SUSPENDED_PROTESTS_TARGET.GetName] over delays in the certification of recent provincial election results. As a result of the delay, the ruling party-elect in [KIR_STATE_DIET_SUSPENDED_PROTESTS_TARGET.GetName] is barred from legally assume power in the Provincial Diet. Further discontent has arisen over Vermilion's lack of action in issuing the Matriarchal decree formally recognising the ruling party-elect as the democratically-elected ruling party of the [KIR_STATE_DIET_SUSPENDED_PROTESTS_TARGET.GetName] Provincial Diet, which is a constitutional formality required to officially appoint the ruling party-elect to power.
These delays on the part of the central government have resulted in the de-facto suspension of the Provincial Diet. The lack of a Provincial Ruling Party means that local democracy has been suspended, and governance has been left in the hooves of a caretaker administration - contraventions of Kirian democracy and constitutionality that are deeply felt by the kirin of [KIR_STATE_DIET_SUSPENDED_PROTESTS_TARGET.GetName].
We need to appoint a Provincial Ruling Party in [KIR_STATE_DIET_SUSPENDED_PROTESTS_TARGET.GetName] as soon as possible, for the preservation and continuation of local democracy is essential to our constitutional system.
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Get [KIR_STATE_DIET_SUSPENDED_PROTESTS_TARGET.GetCapitalVictoryPointName] on the phone, now!
Choose a Provincial Ruling Party for [KIR_STATE_DIET_SUSPENDED_PROTESTS_TARGET.GetName] to remove the effects from Suspended Provincial Diet.
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Excess Rural Labor
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Wealth does not always bring prosperity.
Across Kiria, the industrial boom unleashed by the Grand Gallop Onward and the Realm's continued economic expansion has led to an almost unceasing tide of rural peasants leaving their lands and seeking higher-paying factory work in the cities. With agricultural mechanization well underway at the same time, the Realm's food production is not threatened, but these rural kirin often fail to realize the truly precarious situation they are thrusting themselves into by seeking wage employment.
With no land to live on, or farm, Kiria's ballooning urban underclasses live a hoof-to-mouth existence, spending almost all of their meager daily wages to pay for a few bowls of white rice and a shantytown roof to sleep under. Unprepared to recieve this enormous influx of rural residents, the city governments have no choice but to allow vast slum districts to spring up around their cores - the only alternative is to make these kirin homeless.
With more hopefuls arriving every day and keeping wages at rock-bottom, the situation will only get worse if something is not done.
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It Is Said History Rhymes
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The poor farmers were promised a future gilt with the blessings of modernity, and they find themselves more tired, more hungry, and more anxious than they ever were under the Silence.
Each day, the slums surrounding the Realm's industrial powerhouses swell with trainloads and caravans of migrants - the excess rural labor force made redundant by the increasing efficiency of Kiria's agriculture. And each day, the cracks in the foundation of the new, modern Kiria widen as these farmers find nothing but a crowded, filthy, impoverished life of dangerous factory work in the cities - for those who remain healthy enough to work.
What began as a few isolated incidents of frustrated kirin going nirik in the slums - a crime usually euphemised as simply 'arson' - has swollen into a dangerous epidemic and a pattern of behavior that threatens the Realm. Hungry kirin, malcontent and radicalized, pin their anger onto many things - foreigners, the upper class, the Premier - and their rage simmers and smolders until something sets them off.
The Realm's police and fire departments are beginning to buckle under the strain. Sooner or later, if nothing is done, something will break, and then it will burn.
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The Maritime Mayoralties Act
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Hyacinth, Sycee, Jubilee, Jasmine, and Teak were far from the biggest cities in Kiria. They occupied a strange second-rate between the Eight Great Cities and the vast ocean of smaller towns and villages that made up the rest of the country. Big enough to deserve some influence, and small enough that they never actually seemed to get any. In the past few weeks, several delegates from these cities - referring to themselves as the Five Ports - had begun to stir up trouble with some procedural chicanery in the Morning Secretariat and the National Plenum, demanding to be respected. Autumn Blaze had called them to her office to resolve the matter.
"We want to be taken seriously, Premier," the delegate from Hyacinth said, with four comrades crowded on the other side of Autumn's desk around her. "All the money, attention, and political capital gets sloshed around the big cities, but most kirin in the realm live in or near a towns like ours. And for several million kirin across the country, our ports are the easiest access to international markets for their goods, but all of the shipping regulations and infrastructure grants seem to be written as if Fragrance, Radiance, and Verdant are the only places a kirin is allowed to put a boat in water."
Blaze frowned. "I understand your concern. I'm just not sure what you want me to do to help you. Do you have a specific plan?"
The delegate from Jasmine slid a packet of papers across the desk. "We want your help putting this in front of the Secretariat and the Plenum. It's a bill to create new Maritime Mayoralties that'll give our cities more local authority and help us serve the interests of the millions of kirin living in our hinterlands, too."
Blaze skimmed the front page of the paper, and gulped.
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"Five new Mayoralties... I'll, uh, certainly see what I can do..."
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The Party Of Radical Harmony
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The Realm and Harmony Party enjoys a dominance over the political spheres of Kiria that no other party can rival, buoyed by the importance of harmonic principles in ending the Silence and implementing rapid political modernization. Truly, Autumn Blaze and her allies have much to be proud of. But within a party so immense, and with such far-flung constituencies, competing wings are inevitable.
The civil agreement-to-disagree between the harmonic-theocratic Concord caucus and the moderate-harmonic Constitution caucus is nothing new, and the party has managed to accomodate a wide range of opinions on the relative importance of the secular state and constitutional matriarchism without much tension. However, a third group has recently split off from the most liberal elements of the Constitution caucus, calling itself the Radical caucus.
The RaHP Radicals are headed by a group of firebrand delegates in the Secretariat and Plenum who call for expansive personal liberties, free markets, and the elevation of democracy over Kiria's remaining religious institutions. The most radical among them openly call for the abolishment of the state's role in religion altogether, and advocate a Matriarchless republic! Their growing influence in primary elections for the provincial diets and the Mayoralties speaks to an untapped wellspring of liberal-secular energy in the Kirian electorate. Their increasing success in the northern and coastal regions, especially among members of Fickle Current's diaspora has even led to the formation of an alliance between the Radical caucus and the conservative-liberal Snow Clique within the NAKP. In turn, the RaHP's traditionally warm relationship with the Serene Tendency has cooled as the Radicals advocate curtailing the religious authorities further.
Time only will tell where these Radicals will eventually find themselves within the Secretariat's balance of power.
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More parties in the Secretariat makes the Secretariat more of a party!
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A Kirian Flag In Southerly Seas
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The expanding influence of the Kirian state has spread to the seas south of Zaikiria, and now junks from Verdant and steamers from Fragrance are a common sight throughout the Zebrides. As such, the Realm has committed to a concerted investment in the archipelago's infrastructure and ports - 'the keys that will unlock the riches of the South Sea', as one newspaper put it. The Realm's good relations with the [1158.owner.GetName] government makes the proposal even more attractive. They would get local jobs, foreign capital, and a steady stream of Kirian sailors spending their pay onshore, as well as the security of Kirian anti-piracy operations in their waters.
Already, a fully-fledged policy whitepaper has found its way to Autumn Blaze's desk, detailing the benefits of a potential shared anchorage in [1158.GetCapitalVictoryPointName] that the authors are calling the "Azure Tide Joint Naval Installation."
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We're keeping the sea-lanes safe.
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The Blessings Of Humility
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The Way of Fire is perhaps most famed for its ritual and splendour, temples wreathed in incense and mystics clothed in silk. But recently, a new order has been spotted in Vermilion, and temples in cities around the country are taking to their model. They eschew the rich embroidered silks of their rightful stations in the hierarchy and instead don simple initiates' robes of burlap and jute, and travel into Kiria's increasingly vast slums to provide alms for the urban poor. They bring carts loaded with rice, bread, and fish to give away, they assist however they can in clinics and hospitals, they care for and teach the children of working parents who would otherwise soon be caught up in the grim underbelly of the slums.
The rural poor have their fields, and if nothing else, the nation's forests to feed and clothe themselves from. The growing class of urban poor, crowded into unsanitary and unsafe slums, have nothing but what the day's wages can buy. Under the Silence, all kirin were poor but usually well-fed and content. Now the noveau riche's parties spill onto the streets in the richest districts while foals go hungry in the slums, and the government has proven so far unable to do much but promise things will improve. Already there is discontent at the living conditions of the working poor - and the specter of riots like those that forced the establishment of the Silence weighs heavily on the country.
The Way of Fire, however, and its pious believers, are ever bound to the will of Concord - and Concord does not will her children should suffer. And so the new Benevolent Associations continue to grow, pooling donations above and beyond the usual tithes to fund the actions of a small army of pious volunteers. For now, their compassion is the Realm's best defense against revolution.
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If not for the charity of the kirin people, our Gallop would have stumbled.
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The Tide Will Rise, By Decree
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Strangely, after the Realm and Harmony Party's presentation to the Secretariat, not even the furthest right-wing parties had had much to say in opposition to the proposed Urban Reform And Assistance Act. What could they have said, when slide after slide, exhibit after exhibit, showed the abject poverty of the working class in the cities? The private charity workers who had documented these miseries testified for hours that even their best efforts were only blunting the impact of the Realm's increasing poverty.
Only the staunchest of partisans could look at images of hungry kirin crowded around soup kitchens and remain heartless - and even they recognized that starving, discontent urban masses are the allies of their Marksist rivals. In the end, the squabbling was over the precise details, not the spirit of the new law.
In Fragrance, the traders and the executives balked at their new tax bills, and there was much bluster about cancelling government contracts that never amounted to anything. In cities across the country, the government had to scramble to acquire warehouses and office buildings to adminster and deliver the new promises of aid to the urban poor. In the countryside, the farmers were more than happy to oblige the desperate government kirin willing to pay top-tael to buy up grain.
In the slums, however, as the new government measures kicked in, there was mostly just peace. Cheap bread and rice, sold at a steep loss, flooded the cities and filled hungry bellies. New schools kept children off of the unsafe streets. Within a few weeks, thousands of kirin were finding stable jobs building new homes to replace Kiria's sprawling shantytowns. It would take years to fully pull the slums out of poverty, but at least now, the government could not be accused of dragging its hooves.
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A strained treasury is better than a guilty conscience.
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Rural-Urban Migration
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When Brown Beurré had first moved to Fragrance from abroad, just after the Silence was lifted, her heart had gone out to the poor city kirin that she found there. Destitute, gutted by the Silence, they scratched a living out wherever they could and struggled to earn their daily rice. "At least the kirin in the country could feed themselves," she mused, bitterly, as she lowered the morning's typeset into her cantankerous little printing press. She had quite a scathing pamphlet to print today – and would need to take the press apart and hide it before she hit the streets to distribute.
In the past month, the Plenum's latest decrees about agrarian consolidation had taken a hard toll on Fragrance. Every day, caravans of poor farmers whose land had been bought out by the state wandered into Fragrance, having been promised jobs, homes, and all the amenities of a modern city. What they found was an increasingly overcrowded and dirty slum still struggling to recover, the same as everywhere else. Brown Beurré had interviewed kirin across the city in the past week, and the verdict was clear. Perhaps modernizing the countryside was important – but Fragrance was buckling under the strain of its new arrivals.
Outside her window, she could hear an argument about some merchant's outrageous prices. Rents were rising, and the cost of food was not far behind.
Her article was an open, anonymous letter to the NAKP and to Mayor Cherry Blossom, demanding that they take immediate action to feed, clothe, and house the masses streaming into the city. If measures were not announced, her letter called for a protest blocking the city's wharves for an afternoon. With how busy the reopened port was getting, even just an afternoon's disruption would surely get the attention Fragrance's masses sorely needed.
Whether anykirin would actually show up... well. She had to be hopeful that the city's unfortunates would be willing to stand up for themselves.
The shouts outside Beurré's window grew louder, and she could hear a mother pleading that she had fillies to feed. The sound of the press whirring to life drowned her out.
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They are emptying the countryside faster than the cities can handle.
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Amending the Party Charter
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"We are in a position where we're expected to play by the rules of the system we agreed to three and a half years ago." Cypress Snow looked to the other board members. The discussions around the NAKP's party charter had been ongoing for a good while, and as seemingly always was the case, he found himself at odds with Ardent Bloom. "I know that some of us find the Constitution stifling, but its principles are sound and offer stability. Going ahead, there is little sense in maintaining our military assets. They are a drain on our finances, and we have plenty of market opportunities without resorting to aggressive expansion. Disbanding them, disavowing aggressive expansionism and focusing on soft power efforts is completely in line with the current mode of the government, and will net us goodwill aplenty."
"While I am in agreement that we should bring our charter in line with the constitution, it is not, will never be, and cannot be controversial to protect one's property." Dr. Ardent Bloom interjected. "Hamstringing our ability to protect our assets to make a show of enthusiastic compliance is a mistake. I am in favour of ceasing proactive expansionism, that much we can trade away, but our mandate is Kirian economic interests. If we hope to fulfil that, we have to ensure that we can protect our interests. There is nothing about recent global events that indicates that corporate pacifism will be the most efficient choice."
"There is no discussion of pacifism here, we are talking about aggression, not security. If a situation has proven untenable enough that proactive military force is needed, then we should be divesting, not deploying. This is not extreme, this is standard operating procedure for companies across the world. Furthermore, the assets we free up will be available for other more peaceful ventures. Do we wish to invest in the future, or cling to an old money pit?" The looks from the other boardmembers turned more and more open to the idea, and Cypress Snow smiled.
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Our highest goal is Kirian peace and prosperity.
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The Riches of the Far South
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With the NAKP having sold off much of its military assets, it has found itself flush with cash and chosen to invest in foreign trade. In the pre-Silence era, Kiria's grasp on the southern trade routs was near total, and the NAKP's newest subsidiary - the South Sea Venture Company - has been tasked with restoring some of these old routes.
Seeking to tap into the riches of the Zebrican Far South, the SSVC has begun to build a series of trade ports along the coastline. These free trade ports are setting up connections - careful such - with the local tribes. The tribes of [DEL.GetNameDef] especially are infamously hostile to outsiders, in no small part thanks to the legends of the great Golden City hidden deep in their jungles and the adventures this has attracted.
Yet for now the outposts have remained untouched, and the tribes are slowly making contact with the ports where everything they could ever dream of is available at a reasonable price. Not just goods either, but technology and training. Long term, the tribes open to trade will be offered contracts to develop their regions economically, which in turn will offer them unmatched prosperity and access to lucrative markets in Kiria and beyond.
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Don't worry, it is all peaceful.
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Boomtimes in the South
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Times are good for the South Sea Venture Company. After their initial hesitation, the tribes have discovered a hunger for modern goods, and several tribes in the region have established closer bonds with the company. Firearms in particular have been of great interest, and the tribes are willing to let large tracts of land to the SSVC in exchange for them. This land is now being used to plant the first rubber plantations in the region, with the natives able to buy goods at reduced rates in exchange for their labours there.
To capitalise on the boomtimes, the SSVC is planning the construction of outposts up the rivers in order to reach more tribes. Riverboats are being brought in to take an expedition up the rivers to convince the inland tribes to let the SSVC establish itself, and the company is currently courting investors.
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It's quite the opportunity!
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The Heart of the Jungle
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"Matriarch Superior, Premier Autumn Blaze, members of the Morning Secretariat. It is my pleasure to report that our endeavours in the Far South have started to bear fruit. With the increased security, we have managed to crack down on banditry and stabilise the coastal regions. Our construction efforts are proceeding on schedule, and every day we are offloading more materiel and staff. The South Sea Venture Company is at the moment preparing an expedition towards the Golden City along with our local allies in order to stabilise the region more permanently."
"Forgive my interruption," Fern Flare spoke up. "But as far as I know, the kind of expedition that you are speaking of has been attempted repeatedly, with few if any successes. The griffons attempted it a century or so ago. It ended in the complete destruction of the expedition and became enough of a fiasco that they refused to enter the jungles again. Are we planning to add ourselves to that list?"
"Technology has advanced since then, and that expedition you speak of was ostensibly destroyed by some magical monster in the jungles. The griffons are infamously arrogant, and having to admit that they were defeated by tribeszebras with spears and bows was not acceptable to them. Thus, they conjured up stories of giant monsters to save face. As for other expeditions, they were mostly private ventures with a fraction of the resources we will be deploying here. In fact, to those who are interested, the SSVC is courting additional investors at this time. Those who worry about the expedition's safety are more than welcome to invest in it to improve their chances. To those who don't doubt the SSVC's ability to properly prepare for what awaits, we are expecting great returns on these efforts."
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"We remind the honorable co-chairkirin not to hawk company shares in Secretariat."
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Down the Artery of the Interior
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The lone riverboat that steamed downriver was in a miserable state, struggling to stay afloat even as its crew - what few of them still remained - did all they could to keep it going. The jungle seemed to reach out for them, the cacophony of birds and insects and animals gone to leave only the weak coughing of their engine and - far behind them - the sound of horns.
"Come on, come on, come on," the mechanic coaxed the engine frantically. "Come on sweetie, you can do it, don't die on me now, please!" Her voice broke as she looked out of the engine room towards the back of the ship where two guards hunched behind the boat's armored gunwale. They were both clutching their rifles with shaking hooves, occasionally peeking out from behind it. "Is it still after us!?"
"I don't know, I don't know!" They had been so brave at first. Not now though. Now nokirin was brave. "I think the horns are coming closer though. Can't this thing go faster?!"
"I'm doing the best I can! There's hardly anything of the engine left!"
"Well if you don't-" Whatever he was going to say died in his throat, courtesy of the spear that burst through it, pinning his body down to the deck. The other guard squealed in fear, raising his rifle and firing it towards the tree from which it had come. Crack after crack ripped through the air, only to them be drowned out by the ear-splitting, roaring crash of thunder as the wind picked up from behind the boat. From breeze to gust to gale it rose as a fog poured out among the trees.
"Oh Concord..." Far behind them, where the river vanished into the jungles, two burning eyes appeared in the thick fog, eyes that rapidly approached as the wind rose to a fever pitch. "No, no, no no no!" Their screams were drowned out by another roar as the fog crashed over them.
The last thing they heard was the thunder, the last thing they saw was the lightning, and two days later the charred husk that once was the boat came drifting out of the jungle.
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Woe betide those who try to reach the heart of the jungle.
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The Kirin's Burden
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"Matriarch Superior, Premier Autumn Blaze, members of the Morning Secretariat," Cypress Snow addressed the chamber. "It is with regret that I stand here before you today. As you know, the situation in the Far South has turned dire. Our outposts are under attack from local tribes. These are no mere raids either, but full sieges by an aggressor determined to drive us into the sea. In our efforts to bring the NAKP in line with the Kirian Constitution, we have disbanded most of our military assets. Consequently, we are as of now unable to protect these outposts, and I must request that the Kirian Army intervene to protect these outposts and bring the hostilities to an end."
"As much as we sympathise with your plight, these outposts are in foreign land, are they not?" Fern Flare asked. "An intervention like what you are requesting would constitute an invasion of a land that has stated clearly it does not desire your presence. I would understand if you asked for aid in evacuating the region, but aggression of the kind you are proposing would be unprecedented."
"When Kiria came out of the Silence, it was forced to advance quickly, and there is not one kirin present who cannot testify to how hard this time was." Cypress Snow looked out across the chamber. "Yet we persevered, and we stand as a great modernising power in Zebrica. For these tribes who have lived trapped in the past for centuries, who should give them the tools of modernity if not us? We know the challenges that it offers better than anykirin else, and what greater purpose can Kiria have than to take on this burden of elevating these tribes abandoned by time and craving our instruction? Should we instead abandon them to be dragged back into barbarism by their mistrustful kin? Or should we let the world know that Kiria is a tutor that does not abandon its students?"
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The Morning Secretariat votes against intervention.
The Morning Secretariat votes for intervention.
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Venture's End
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Autumn Blaze stared down at the report that had come in on the evacuation of the SSVC's holdings. Thankfully, the larger majority of the kirin had been evacuated, and the half-finished constructions sites and harbours had been left as spoils of war for the natives. The SSVC was in financial ruin, and the NAKP was left with a mountain of debts after this entire fiasco. The politician in her knew that at least this would at least weaken them politically, and the next time they started going on about these kinds of ventures, kirin would remember the slaughter in the south. A decent enough political gain... for how many lives?
She wondered what it all had been to the natives, what the kirin arriving on their shores had seemed like. Had they seemed like foreign demons who brought pain and death to their homeland, who trampled their sacred places and sought to subjugate them? Like the griffons a century ago, so had the kirin trespassed on their homeland, and so the natives had beaten them back. And what of that supposed guardian of the sacred city? Had there been any truth to it, or was it just an excuse for supposed 'civilised' creatures to explain away the fury with which those they deemed 'lesser' protected their homeland?
She didn't know, all she knew that this entire affair had been humiliating and disgraceful in equal measure, and that she would resign before she let Kiria embark on another venture like this.
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A pitiable waste.
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The Far South Expeditionary Force
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With a slim majority, the Morning Secretariat voted for intervention, and now Kiria's armed forces was being scrambled to intervene in the Far South. Time is of the essence, and Autumn Blaze looked down at the two dossiers given to her. Two different plans had been put forth, the question was what should be done.
General Hyssop Garnet had proposed a full scale intervention. Battle lines were fluid in the jungle, and the tribes knew the latter inside out. In response, General Garnet suggested that Kiria leveraged its full force to shock the tribes into surrendering. Heavy artillery, mechanised assets and air power would all be deployed to ensure that the tribals would be faced with an overwhelming force, far beyond what they could hope to defeat. Faced with full understanding of the dragon they had awoken, the tribes would realize that their only option was surrendering. This would make the war bloody, but short.
In contrast, General Coral River argued for a more limited intervention where the goal was not to cow the tribes into submission, but to tire them out and reach accord with their local leaders. Having studied the zebra tribes of the Far South, General River posited that each tribe should be understood as a nation unto itself, and therefore the goal had to be to placate or pacify them one after one to dissolve their coalition. It would be a drawn out intervention, one that would place restrictions on our armed forces, but General River was confident it would be best way to avoid a bloodbath.
Autumn Blaze stared down at the dossiers, wondering how it had gone so horribly wrong that this was Kiria's first great foreign venture. it sickened her, but she had no choice... or rather she did have a choice, one she had to make here and now, and that was what made her so queasy.
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General Garnet will be able to end the bloodshed fast.
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Re: Impending Rebellion in Secretariat
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To: Autumn Blaze
From: Fern Flare
Dear Autumn Blaze,
The situation in the Morning Secretariat is increasingly untenable. Sources tell me that a cross-caucus alliance led by KA, along with the Progress Bloc and rebels from the RaHP, will very soon table a motion to impose further restrictions on the Realm's intervention in the Far South.
Their proposal will place a time limit on our operations and that opposition will only mount as time passes. Pine Fire tells me that that increasing numbers of our own delegates will revolt against party discipline the longer we are bogged down in the Far South. What we have left to fall back on are corporate interests and increasingly nebulous appeals to nationalism against nothing but natives that the public is increasingly in favour of.
We must, I emphasize, must, reach some sort of acceptable resolution to the Far South situation until the year is up, or we will be forced by the Secretariat to withdraw, regardless of whether the terms thereof are preferable or not.
Yours Truly,
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Delegate-Speaker Fern Flare MMS.
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The Far South Army Sector
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In order to address the current crisis in the Far South, Kiria's affairs in the region will be placed under the control of the Far South Army Sector. This new polity, headed by KIRFORS Supreme Commander General [KIRGetFSGeneralName], will hopefully help our military intervention efforts in the region and minimise the financial and logistical strain it has placed on our military. It will be given greater autonomy and make decisions about how to address the situations it finds itself without waiting for direct approval from Vermilion. Drastic though the measure of it seems to be the best way to ensure a swift end to the hostilities.
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An army with a state.
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Order for Safe Zones
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The native tribes are spread throughout the jungle, and where they normally would be limited in their cooperation, they are currently resisting across tribal lines. Vermilion demands a minimum of 'civilian' bloodshed, but a tribe left in place is a tribe that will serve as a supply hub for continued resistance among the warbands. To address this, the tribes will be gathered up into "Safe Zones" to ensure there is nokirin out there to resupply the warriors.
To ensure compliance with the rules of engagement, the occupants will be provided with adequate amenities and housing. There will be doctors on site to prevent disease outbreaks, and for their duration of the stay they will be given education and the opportunity to make a gainful living with the SSVC. The zones will be fortified and kept under constant guard for the occupants' safety, and a minimum of one hundred meters of one hundred meters of vegetation will be cleared between the outer fence and the jungle.
In order to ensure the success of the campaign, evacuation to the safe zones will be mandatory, and local commanders are expected to use their best judgement in ensuring there will be no supplies left for our opponents.
By order of KIRFORS Supreme Commander General Hyssop Garnet
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Order for Nation-Building
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Despite good progress, the native resistance continues unabated due to cultural/spiritual pressure from the local witch doctors that serve as the closest thing to central authority in these lands. If we are to secure the peninsula, we must break their hold on the populace hold and create a secular leadership for the region. To this end, the coastal tribes that served as our first contacts are to be empowered and equipped to be entrusted with the task of governance.
With the evacuation of the tribes to the previously established safe zones, we will be able to create new administrative provinces in the secured areas without the risk of dividing the region's demographics over provincial borders. Long term, we will be able to lay the foundation for a modern administration in these regions through the establishment of institutions such as courts, police stations and schools, whose staff will be trained in Kiria to ensure their ability to take on the task of creating an actual [DEL.GetAdjective] state. These provinces will serve as the founding states of a new [DEL.GetAdjective] Republic, founded on secular law and popular enfranchisement.
In order to ensure the founding of this new state goes smoothly the following measures will be taken:
* Expedited construction of necessary security and administrative infrastructure.
* The deployment of [DEL.GetAdjective] auxiliaries to low-risk areas to accustom their fellow natives to their presence.
* Surveying and distributing the land among the tribes to ensure equal distribution of resources.
* Violent activity in secured zones will henceforth be treated as banditry and dealt with as such within the framework of Kirian military law.
* The arrest and incarceration of witch doctors present in secured zones until the situation has stabilised.
By order of KIRFORS Supreme Commander General Hyssop Garnet
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Law, Order and Civilisation.
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[DEL.GetAdjective] Resistance Stiffens!
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The resistance of the [DEL.GetName] natives to our military intervention stiffens. Their attacks on KIRFORS outposts and trench lines grow bolder, more ferocious and more vicious. They attack more frequently and at night, and in greater numbers. The bodies of abducted civilians or Kirian soldiers lost on patrol hang limply from nooses made of tree vines, or are found impaled on sharpened stakes in pitfalls. It seems that more and more sections of [DEL.GetAdjective] society, the decentralised network of tribes interspersed throughout the deep jungle of the Far South, are uniting against us—their common enemy, the alien invaders from beyond their shores. We need to end this war soon—and this is a war, no matter what the politicians in Vermilion call it—lest the natives gain sufficient strength and confidence in their newfound unity to drive us out of the Far South altogether.
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The gunboat swayed slightly to bomb blasts and explosions from the jungle. Two figures watched the treeline from across the water. To Hyssop Garnet, Thyme Bloom's presence was reassuring. The Far South Army Sector that he presided over may be KIRFORS's own fiefdom, but it was reliant on political backing from the government back in Vermilion for its existence. Right now, political support for the Far South intervention was not forthcoming in Vermilion, and the shipments of troops and supplies from home had been greatly reduced.
"...which is why you're here. It was on the initiative of you and your colleagues in the NAKP that KIRFORS was formed for this undertaking, but the tightwads in Vermilion have not been generous with their soldiers. I believe that both you and the Party wish to see the Intervention through to an acceptable conclusion. Unless KIRFORS is reinforced, however, such an acceptable conclusion to the Intervention may not be forthcoming. To that end, I understand that the NAKP will be able to make certain contributions."
Thyme coughed. Faint shouting sounded from the treeline. "Well," she began, "among the constitutional restrictions we've had to follow since the parties agreed to play along was the disbanding of our paramilitary formations. Not everykirin knows this, since we have not had much reason to use the Order of the Iron Chrysanthemum. We've retained our enforcer cadre, but they're nowhere near the numbers you require."
"What about contractors?" Hyssop asked. "Not our own troops. You have foreign connections."
"You mean mercenaries, and yes, that is the option that Party headquarters has decided on. Some Order personnel will be seconded to command several formations of griffon contractors. Since they'll be paid for from our own coffers, the oppositionists will have no cause to complain, much less do anything to stop it. Needless to say, you'll be getting only the best. Plus, that buys you a better story for hiring 'defence contractors' than nabbing some political party's goons, hm?"
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"I'll welcome these claws and beaks aboard, then."
- No. 31 NAKP-PAV Company 'Lance' - No. 32 NAKP-PAV Company 'Sabre' - No. 33 NAKP-PAV Company 'Bayonet'
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It was for "public relations", Coral River's staff had said. KIRFORS didn't just need more, but better, soldiers. The fruits of the Grand Gallop Onward had not been distributed equally among the Realm's many provinces. To those left behind, the Far South Intervention offered a way out-to serve the Realm and be generously rewarded for their service afterwards.
So deep in the Propitious Marches, not so far from the western border, Coral found herself in safer climes and among friendlier natives. Natives that were fellow kirin. Kirin who did not have much left; urbanisation was not perfect, as the Gallop had mechanised farming to the point of obsoleting not an insignificant number of peasants who were unable or unwilling to move to the city or learn other skills. The kirin of the Western Territories were proud and hardy. None of them yearned to beg for an existence. Hunters, foresters, markskirin, or simple peasantry: modern Kiria had run out of anything to offer them.
Their rugged eyes, over scratched or chipped scales, fixed themselves on Coral surrounded by a few of her troops, all geared up. Otherwise, nothing fancy, only candid pictures of the fighting in Talarayi.
"No doubt you have heard about the Far South," she began. "I could tell you a thousand words about how this is to help the zebras and to advance civilisation, but let's cut to the chase: You possess skills that the west during the Silence has honed with your very souls, skills that will make you very useful in stopping the bloodshed in Talarayi. You will not go as regular forces but as civilian auxiliaries, helping us navigate through the jungle and spotting enemies along the way. I do not ask of you to shed blood when it is not necessary: this I promise."
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Who the cities forget, the buddies in camo will cherish.
Because we exceed this limit by <15 Battalions and Support Companies, we receive the following debuffs: - Political Power Gain: -25% - Attack against Minor Countries: -20% - Defense against Minor Countries: -20% - Breakthrough against Minor Countries: -20% - Offensive War Penalty Stability Modifier: -15% - Institutional Stability: KDWLM3A_var Because we exceed this limit by >15 Battalions and Support Companies, we receive the following debuffs: - Political Power Gain: -50% - Attack against Minor Countries: -25% - Defense against Minor Countries: -25% - Breakthrough against Minor Countries: -25% - Offensive War Penalty Stability Modifier: -25% - Institutional Stability: KDWLM3B_var Because we exceed this limit by >25 Battalions and Support Companies, we receive the following debuffs: - Political Power Gain: -75% - Attack against Minor Countries: -50% - Defense against Minor Countries: -50% - Breakthrough against Minor Countries: -50% - Offensive War Penalty Stability Modifier: -45% - Institutional Stability: KDWLM3C_var Because we exceed this limit by >35 Battalions and Support Companies, we receive the following debuffs: - Political Power Gain: -100% - Attack against Minor Countries: -75% - Defense against Minor Countries: -75% - Breakthrough against Minor Countries: -75% - Offensive War Penalty Stability Modifier: -75% - Institutional Stability: KDWLM3D_var Because we exceed this limit by >45 Battalions and Support Companies, we receive the following debuffs: - Political Power Gain: -125% - Attack against Minor Countries: -75% - Defense against Minor Countries: -75% - Breakthrough against Minor Countries: -75% - Offensive War Penalty Stability Modifier: -75% - Institutional Stability: KDWLM3E_var Because we exceed this limit by >55 Battalions and Support Companies, we receive the following debuffs: - Political Power Gain: -150% - Attack against Minor Countries: -100% - Defense against Minor Countries: -100% - Breakthrough against Minor Countries: -100% - Offensive War Penalty Stability Modifier: -100% - Institutional Stability: KDWLM3F_var Realm & Harmony Party Backbench Revolt: - Daily Political Power Gain: -4.50
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TO: SC-KFORS [KIRGetFSGeneralName]
Security developments over the previous months relating to the Far South are detailed as follows.
1. The MWPK (formerly MSWPK) have adopted a new programme in order to stand for election to the Morning Secretariat and National Plenum. Enclosed is an original copy from their latest national convention. The vast majority of their membership, estimated at 5/6ths have followed the party line and are thus keeping within legal means of protest.
2. In response, a hardliner group has broken out and taken the old name of the MWPK (hereafter referred to as MSWPK-Cont.)
3. MSWPK-Cont. has changed to a more overt and confrontational nature of organizing against the war. Large quantities of leaflets inciting desertion, disobedience or sabotage has been found across KIRFORS base.
4. Debriefing of soldiers deployed with KIRFORS finds that most are aware of the leaflets (see recent reports) and that increasing numbers are sympathizers.
5. MP detachments have been given standing orders to seize all leaflets and arrest all agitators and to punish them to the full extent of military justice.
6. No support from MWPK has been given to these leaflets following their publication, but no condemnation has been made either.
Yours Truly
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Hooves trudged through hot wed mud. The trees closed in, dense and claustrophobic. Green Shoots' tired legs buckled. Recovering from the stumble, he cantered to avoid falling behind his unit. He could not shake the feeling of being watched from the undergrowth. His comrades had said the zebra's eyes glowed yellow then red when you weren't looking.
"Stop your shaking, newbie," his banner-sergeant said. He was not that older than Shoots and the rest of the unit, who had affectionately nicknamed him Chasm. The overgrown stubble on his chin and non-regulation uniform made him appear carefree despite KIRFORS's stringent rules. "Remember, we're just on recce. If they shoot, policy is to break off at first conta—"
He vanished. Everykirin did. Sudden screaming shattered the mental fog that had slowly accrued over hours of trudging through the jungle. It was his unsteady, unreliable forehooves that saved Green Shoots. He had stumbled to the ground before a deep abyss, where a muddy, leafy facade had collapsed onto a grid of spikes.
Spikes that pierced his screaming comrades, writhing in the hole in the ground that had swallowed his unit. Green spotted Chasm. He had been skewered through the neck. His idol and beacon of hope, impaled.
Arrows began to fall through the tree canopy like hail. Green took one last look at Chicory, Bay Leaf, Ginger, Azure: his mates, soon to be zebra stew. Then he turned tail, galloping as fast as he could, on burning legs. For his life.
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The heart of the jungle lay beyond the final trees. Tomorrow, they would strike, the final offensive to capture the Golden City and its myriad treasures.
Banner-Sergeant Green Shoots lit his fifth cigarette. Just "Sergeant Shoots", he'd insisted to his kirin. A fit and healthy stallion could train his whole life for battle, then die to a jungle disease without ever seeing his enemy. The savages had filled the jungle with traps that decimated the kirin soldiery. The jungle was hell.
Obedience had been necessary to keep everyone in line and alive. The jungle chewed up each fresh shipment of soldiers and spat them out as dead-eyed veterans, or corpses. Who kept sending foals fooled into thinking this would be a tropical vacation?
A few puffs, and the cigarette was already finished. More could soon be harvested from the next crop of kirin KIA—a bumper crop, for sure—after the assault on the Golden City. Shoots sharpened his blade. He'd lost his rifle: he did not need a replacement. He'd gotten used to getting up close and personal with the savages. Disgorge and disembowel. Entrails spelled out in the natives' coarse tongue.
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The Far South Debacle
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"Our forces have been driven back and thrown into the sea, our enemies have captured weapons enough for an army, and they are more united than ever before." The delegate spoke with bitter sarcasm lacing every word from her lips. "I want to give my honoured colleagues who supported this effort in Talarayi my compliments, for we have been the foreign monsters against which they united under one common purpose." The Morning Secretariat was boiling with anger, and calls rang out for the delegates to quiet down. Autumn Blaze, meanwhile, sat in her seat staring out into the air in front of her. The enormity of what she and the rest of the chamber had caused loomed over her, and she felt sick.
Tens of thousands dead, military defeat and humiliation, devastation and destruction all throughout [DEL.GetName], all for what? To try to "solve" Talarayi somehow? Defeat the zebras who for all they knew were just defending their homes from foreign encroachment? And in all this stood Kiria, a foreign invader and would-be conqueror, a sleeping giant freshly awakened which had bumbled into a humiliating and dishonorable catastrophe. For a brief moment, she felt like she understood why the Silence had once been viewed as necessary.
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"Come on, move, move, move!" Company Officer Azure Cloud roared to be heard over the sound of gunfire as she directed the last zebras and kirin that were running towards the harbour. There was chaos all around her, and she could hear explosions in the distance. Turning herself and running down the empty streets, she saw the now empty buildings of what was meant to have been the gateway to Talarayi, the newly built bars and stores that never would be open again. She suddenly ground to a halt, staring in disbelief at the overloaded zebra waddling out of the side door to one of the bars.
"What in Concord's name are you doing, you lunatic?!" She yelled at the bar owner, an industrious zebra who had opened this 'bar' the very moment the trading port had opened. "Why are you not on the boats?!"
"If I'm running away, I'm not leaving without my still!" The zebra yelled, reeling under the weight of the machine. "I spent a fortune on this thing and I won't leave it behind!"
"Oh you absolute..." Azure made a split second decision, rushing in and helping him by taking some of the machinery off him. "Now run!" With the load split, the two managed to pick up the pace and soon came running out on the pier. Already, most of the boats had left, only a few smaller vessels still waiting for stragglers like them. Azure got the zebra onboard along with his still, leaping onboard as the ship began to move away from the pier. Rapidly picking up steam, the small ship began to head out to sea.
Panting, Azure Cloud looked back at the coastline, and suddenly it hit her. They had failed... KIRFORS had failed, and all they had tried to build here was going to be burnt to the ground. Thousands of dead left behind, the landscape despoiled, all the hopes and dreams of the tribes they had met and traded with, an entire fledgling nation... abandoned. Sinking down, she clutched the railing as anger started to well up inside her.
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The Far South Debacle
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One by one the votes were tallied, and as the votes against the continuation of the Far South Intervention doubled, tripled, then quadrupled, dwarfing the hoofful of diehards still in favour of renewing the mandate, the Morning Secretariat tremoured in anticipation of the reckoning soon to come—for it was clear that Kiria's first foreign venture in the new millennium had gone badly wrong. Autumn Blaze herself had abstained from voting, while her own party—allowed a free vote on this occasion—had returned an almost unanimous result against the continuation of the KIRFOR's presence in the Far South.
"Today, the last of KIRFORS withdrew from Talarayi, leaving behind enough weapons and equipment to fully outfit no less than three modern Banner-divisions. The natives who we sought to discipline and civilise are more united than ever before in their hostility to the Realm and to modern trade and commerce." The delegate spoke with bitter sarcasm lacing every word from her lips. "I want to give my honoured colleagues who supported this effort in Talarayi my compliments, for we have been the foreign monsters against which they united under one common purpose." The Morning Secretariat was boiling with anger, and calls rang out for the delegates to quiet down. Autumn Blaze, meanwhile, sat in her seat staring out into the air in front of her. The enormity of what she and the rest of the chamber had caused loomed over her, and she felt sick.
Tens of thousands dead, military defeat and humiliation, devastation and destruction all throughout [DEL.GetName], all for what? To try to "solve" Talarayi somehow? Defeat the zebras who for all they knew were just defending their homes from foreign encroachment? And in all this stood Kiria, a foreign invader and would-be conqueror, a sleeping giant freshly awakened which had bumbled itself into a humiliating and dishonorable catastrophe. For a brief moment, she felt like she understood why the Silence had once been viewed as necessary.
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I am hereby announcing my resignation from the Kirian armed forces. Don't try to find me. You won't succeed, and enough innocents have already died for this pointless war.
This entire endeavour was doomed to fail from the start. We came here trying to dominate the natives with trade, and in doing so we ignored the laws of this land, trampled and looted their sacred sites and worked to undermine the priesthood for monetary gain. The NAKP claimed they wanted prosperity and to 'give them the tools of modernity', but they are nothing a poisoned thorn of greed in the heart of Kiria. Our nation has lost its way, and it'll rot from the inside as it lets itself be marched into bloodbaths at the behest of economic interests.
I was taken to the Golden City, I saw the Tiger and heard it speak to the priests. If you would see them here, learn from them, you would realize how distant 'harmony' is to Kiria right now. We've all lost our way. I will find it again, and I will do so among these zebras.
Damn the NAKP for their rampant greed and damn you for letting this happen.
Coral River
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Mandate's End
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Autumn Blaze walked down the hallway towards the Morning Secretariat in silence, thinking about the vote yesterday. The needle that had been barely tipped in favour of the KIRFORS mandate had long since had tipped back in the other direction. This entire conflict had dragged for over a year at this point, and its justifications had been flimsy to start with. And now, after a year of pain and death and destruction across Talarayi with nothing to really show for it, what little faith most of the Morning Secretariat had had in the intervention had completely dissipated.
The Secretariat had voted to revoke the KIRFORS mandate, end the fighting, and withdraw from the Far South, and the entire government was currently going through a furious chain reaction of assigning blame. Fern Flare had assured her that impeachment was not in the cards, which honestly, was a small consolation. Kiria Awoken was blaming the RaHP and CST, who blamed the NAKP who was castigating the Morning Secretariat for lacking the will to see this conflict through.
She took a deep breath as she stepped into the Verdigris Rotunda, determined to make the best of the situation. There always was a way to make things a little better at least. Their retreat would have to happen in good order, and they'd evacuate as many of their zebras allies as possible. Hopefully, maybe, in due time things would settle down and maybe they could... she was interrupted by a wild-eyed messenger coming into the Morning Secretariat at a full sprint, panting as she stopped before Autumn Blaze.
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Immediate effects
 The Golden City
Ruins of the Golden City icon Ruins of the Golden City
The Ruins of the Golden City still contain much valuable loot. Surviving pillars of wrought gold, twisted and deformed by the Thunder Tiger's elemental holocaust, occasionally poke out from mountains of molten slag.
Nirik State icon Nirik State
Throughout history, there has always been the concept of Apocalypse, and the creatures that propagate it. Be they lunatics, doomsayers, prophets, or the genuinely concerned, such creatures weave tales of grandeur and sacrifice, of fervent hope and insurmountable dread, of butchery and plague. They wield fear with as much grace as any swordsmare, whipping those who hear their stories into a frenzy of anxiety and defiance, only to inevitably be disproved by the jeering mundanity of Fate. Now, it is widely agreed, we have far surpassed any apocalypse ever conceived. Millenia of progress have been immolated in smoke, trampled by the weight of those fateful mistakes and the hubris of a race which dared to believe it could move past itself to become something better. Such dreams are but nostalgia now, idle trivialities to be contemplated by the few kirin who yet remain sane in this cataclysmic hellscape. Nirik in the thousands fight and kill and die, but do not live, doomed to be slaves to the grim will of Rage. Optimism lays dead, sacrificed on the altar of Despair. All that is left for those hapless few whose hope has not been consumed by the inferno is to pray for deliverance, most likely in the form of another major power intervening for fear of the nirik threat fulminating outwards. Pray to whom? No one knows. Even Concord no longer holds vigil over the Realm of Shattered Hope, Tartarus Incarnate on earth.
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"Wolfsbane, huh? I understand you fought in the Far South before it all went to pot there." The room was thick with smoke and the slow whirring of a lone fan on the desk in front of which Captain Wolfsbane stood at attention. Addressing him from the other side of the desk sat General Firethorn, Generalissimo of the Vermilion and Kirian Army, flanked by Special Operations Colonel Fall Leaves. To the side sat a quiet, bespectacled mare in civilian clothing. "This your best soldier?" Firethorn continued, and Fall Leaves nodded.
"Yes ma'am," Wolfsbane responded. "I was part of the Long Range Company. We tracked down and eliminated enemy chieftains." The smell of fire and death came back to him, as did the angry scream of a zebra pushing through a hail of bullets towards him, desperate to defend his homeland. "I'm an assassin," he clarified after a second. Firethorn nodded slowly.
"Then this will be right up your alley," she said, pushing a dossier over to him. Wolfsbane picked it up to study it. "Former General Hyssop Garnet, self-styled warlord of the Far South Purification Army." Wolfsbane wasn't surprised. "He's slaughtering his way through the southeast, and needs to be eliminated - with extreme prejudice."
"This just keeps getting worse for Vermilion, doesn't it?" Wolfsbane asked quietly. Once again back to Talarayi, it seemed. Then again, he had never truly left those jungles.
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Concord willing, Captain, that will depend on your actions.
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The First Light Dossier
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After the cataclysmic destruction of the Golden City, KIRFORS and our efforts in the Far South has come under intense scrutiny. What was meant to be an intervention to protect our local partners had completely spiralled out of control. Questions are being asked by politicians, journalists and the bereaved family members who have lost their beloved ones in a poorly defined conflict that has caused countless deaths.
Though there were initially some attempts to control the narrative, the entire situation exploded when an anonymous dossier, simply entitled 'First Light', arrived at Kiria's largest newspapers. The dossier contained photographs, copies of letters and internal documentation from KIRFORS. It described how the "Safe Zones" set up for the protection of the local tribes were little more than fetid prison camps where disease and malnourishment is rampant, with their captive inhabitants often used as slave labour. Local authority figures and religious leaders were rounded up and locked away, many times under appalling conditions to expire on their own. Religious sites and villages were carelessly demolished if they were deemed in the way, and SSVC agents have orchestrated land grabs across the region. Furthermore, the dossier revealed that numerous NAKP politicians and businesskirin affiliated with the SSVC had applied pressure on KIRFORS Supreme Commander, General Hyssop Garnet, to cover up these grave atrocities when reported to him by KIRFORS personnel and civilian witnesses.
Alongside a now-iconic photograph of an emaciated zebra foal cradled in her mother's forelegs, the text on the last page of the dossier now adorn the front pages of newspapers and broadsheets across the Realm:
"THIS is Kiria's great step into the wider world: by force of arms and to take by force whatever it wishes.
THIS is the "guidance" Kiria offer its neighbors: by clasping them in fetters and devastating their way of life.
THIS is how Kiria creates the future: by creating a wasteland and calling it harmony."
At a hastily-convened press conference, Premier Autumn Blaze, who sported dark bags under her eyes, vowed to order an independent investigation to prosecute all those involved. Across the Realm and in Fragrance in particular, the MWPK and trade unions have mobilised in massive protests against their provincial and mayoral NAKP delegates, including those in the Fragrance NAKP's powerful party machine who were implicated by the dossier. With many Fragrancese declaring that will boycott the NAKP, the popularity of the Fragrance NAKP has taken a sharp nosedive from which it may never recover.
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The Talarayi Truth and Accountability Report
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The report read like a horror story, and knowing she had been the hoof that pushed these events into action made Autumn Blaze queasy. Hyssop Garnet's plan of shock and awe had proven ineffective, and the entire campaign devolved into a drawn out war of attrition and mass murder, where the solution to the mobile tribes' jungle warfare was to burn down the jungles and herd the natives into "Safe Zones". Even worse, as KIRFORS had advanced, the SSVC had been right behind, claiming the land for 'further development' in tight coordination with the military.
Their plan was clear in its purpose; break the natives and use them as a cheap labour force for resource extraction on their ancestral land, now property of the SSVC. This was no defensive war, this was a war of conquest and enslavement, and she was culpable in it. She would have been angry, enraged even, but all she could feel was overwhelming shame. She had done this. She had let these events take place...
"Recall Hyssop Garnet at once. Relieve him of his command and suspend him from active duty, pending further disciplinary action." She looked up to the ministers that sat around the table with her. "Get KIRFORS under control, and start pulling it back. Deploy regular forces if we have to. I want the entire board of the SSVC arrested as well. Put together a plan for how we'll get these zebras out of those damn camps and restore as much of their lives as we can."
"What will we do about Talarayi?", somekirin asked. Autumn Blaze was distraught enough that she didn't even register who it was. What indeed?
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We'll pull out entirely. We've hurt them enough.
[DEL.GetFlag] Talarayi will be freed from the [KIR.GetFlag] Kirian yoke: the £SET_flag South Sea Enterprise Territory will be abolished, and KIRFORS withdrawn from the Far South. Having already caused immense suffering, Kiria will withdraw from the Far South and let the natives rebuild as best they can. The power vacuum will create further infighting among the tribes, but their fate will be theirs to determine, not Kiria's. We have to replace what we took from them with something...
The £TADT_flag Talarayi Autonomy will be established, replacing the £SET_flag South Sea Enterprise Territory.
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The Price of Ambition
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Cypress Snow felt his age weigh down on him as he stared out the window. How awful, how horrid. His good friend Ardent Bloom had gone all in on the SSVC, viewing it as the future for the NAKP, and Cypress Snow could see his hoofprints all over how the SSVC had worked to grab as much land a they could in Talarayi. The prospective prize of an entire resource colony had been too lucrative for his ambitious old friend, and now Ardent Bloom's cronies were all locked up awaiting trial.
Cypress Snow had never before seen such rage in Autumn Blaze's eyes, and he knew heads would roll here. This ambitious endeavour had turned into a poison that was creeping up the NAKP's leg. Soon it would spread to the entire body. There was no other choice but amputation. A few silent transfers of correspondence to the Truth and Accountability Committee had pinned the blame on Ardent Bloom squarely, casting him as the brain behind the awful actions of KIRFORS and the SSVC.
There had been no choice for Ardent Bloom but to step down in disgrace, and he now stood awaiting trial for all this. Cypress Snow knew he'd try to fight it, but the evidence was too overwhelming. Cypress had made sure of that.
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"I'm sorry old friend, but I won't let you take the NAKP with you."
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Fight Fire with Water
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"Nocreature starts a war — or rather, nocreature in their senses ought to do so — without first being clear in their mind what they intend to achieve by that war and how they intend to conduct it." Coral River quoted the maxim they all would have heard as he looked around at the gathered officers. "The question that follows this is what we are trying to achieve here. I posit that our mission is fundamentally defensive in nature. We are here to defend our trading outposts and our local partners, not conquer territory. In order to achieve this, we must adapt our rules of engagement to better meet the realities on the ground."
"Firstly, we must recognize that this region is not and has never been united. The priests have some influence, but each tribe will still see to its own welfare first. Those tribes who have not explicitly acted hostile towards us must continue to reap the benefits of our presence. Even in cases of hostility, we must not withdraw the opportunity for trade from them. Trading areas will continue to remain open to all for this reason."
"Secondly, we must abandon any idea of holding terrain here. We protect the towns and trading outposts, we keep the roads open, and we ensure that we patrol the countryside to keep as much of the fighting away from said towns as possible. The way to achieve this is local cooperation and measured responses. If the locals catch even a whiff of overlordship from us, they will buck violently. We are and we remain foreign traders arguing with some of the tribes, some, not all."
"Thirdly, any priests or religious sites are off limits. The priesthood is not a monolith, and seeing their holy figures and mediators roughed up by foreigners will only cause way more dissent. Ensuring that local religious customs can continue to be observed and including local priests in our peacekeeping efforts will communicate to the religious leadership that we are not here to replace or remove them."
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The Far South Morass
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The implementation of General Coral River's new and radical doctrine of de-escalation has been a troubled affair, to say the least. There has already been objections from several officers, some of which have asked to be transferred away from Talarayi instead of "sitting on their flanks and waiting for the enemy to surround them". General Coral River has denied these requests, and instead offered to transfer them to what can charitably be called the front lines.
Furthermore, several areas of front lines have been demilitarised owing to these areas' supposed religious significance. This has produced salients which are spreading our forces thin. The movement of enemy warbands through these zones have caused even further objections among the officers, and questions are starting to be asked back in Vermilion as to what exactly the general is attempting to achieve. While there have been no attacks from these salients yet, the officers' corps insists it is only a matter of time.
Yet, though the military leadership has been dissatisfied with the doctrine, the local tribes are all too happy to continue trading in the safe areas. Though the trading in weapons has been suspended, other goods continue to sell much like before. As Coral River predicted, many of these goods - stamped with a mark derived from the locals' traditions for ease of tracking - appear to have been taken deeper into the jungle.
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Are we feeding our opponents!?
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Jungle Dreams
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Coral River blinked as she looked up at the ceiling from her bed. It was gone, replaced with fog, and so was all other things around her. The world had faded away, and all was cold, wet fog. She shuddered as she rose up, slowly turning in a circle to try to see if she could see anything else.
"You use the old writing," the voice whispered in her ear, and when she looked around she came face to face with a zebra. He stood towering above her, bedecked in gold and feathers, and in the air behind him two glowing eyes hovered. "Even as warriors die, you mark your goods with calls for peace. Clever. Did you think you would be able to use them to lure us forth?"
"My only desire is an end to this fighting, holy one," Coral River told the figure. "Please, help me understand why this is happening. Your people attacked us seemingly out of nowhere. I know there is a reason, but I cannot see it. What did we do to deserve this?"
"You earned as much," the priest reached out and touched her horn. Coral River's mind was flooded with images of sacred groves and burial sites destroyed, of merchants who promised wealth and tricked the tribes into surrender their lands and homes, of an expedition to find the golden city even though they had been warned and which had reached it only because the priests allowed it, and of the last chance given being rewarded with pillaging. Believing the Golden City empty, the expedition had begun stripping it of whatever loose artefacts they could find. As before, the foreigners showed themselves as nothing but thieves. As before, the guardians of the most sacred destroyed them. When the torrent of images stopped, Coral River sat up straight in bed, soaked in sweat and hyperventilating.
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So that was what happened...
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A Gamble
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Finally, Coral River knew what the natives' goals were. Firstly, they were out seeking retribution. That damn SSVC expedition had had the same effect as someone walking into the Temple of the Rising Fire and relieving themselves into the flames. Something sacred was violated, and they had to respond to it violently. Secondly, the priesthood was well aware that the Kirian presence in Talarayi was a challenge to the old order. Thus, destroying the Kirians was a matter of all that was good and right to the average zebra, and a matter of protecting their very existence to the priesthood. So how do you beat that? Well, her mandate was to ensure an end to hostilities, nothing else, and so then she might as well let the natives 'win'.
Sitting atop the central building of the now abandoned forward operating base, she took a drink from her canteen of water as she idly wondered if she had gotten jungle fever. It was an insane idea in so many ways, and she knew that even if this worked, she'd be court martialled at best. Yet, if that was what it took to achieve her mission, she would do it. With how Kiria had been flailing around like idiots from day one down here, she figured a leap of faith was as good as anything.
Movement over by the gates drew her attention and she tensed up. The jungle around them was deathly silent, and she swallowed as the water in her stomach suddenly felt heavy. This was it, make or break. She took a slow breath, watching as she saw them finally appear. The defenders of their homes, the ones who had pledged themselves to fight against the outsiders who would despoil all they were, the ones who heeded the call when the guardians of the sacred city called. Her gaze met that of one of them, a young zebra barely old enough to have finished school if she had been kirin.
"I am unarmed," she told the warriors, "and I will not fight. Your priests know me, and they will want to speak with me." It was all really stupid, but in a mad world, mad strategies might just be what was needed.
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And if it fails, I guess I'll get what I deserve.
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To Premier Autumn Blaze
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"I apologize for this unconventional method of contacting you, but I am forced to this as the Morning Secretariat would demand any number of investigations and hearings to ascertain the truth regarding what I am about to reveal. Simply put: I let myself be captured in order to reach the priesthood of Talarayi. I have been successful and managed to arrive at a tentative peace agreement.
We have all been misled about what happened before the war. In truth, the expedition that the South Sea Company sent up bumbled their way into the most sacred place in Talarayi and began looting it. Their aggression was in response to this sacrilege. I have spoken at length with them, and offered them what recompense we can offer. Economic compensation will not be enough to quell the religious wrath the expedition unleashed. They have asked that you come to them, and that you bring with you fire from the eternal flame of the Matriarchal Palace. I cannot say for what purpose, but after they were told of it, they were insistent that they get it.
It is a strange request, but with our forces retreating to the trade ports and with the previously mentioned gifts, they will have avenged the desecration of the city and won the war in their people's eyes. We started in the wrong end, as we let economics lead the way when religious understanding should have. If we can give them this way out, peace may yet come to this land again. I implore you to listen to me."
- General Coral River
Autumn Blaze sat heavily back in her chair, staring up at the ceiling. Coral River was actually insane. Her disappearance had already caused chaos, and now this? Calling her secretary in, she sighed deeply.
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"Find me someone who will know how to best transport a fire."
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The Kirian "Surrender"
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Autumn Blaze felt as though if she even breathed wrong, everything would explode once again. Having quickly gotten on a ship and travelled to Talarayi with a minor fleet escorting her, she had almost been physically tossed back onto the ship by her security detail when a large group of natives had all but appeared right at the outskirts of the trading port where she had arrived. Yet in the end she had managed to talk them down. If one planned a surprise attack, one would not stand still a hundred meters from the gates with a large procession of priests. As she stood here and stared the zebras down though, she felt very small. The priests and warriors all stared directly at her, their glares cold and hostile. How many of them had lost loved ones at the hooves of her people? Kiria's first step out into the wider world, and it had turned into this kind of bloodbath...
"I am Autumn Blaze, Premier of Kiria," she greeted them, nodding her head in a small bow. "I am sorry that we meet under these circumstances, and I bring gifts as a show of my people's commitment to finding a resolution to this conflict." She motioned for her guards to bring up the brazier towards the zebras. The priest at the front of the procession, a tall zebra with a feathered crown and piercing eyes, walked up to the brazier, holding up one hoof to the fire.
"I am [DEL.GetLeader], and I speak for all those who walk with the Tiger. Out of all of your kind, only Coral River has proven worth listening to. She said you would prove yourself worthy of our ears. You did." Raising one hoof, he threw something into the fire and made it flare up. A pillar of smoke rose from it, and twisted in the air. Two burning eyes opened in the middle of the pillar, followed by a large maw as a giant tiger's head now towered above them. Autumn Blaze took a step back in shock, her guards almost raising their weapons, but the priest simply walked around the fire and rolled out a large carpet which he sat down on. "Be seated, and let us speak on how this war shall be ended. The Tiger will hear you." Taking a deep breath, Autumn Blaze walked up to sit down in front of him.
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Under the eye of the Tiger, peace comes to Talarayi.
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Peace in the Far South
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The peace negotiations, coupled with a cross-party coalition of Kiria Awoken and United for Harmony delegates pushing for a resolution in the Morning Secretariat, had allowed the war in Talarayi to finally come to an end. Thankfully, Coral River - though she broke any number of military laws - had ensured that both sides have gained what they hoped for. The Talarayian natives had checked the encroachment of the SSVC, and avenged the desecration of their sacred city. Kiria had managed to ensure that its holdings in the region did not fall, and that their partner tribes did not become victims to the revanchist tribes. The NAKP - meanwhile - was quietly dissolving the SSVC, transferring its assets to the newly created Talarayian Development and Trade Foundation, which would be tasked by the government to resume trade in the region.
Though many voices had been critical towards Kiria "rolling over in the face of unwarranted aggression", a concerted public relations campaign was being carried out. Thankfully, Coral River had been only too happy to provide the newspapers with notes on her experiences, and the newspapers were happy to run full page articles on it. The entire affair was quickly being re-framed along the lines of what her RaHP and its coalition partners had branded it - a regrettable conflict stemming from ignorance and miscommunication, and which would best be followed by a period of healing. From war would rise mutual understanding and prosperity, and Kiria would learn and grow wiser from it.
It still creeped her out to approach all this in the terms of politics, but what other option did she have? Rainbows wouldn't light up the sky unless you let it rain, and candles wouldn't glow unless they burned...
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And after the deluge, a rainbow slowly rose over the Far South.
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Mission Complete
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After the fall of the Golden City and its subsequent destruction at the paws of the Thunder Tiger, KIRFORS is happy to report that their mission has been successful. General [KIRGetFSGeneralName]'s offensive - though it racked up immense casualties when the Tiger came down on the city - has finally broken the enemy's will to fight. Though some tribes have melted away into the jungles to continue fighting, the majority have either surrendered or been all but annihilated in their last stand in the city.
KIRFORS will remain in the Far South to conduct stabilisation and peacekeeping missions, and administrative and governance functions will be given to the newly-formed South Sea Enterprise Territory, a corporate polity funded by Sycee, KIRIN Holding Corp and the SSVC as well as other Kirian corporations. The SSET will address the development of the Far South, its markets and resources, lessening the financial and administrative burden of this endeavour on the Kirian state. Though the situation escalated beyond what we had hoped, we stand victorious, and can finally help the locals leap forward into the modern era like we did.
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A corporate government for a corporate state.
The Golden City
Ruins of the Golden City icon Ruins of the Golden City
The Ruins of the Golden City still contain much valuable loot. Surviving pillars of wrought gold, twisted and deformed by the Thunder Tiger's elemental holocaust, occasionally poke out from mountains of molten slag.
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Blossom Far
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Torrid Squall had heard the news, the reported good tidings from the Vermilion Throne. Chattering priestesses by the wayside proclaimed the triumph of a resurgent, resplendent Kiria. It wouldn't be long until the Realm asked for what they believed was rightfully theirs.
The news had stirred something fierce throughout Blossom, had shoved Torrid and the rest out of their comfort zones and into the streets to figure out a future of their own. The king in Lotus was proving unable to retain his obsidian grip over the former city-state, a cherished Kirian tributary: the rule of a mortal king indeed paled against that of the avatar of the Divine, of Concord.
Her followers thronged the streets and squares of the city. Less jostling, more walking in lockstep: emblems, slogans, and Kirian flags decorate the air, while suits and robes distinguish the pro-Kiria parties from... the not-so-pro-Kiria ones who answered with solidarity with the other city-states, of sticking together under Lotus and its high king.
A rumbling crowd of kirin, with Torrid in the middle of it, were converging onto the city's palace of government. Sweeping through the crowd like wildfire was news of the latest development: Vermilion's delegates had already arrived and were talking with the city's Mayoral Prefect. Rumours spread of an incoming trilateral discussion where Kiria, Sen Kinh, and Blossom would come together as equals.
For the fate of Blossom.
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Paused for a century, a new Blossom is envisioned.
A fair contest of powers, then.
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Blossom Wide
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An old tale relayed the fall of an ancient fortress, not by blade nor bow but by the hoofsteps of thousands of kirin walking around it for weeks on end - a circumambulatory siege.
The parallel wasn't lost on Torrid. His group, swelled now by thousands, had been rallying around the palace for days, hoping to get a look at the various delegates coming in one by one, hoping to catch some concrete information. Then, Blossom's own authorities, including its Mayoral Prefect, left the grand residence first; behind them, the Kirians and the Senkinese delegations cantered abreast. A vast array of uniforms economical and religious on one hoof, a singular troupe of matching clothes and weapons on the other.
This unity clashed with the escalation outside palace grounds. Serene had the palace stood against a rising tide of marches and demonstrations that often met and merged into each other non-violently. Other places did not fare so well: more than a few stores and teahouses burned in the flames of a heated argument gone ablaze; the authorities intervened before a potential inferno was unleashed.
The Kirian forces were not entirely peaceful: groups of young kirin in modern attire decried "Senkinese decadence," calling for a triumphant return to the Kirian motherland in boisterous street corner rallies that sometimes escalated into the rare street fight.
Ignoring the noise, Torrid waited. He'd moved closer now, several metres from the gates. The headdress of [1058.Owner.GetName], the ruler from [1058.Owner.GetCapitalName], could be seen swaying above the mass of the crowd's kirin horns.
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The last actor before the curtains open. (Nothing)
[1058.Owner.GetName] will see things through.
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A Kirian Offer for a Blossomese Referendum
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In the midst of the politicking in reaction to Vermilion's recent overtures, we have received a request from the Realm's Matriarch Superior, chief of their religion and their northern ways: to hold a referendum in Blossom on whether its inhabitants will be better suited as a part of the Realm.
The terms involve the Blossomese being given special privileges as a city-state, which will only make a return to Kiria more attractive to the Way of Fire-sympathetic city.
Understandably, just hoofing away our second-largest city is disastrous as it is an extraordinarily valuable trading hub. Still, in the long run, the instability of the Blossomese and their mixed culture will no longer bother us, and will spare us the means to further consolidate the city-states that remain in our employ.
All things considered, it is not guaranteed that Blossom will be given away should we allow a referendum since it is based on a vote. Many Blossomese may agitate for a return based on principle, but the more level-minded among them may not want to join themselves with a paper tiger. There has to be a catch to the Realm's breakneck modernisation.
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The Blossomese shall speak for themselves.
AI logic:
A vote risks our hegemony greatly. It shall not happen.
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A Referendum...
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The gates to the city's palace creaked open before the Mayoral Prefect. Standing side by side the stoic faces of Kirian and Senkinese delegates, with [1058.Owner.GetName] himself in full view, he grabbed the microphone in front of him.
Torrid sat amid the hushed crowd gathered at the perimeter, undulating in a kirin wave. From this close to their faces, he saw a victorious smirk on [1058.Owner.GetName]'s face: the clue that gave the game away.
"It is clear from the mood here what the city desires," the Prefect began. "We congratulate Kiria for the miraculous progress it has made in recovering from the Silence. Its reward is becoming a resurgent power, and that must be celebrated! However, it is also clear that it will not be in the best interests of us Blossomese to join their Realm at this current hour. The Kirians have seen the data for themselves, both in the numbers and in the faces that abound here. We do not need a referendum, for it is clear that Blossom desires not to rejoin with Kiria."
A round of tepid whoops and stomping cut his speech short. Several arguments burst open among the assembled audience; uniformed police took away any angry agitators.
At least for now, Torrid would stay here. A sigh of relief at being undisturbed left his muzzle.
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Watershed
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When the Mayoral Prefect announced the upcoming referendum, Torrid couldn't have readied himself for the torrent of activity coming at him from all corners. The trade city reached a fever pitch: bets and votes, made and swapped, on the final result of said referendum. Ships bearing foreign emblems sent ashore pastel-coloured Equestrians, besuited griffons, and a few seafaring hippogriffs: observers of one of Kiria's first moves as a great power.
The attention had supercharged every rally into district-wide mass meetings. Every other conversation zeroed in on whether to move or to stay; prices of everything (from fruits to stocks) zig-zagged with each speculation on the city's future status; flags were drafted prematurely, made to mimic the triangular and flourishing style of the Realm's banners.
The assault on Torrid's senses forced him into a teahouse to cool down. Over soothing aromas and to the taste of healing waters, he could envision the excitement sweeping over all... and his hoof could partake in it, help construct that watershed moment for Blossom and maybe the world.
For these few weeks or so, amid whatever conflicts that were embroiling the world, all eyes would look here: the Realm's first dealing with the kirin of another nation...
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...and Blossom standing up to Kiria and Sen Kinh.
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City-State of Blossom Votes to Unite With Kiria
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[This.GetNewspaperHeader]After a referendum in the formerly Senkinese city, Blossom has voted to reunite with the Realm of Kiria. Citing the overwhelming support of pro-Kiria elements along with its history of being a Kirian tributary, the Mayoral Prefect stated that, "these hundreds of thousands of voices have spoken, and with such a stable and prosperous Realm willing to return us to the fold, what else can I say?" A column of the Matriarchal Retinue were the first government officials to arrive in the city after the results were declared, as emissaries of the Matriarch Superior. The hoofover of the city, which consisted of the ceremonial passing of Blossom's flag and artifacts from [1058.Owner.GetName]'s hoof, was attended and hosted by none other than the Kirian Premier herself, Autumn Blaze.
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Welcome back, Blossom! Long shall we prosper, together!
Well, then... (Nothing)
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City-State of Blossom Votes Against Uniting With Kiria
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[This.GetNewspaperHeader]Despite its cultural ties to Kiria, the Senkinese city of Blossom has voted against joining the Realm after a recent referendum declared a lack of support for the move, keeping the city in the hooves of [1058.Owner.GetName]. "We acknowledge the great melting pot that is this beautiful city," Blossom's Mayoral Prefect stated in a speech right after the vote was announced, "but Blossom is more than content to live and grow at its own pace, especially when we might not be able to keep up Kiria's lightning-fast modernisation efforts." [1058.Owner.GetLeader] later commented that, other than being of benefit to Sen Kinh, the referendum's results ensured the Blossomese that their future "would not be overshadowed by the resounding success of others."
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We've let them speak. We can be proud of that.
The old order is maintained.
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[From.GetName] proposes Mutual Defence Pact with [Root.GetName]
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[From.GetNameDefCap] has proposed that a Mutual Defence Pact be signed between our two nations.
Under the terms of the pact, we would be obliged to come to each other's defence if one of us is attacked by a third-party belligerent.
There would also be the enactment of close military cooperative ties between us, including military access and naval docking rights, to facilitate our mutual defence.
Finally, a non-aggression pact will be enacted, ensuring that there will be no war between our two nations.
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They are trustworthy allies. We say yes.
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This is not in our best interests. We say no, for now. (Nothing) AI logic:
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The Realm Needs More Kirin Like You
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"Mayor Bloom,
My name is Song Thrush. I hope this letter finds you well, and I hope it is not too selfish to wonder if you remember me. It was only when the Premier asked me to draft this letter that I realized we had met once before."
Mayflower cocked her head, and then remembered - Song Thrush, that inspiring RaHP activist from Lychee, near enough three years ago! Evidently she had moved up the ranks.
"At any rate. The success of your reforms as Mayor of Radiance have not gone unnoticed in the Realm and Harmony Party. While we would never ask you to renounce your own party, the Premier, on the advice of several of her aides, is interested in bringing you into her government to oversee an ambitious package of upcoming social and economic reforms. To be blunt, the Premier hopes you can help replicate your success in Radiance across the whole of the Realm, if the MMK is willing to spare you."
The letter went on to provide a number of details about the post that Mayflower knew she could review later. The important thing was that this would hardly be the step back from politics she was hoping for. But the chance to help improve the lives of literally millions of kirin...
"May, you look like you've seen a ghost," Lily said, putting a hoof onto Mayflower's shoulder and snapping her out of a trance she hadn't realized she'd slipped into. "Is it something bad?"
Mayflower gulped. Taking this offer would mean even less time with Lily. Not taking it would be... unbelievably selfish.
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She sighed. "I'm sorry about our vacation, but the Realm needs me in Vermilion."
She crumpled the letter up. "It's nothing. Let's get packed for Jubilee, love."
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The Demands of Peace
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Mayflower's speech denouncing the war reached its passionate core within minutes of her starting - she was not a mare to bluster uselessly.
"If there is a shred of decency left in Vermilion, then the government has no choice but to listen to reason and end this war at once. And not just end the war - completely, totally, unequivocally renounce everything that led us to this point.
I demand the withdrawal of all Kirian troops from Talarayi and the immediate and complete disbandment of KIRFORS!
I demand an immediate program of reparations to the zebras of Talarayi for the blood we have spilled and the treasures we have looted!
I demand an independent commission to investigate all allegations of war crimes committed by KIRFORS in the war!
I demand that the South Sea Venture Company be immediately dissolved, its assets nationalized, and its proprietors prosecuted for their brutality and warmongering!
And I demand that the Constitution of the Realm be amended to prohibit the Secretariat from ever authorizing such a naked campaign of conquest again!"
In the hours after Mayflower's speech, talk of strike actions, of solidarity, of draft-dodging and sit-ins, rippled through Radiance and through much of Greater Providence. Popular support for the Far South Intervention was never high, and Mayflower's shocking backdrop of wounded kirin as she denounced Autumn Blaze's acquiesence to the war has certainly struck a chord with many.
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The masses will only tolerate so much misadventure.
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... And So Does Business
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With Fickle Current still fuming at the head of the conference table, Cypress Snow stood up. "Next order of business. Under Section Ten of the Party Charter, I move to dismiss Chairkirin Fickle Current by two-thirds majority of the Executive Committee. Seconded?"
Over an incomprehensible outburst from a red-faced Fickle Current, Ardent Bloom calmly raised his hoof.
"All those in favor?" The entire Executive Committee raised their hooves. And before Fickle's eyes, the coup was completed, and the Chairkirinship he had just been stripped of was awarded jointly to Ardent and Cypress as a matter of course. At a mere nod from Ardent, NAKP security officers grabbed Fickle from behind.
As he struggled, Cypress walked over to him and sighed. "I would have seen a Kiria under our leadership too, you know. Would've probably made us all a whole lot richer. But we missed that ship. Face it, Fickle. Radicals scare away investors. And after that little outburst of yours? Well." He then turned to the security kirin. "Please escort Mr. Current to his office and help him remove his personal effects. He's no longer entitled to attend closed meetings of the Executive Committee."
Fickle Current was dragged kicking and cursing from the party he'd built, as Cypress and Ardent calmly signed onto Autumn Blaze's new constitution behind him.
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Money doesn't care about your feelings.
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Pansy's Proportionality Principle Of Warfare
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The instructor levelled her stern gaze at the hoof being raised near the back. "Yes, Cadet Wintergreen?"
Wintergreen stood up and cleared her throat. "Cirrus Pansy wrote that the Proportionality Principle of ethical conduct in war can also be reversed. If military necessity can justify a degree of harm to civilians, then ongoing harm to civilians also justifies a degree of military necessity to end that harm. If a nation's government is causing substantial harm to civilians and non-combatants through some policy or campaign, a military response may be justified. Pansy made clear that this justification only extended to the gravest of offenses against harmony, such as a massive violation of the basic natural rights of an entire population of creatures. Under such circumstances pacifism becomes un-harmonic, and the only acceptable course of action is an ethical, harmonic war to end the abuses."
The instructor nodded, impressed, and beckoned for Wintergreen to sit. "Yes. You won't hear about that in an Equestrian military college, but it is central to Pansy's thinking as much as any of the other principles are. I do not need to spell it out to you that as an increasingly capable harmonic nation ourselves, and with the state of Zebrica being that which it is, the possibility is not entirely distant that you might find yourself asked to take up arms on that same justification."
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The event “The Laws of War” option “The class fell silent, and then a hoof shot into the air.” |
Neutrality in the face of injustice is the side of the oppressor.
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The Volitionaries Triumphant
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Equestria's triumph against the Changeling forces means that it is time for our expedition, the Volitionary Corps, to return home. Some of them, at least.
Some of our soldiers, charmed by the spirit of harmony they found in Equestria, have been granted permission to stay there. For them, the new friends and new families they found on those faraway shores are now their home.
For many others, though their Realm would gladly have them back, their home is forevermore a soldier's grave in a forgotten corner of Equestria, or a name chiseled in alabaster on a memorial. In honor of our beliefs, the ponies have promised us they will respectfully cremate any kirin remains they find, and for those who are never found, Concord will know that they lie were they do because their fire burned bright to the end.
It was Equestria that saved us from the Silence, and now we have done our part in saving Equestria. General Bright Burn and his troops can come home as heroes.
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There are no debts among friends, only honest, earnest kindnesses.
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The Volitionaries Despondent
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The last days of the Kirin Volitionary Corps, as Equestria came crashing down around them, were a chaotic mess that our military historians are struggling to document and understand. A trickle of returning volitionaries tell contradictory stories, of valiant last stands in the face of Changeling armor, of chaotic retreats as kirin and pony alike broke and ran. What truly happened during Equestria's dying gasps, we may never know.
What we can know, is that some hundreds of kirin volitionaries are unaccounted for. Hiding out in the Equestrian countryside, perhaps in contact with the Equestrian resistance, or captured by the changeling forces, or simply struggling to return home from the far side of the world - the Realm's prayers are with them, as they are with our Equestrian friends now under Chrysalis's yoke.
General Bright Burn and his troops fought bravely - but now their battle is over.
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On nation capitulation |
I hope Applejack and Fluttershy are okay.
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The Volitionaries Ardent
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Equestria's Great War is over, and now our pony friends must recover from the bitter fighting that they have suffered. Following an impassioned plea from Kirian Premier Autumn Blaze and Matriarch-Superior Rain Shine herself, the Morning Secretariat has approved the deployment of several volunteer Banners to our Equestrian allies.
The newsreels are full of descriptions of a countryside devastated by conflict, with everything from bridges and dams to homes and farms having been destroyed. Autumn has hoof-picked General Bright Burn to select from the dozens of Banner commanders gladly offering up their formations, and oversee the process of reequipping them with bulldozers, cranes, and cable-layers in place of their tanks, artillery, and machine guns.
Thousands of bannerkirin, with combat artificers and pioneers heavily over-represented, are making their way to Equestria to lend a hoof, and shiploads of concrete, steel, and construction equipment are being loaded in harbors across the Realm. The Volitionaries will likely be just a drop in the bucket compared to the vast task of rebuilding Equestria - but every drop counts.
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Completing the national focus |
A friend in need, as they say.
 Kirin Volitionary Corps
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The Application Of Fundamental Principles
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In the evening following Rain Shine's christening of the Temerious Gale, two kirin made famous by their work on the ship were invited to a radio interview broadcast across the Realm. The host affably introduced them as Sage Snoot, the Realm's premier scholar of geomancy and numerology, and Doctor Lucent Shine, an Equestrian-trained engineer of some renown.
"So," began the host, "my understanding is that the newest and most innovative ship in the world is essentially the result of you two accidentally bumping into each other for coffee."
Sage chuckled, "I, well, that's, that's one way to put it - yes, we thought of the idea at a cafe. But really, it's the product of things we've been working on together for a while."
Lucent Shine spoke up next. "I mean, it's all very simple, isn't it? Wind is just air rushing to an area of lower pressure. Build a magical engine to create an area of low pressure yourself, put that engine on a sailing ship, and you can haul yourself around on your own breeze."
Sage's chuckle was more nervous this time. "Yes, well, actually designing that engine proved quite a trick, and we have our friends at Fragrance Enterprise to thank for their patience and their financial support, but... yes. Essentially, the ship can generate its own wind, using a magical engine mounted inside the bow."
The host gave an appreciative hum. "Well, I appreciate that you two don't want to boast, but really, this is being called one of the most impressive magitechnical breakthroughs of the century, anywhere in the world! Thousands of kirin have worked hard to make this idea a reality - it seems like it was a pretty good idea to me. And a good reminder for all those listening in at home that Kiria is only getting started on a new century of accomplishments!"
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The event “The Wind At Our Backs” option “Another marvel of science and magic! But how does it work?” |
What else can Kirian unity and progress create?
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The Supreme Commander Speaks
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The below descriptions are available for this event.
The following description is used if:
- Country flag KIR_FS_WAR_Hyssop_Garnet is set
- "Honourable Members! General Hyssop Garnet!" the doorkeeper shouted into the chamber as Hyssop Garnet bestrode the podium, uniform and medals shining in the light. He coughed to catch his breath, and looked onwards out on the assembled delegates.
"Members of the Secretariat and Honourable Ministers.
I am disappointed in this vote. As a proud bannerkirin of the Realm, I consider it my prime duty to ensure the realisation of an honourable peace in the Far South by the conclusion of the military intervention. And that, my dear friends, requires resources and kirinpower. Without kirin, without materiel or discretion, it is impossible to win any kind of war.
And this is what you all have done. You have sabotaged any chance for a quick resolution of this campaign out of your own fear of bad publicity. You are all so scared for your own reputations and careers that you would rather sacrifice more sons and daughters of the Realm on your own altar of respectability.
For my part, I will not let such attitudes become a hindrance to my command and my mandate. I enjoy the backing of the Ministers and the military. I will see this war through to the end, so help me Concord!"
The following description is used if:
- Country flag KIR_FS_WAR_Coral_River is set
- "Honourable Members! General Coral River!" the doorkeeper shouted into the chamber as Coral River bestrode the podium, uniform and medals shining in the light. She coughed to catch her breath, and looked onwards out on the assembled delegates.
"Members of the Secretariat and Honourable Ministers.
I acknowledge the outcome of this vote. As a general of the Vermilion and Kirian Army, I consider it my prime duty to finish our mission in the Far South in as clean and quick a manner as possible. However, I acknowledge the need for our mission to be a limited one. I consider the recent vote to be a backing of this course of action and I will work to implement this.
I ask, however, that the Morning Secretariat abstain from interference in the day-to-day decision making of Kirian Forces South, and to concern themselves instead with the overarching political considerations. I will continue to work to find alternate solutions to the current crisis, and to keep the Morning Secretariat fully informed of any developments that might arise."
"Thank you for your time."''
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The event “Re: Impending Rebellion in Secretariat” option “Delegate-Speaker Fern Flare MMS.” |
Immediate effects
Because we exceed this limit by <15 Battalions and Support Companies, we receive the following debuffs: - Political Power Gain: -25% - Attack against Minor Countries: -20% - Defense against Minor Countries: -20% - Breakthrough against Minor Countries: -20% - Offensive War Penalty Stability Modifier: -15% - Institutional Stability: KDWLM3A_var Because we exceed this limit by >15 Battalions and Support Companies, we receive the following debuffs: - Political Power Gain: -50% - Attack against Minor Countries: -25% - Defense against Minor Countries: -25% - Breakthrough against Minor Countries: -25% - Offensive War Penalty Stability Modifier: -25% - Institutional Stability: KDWLM3B_var Because we exceed this limit by >25 Battalions and Support Companies, we receive the following debuffs: - Political Power Gain: -75% - Attack against Minor Countries: -50% - Defense against Minor Countries: -50% - Breakthrough against Minor Countries: -50% - Offensive War Penalty Stability Modifier: -45% - Institutional Stability: KDWLM3C_var Because we exceed this limit by >35 Battalions and Support Companies, we receive the following debuffs: - Political Power Gain: -100% - Attack against Minor Countries: -75% - Defense against Minor Countries: -75% - Breakthrough against Minor Countries: -75% - Offensive War Penalty Stability Modifier: -75% - Institutional Stability: KDWLM3D_var Because we exceed this limit by >45 Battalions and Support Companies, we receive the following debuffs: - Political Power Gain: -125% - Attack against Minor Countries: -75% - Defense against Minor Countries: -75% - Breakthrough against Minor Countries: -75% - Offensive War Penalty Stability Modifier: -75% - Institutional Stability: KDWLM3E_var Because we exceed this limit by >55 Battalions and Support Companies, we receive the following debuffs: - Political Power Gain: -150% - Attack against Minor Countries: -100% - Defense against Minor Countries: -100% - Breakthrough against Minor Countries: -100% - Offensive War Penalty Stability Modifier: -100% - Institutional Stability: KDWLM3F_var Realm & Harmony Party Backbench Revolt: - Daily Political Power Gain: -4.50
- Daily Command Power Gain: KDWRaHP_Var
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Option conditions
Are we sure he's sane?
The maximum number of Battalions and Support Companies, excluding Irregular Infantry, that we may field in Ipagapened, Balaganeigh, Balisilak, Tukiday, Glaan and Karuyungan is [?KIR.KDWLM1_var
And hopefully she does.
The maximum number of Battalions and Support Companies, excluding Irregular Infantry, that we may field in Ipagapened, Balaganeigh, Balisilak, Tukiday, Glaan and Karuyungan is [?KIR.KDWLM1_var | |
The Rogue Mandate
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"We've tried to deliver the new orders to General Garnet's headquarters." The messenger, a bureaucrat from the Overseas Affairs Bureau, panted. "We're not getting any response. We tried to coordinate with a troop transport to get the message delivered... they were shot upon landing, we barely got a response from them before the ship was seized. We finally got a response back..." she showed Autumn Blaze the brief telegram that had come from KIRFORS.
'To Tartarus with all of you. I did not bury thousands of kirin here to have weak-kneed politicians and spineless bureaucrats abandon all we fought for. If you don't have the strength to finish this, I will if I so have to kill every last savage myself.'
Autumn Blaze had to sit down, covering her face in despair, and the day would only get worse as more reports began to tumble in. KIRFORS had gone rogue, seizing full control of the area and planning to continue the war by any means necessary. Now unburdened by the rules of engagement and renamed into the Far South Purification Army, they were embarking on a campaign of genocide against the Talarayian zebras.
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The event “Mandate's End” option “Somehow, things got even worse.” |
What have we done...?
The £FSAN_flag Far South Purification Army will continue the conquest of Talarayi under the leadership of Nirik Warlord Hyssop Garnet.
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The Kirian Invasion!
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They lay claim to our shores, pollute our waters, despoil our living environment, seize our natural resources and pillage our riches. The brutality and venality of the Kirian invaders know no bounds. And they call themselves "harmonists"!
But time is on our side. Our informants and scryers tell us that their own hypocritical political system and its pretensions to harmonic democracy will be their downfall. In Kiria those who retain a shred of conscience or decency are already agitating against this unjust invasion of our sacred homeland.
We estimate that the Kirian will to continue this invasion will run out after a year, give or take several months. After that, they will withdraw. We must hold on!
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As an immediate effect of the “The Far South Expeditionary Force” event |
We must resist until they leave.
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