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Realm of Kiria's events (kirin_republic ids 1 - 1101 from /1826643372/events/Kirin Events.txt). This category is dedicated to the communist breakaway state, the Fraternal Republic led by Rising Sun, and its own breakways state, the Revolutionary Fragrance.
Kirin Republic
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A New Fire Rises
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Rising Sun softly smiled with pleasure as she looked out over the crowd that had gathered to hear her speak. Hundreds of kirin stood on the shores of the Great Mellifluve, where only an hour earlier, they had used pitchforks, scythes, sledgehammers, and whatever other tools they could get their hooves on to rout the garrison of Vermilion loyalists who had tried to reassert order over Chrysanthemum. The garrison had been armed with rifles, but they were only forty against four hundred. It hadn't been much of a fight at all, but now that blood had been spilled, Rising Sun knew there was no turning back.
"My faithful foals!" Rising shouted, her voice carrying out over the crowd, sweet and enticing. "The Silence is over, and today, we have brought about its destined conclusion. The corrupt mystics of The Way of Fire who ruled over us from Vermilion have been cast aside from our lands, and today, The Rising Fire steps forward to do our duty to Concord. Where the hedonists in Vermilion have twisted and perverted Concord's divine will to suit their own interests, we kirin of the west stand true and stand firm to her ideals. For too long, the hedonists have oppressed the kirin of the Realm by claiming to speak with the voice of Concord, and forcing us to act as they behave through their lies. But why do they not want the common kirin to commune with Concord directly? Why do they insist that they are the only ones who can interpret her will, and then in turn tell us what her will is?
"The answer is simple," she declared, her eyes coming alive like a growing flame. "Because they do not wish for us to know Concord's will. In their corruption, they have forced their will upon us, and called it Concord's. They have even ensnared our beloved Matriarch Superior in their lies. But we shall fall for them no more! The Rising Fire has always encouraged every kirin to seek to understand Concord's will on their own, and that understanding has brought us to where we are today. We all know what Concord wishes of us: she wishes us to stand strong, to stand together, and to support every kirin with equality, justice, and peace. The west has figured this out, but the rest of the Realm remains oblivious. And so they shall until we can bring The Rising Fire to the gates of Vermilion and set our Matriarch free from the clutches of those who have entangled her in lies!" She raised her hoof into the air. "Today marks the beginning of Kiria's salvation! The Rising Fire shall save Kiria from corruption and oppression! And we shall march to Vermilion and rescue the Matriarch, or we shall all die trying!"
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 Concord wills it! Concord is with us!
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A Massacre Uncovered
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[This.GetNewspaperHeader]Radios all across Kiria lit up today with the voice of Rising Sun, the leader of the Rising Fire movement in the seceded western region of Kiria. Vowing to reveal the truth of Matriarch Rain Shine's corrupt and villainous advisors, Rising Sun broke the news to all of Kiria that it was Vermilion's own agents, the Banner of the Covered Cage, that was responsible for the complete annihilation of the prospering town of Sunrise several decades ago. Whether Matriarch Rain Shine did not have the chance to break this news to her subjects herself or was complicit in its secrecy, none can say for certain. Rising Sun turned the news of the massacre into a rallying cry for kirin all across the Realm to join the Rising Fire in saving Kiria by freeing Rain Shine from the corrupt advisors in the capital. Her words have already begun to stir up support from commonkirin throughout the fractured realm, threatening the stability of her competitors.
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 We must avenge Sunrise and save the Matriarch!
Memory of the Sunrise Massacre icon Memory of the Sunrise Massacre
Kirin still care about a massacre sixty years ago?
How did this happen? How did she find out?
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A Message for the Realm
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"Citizens of Kiria, my name is Rising Sun. I am speaking to you from a radio station in Chrysanthemum, and I have an important message for you. Already there are countless lies in circulation about who I am and what the Rising Fire stands for, all spread by kirin who are not only my enemies, but the enemies of a free Kiria, and the enemies of Concord Herself. The Rising Fire teaches us that Concord is different things to different kirin, and so I shall channel this teaching into my address for the many ears I am reaching throughout the Realm.
"For the devout followers of the Rising Fire, wherever you may be, and for the citizens of the Fraternal Republic of Kiria, know this: a new day has dawned, and the sunrise is beautiful and brilliant. We shall all march forward together to bring about the blessed glory of this brand new day, and our teachings and way of life shall free and liberate all of our brothers and sisters still languishing under oppression. Our just cause cannot be stopped.
"For those longing to be liberated from corruption, from hedonism, from injustice, know this: The Rising Fire marches to throw off your shackles, and to welcome you into our cause. You will know only peace, and duty, and our indomitable faith in our most holy Concord. No longer will you be forced to bow before a corrupt clergy, forced to pay tithes you cannot afford just to provide them lavish riches and wasteful excesses. What you earn by your blood, sweat, and tears will be yours to keep, and together, we shall cast down the parasites that drink your blood and force you into ruin. Our righteous cause cannot be stopped.
For our most holy Matriarch Superior Rain Shine, who languishes in her gilded cage in Vermilion, know this: our armies march to your summons, and the hour of your freedom will soon be upon you. You are the most divine creature in this mortal realm, and your union with Concord's divinity entitles you to the right to rule over the kirin people. But you are beset upon all sides by those that would use you and deceive you, kirin that claim to be your friends but use your name for their own selfish ends. Though your words may be controlled by the priests who claim to speak for you, rebuke them at every opportunity you can! Speak in the defense of the Rising Fire! The people of Kiria must know the truth! Our holy cause cannot be stopped!
"And for those of you who would stand against the Rising Fire, know this: your fates have been sealed, and your end is coming soon. Repent and join the Rising Fire, or burn in your sin. Our mighty cause cannot be stopped!"
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The hour of Kiria's liberation is at hoof!
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Divine Defense and Overwhelming Offense
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Rising Sun had gathered her closest confidants about her in the central chamber of Chrysanthemum's largest temple. She had made the space her center of command for the time being, and she felt some sense of irony about it. Here, in these perfumed chambers, she had once studied the Way of Fire as a young acolyte, and had spent countless hours debating the mystics on theology. Now, so many years later, she had returned as the senior-most priestess of the Rising Fire, and this grand temple would be the first coal that would set Kiria ablaze with righteous passion.
Gathered about her were several kirin she trusted the most. On her left was Dayspring Rose, the acolyte she had taken under her wing, and on her right was Kindling Flash, one of the most influential grassroots preachers in the west, and the stallion from whom Rising Sun had first learned of the Rising Fire while in Verdant. Sitting opposite them were the soldiers Tinder Blaze and Fern Thorn, two of the precious few kirin loyal to the Rising Fire with any kind of military experience whatsoever. Rising Sun and her companions listened in dutiful silence as Tinder Blaze explained their situation. "The simple fact of the matter is devotion and fervor will only get us so far. You can get a hundred peasants to charge in the name of Concord, but they will all be killed by a hundred shots from a hundred riflekirin at a hundred yards. Our troops, if you could call them that, are equipped with antique swords, farm equipment, and primitive firearms. Once Vermilion recovers from the shock of our violent secession, we will be crushed in short order."
"Concord would not allow her true faithful to be so short an order," retorted a priestess of minor reknown, whose name eluded Rising Sun. "She will protect us on the field of battle and bring a swift end to our enemies."
"Concord is not here to solve our problems for us; like a good mother, She provides us with the means to attain our success, and it is up to us to accomplish it." Dayspring Rose's rebuke was wise beyond her years, and Rising Sun nodded in approval of apt quoting of Concord's teachings. Her protege then turned to the soldiers. "If this is what Concord has provided us, then it is up to us to find success with it. How can we do that, Bannerkirin?"
"We will have to fight unconventionally," Fern Thorn concluded. "We will never win a pitched battle, but if we carefully maneuver and deploy our forces, we can bait Vermilion into traps and ambushes. If we encircle our enemy a few banners at a time, no amount of firepower or discipline will save them from destruction when peasants ready to die in Concord's name charge them from all sides. We will trade land for lives where necessary, and if we are careful enough, we can make sure that the lives lost are the heretics', not ours."
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This is Concord's will, and thus it shall be done.
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A Call to Arms
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Thousands of kirin had gathered in the fields outside of Chrysanthemum's ancient walls, packed shoulder to shoulder as they tried to get a look at the orange-robed mare standing on the bed of a wagon in their midst. They were kirin from every trot of life, from faithful and devoted acolytes of the Rising Fire to the peasants and volunteers who had answered the call to fight for their freedom from the oppressors in Vermilion. But they were all united in one belief, the belief that if they did not fight, then they would languish in slavery, and the mare standing before them was the only one who could save them.
Rising Sun looked out at the kirin assembled all around her, and as she began to speak, she slowly turned in a circle, making sure all of the kirin present had an opportunity to see her face, meet her eyes, and know that the words she spoke were the complete and utter truth of the world. "We are all, each of us, a soldier who fights in Concord's name," she proclaimed. "Though we may not all fight on the field of battle, we each find a way to contribute to our divine and righteous war against the heretics and nonbelievers who rule over our country. With our words, with our weapons, with our sacrifices, we shall march through our beautiful Realm, overcoming the ineffectual challenges of those who would stand against Concord's divine will. Like a fire sweeping over the dry grasses of a plain scorched under the stifling summer sun, so too shall our cause sweep over Kiria, growing stronger the longer we march. In every town, in every village, we shall find more kirin to join our cause, and our strength will grow while those who stand against us grow weak and weary. We shall overwhelm our enemies with our indomitable will, and the Rising Fire will be the flame that cleanses and scours the land! We shall march onto Vermilion, and when we do, the heretics of old, the Way of Fire, shall be no more. No more shall they oppress us! No more shall they bleed us for everything we possess to satiate their selfish greed! We shall take Kiria back from the hooves who have poisoned it so, and in so doing, we shall once again restore the Realm to Concord's divine rule! Fight on, keep the faith, and we shall have victory everlasting!"
Her words were met with thunderous cries and the stamping of hooves. Some kirin were even weeping in their passion, and a euphoric frenzy rolled through the crowd. Soon, a chant had been taken up, echoing over and over again, screamed into the heavens by a thousand voices:
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"For Concord and Kiria! For Concord and Kiria!"
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Rising Sun's Doctrine of Momentum
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Artillery rumbled in the background, many miles away, providing its own thunder to rival that of the storm bearing down on General Ember Glow's camp. The winds and rain tore at the canvas flaps of her tent, and water seeping in under the bottom was slowly turning her personal quarters into a quagmire of mud. A map was laid out on the wooden table in front of her, along with a battery-powered radio in the corner. Through it came Rising Sun's voice, making yet another patriotic proclamation to the kirin of the Fraternal Republic, her bravado and passion a serviceable distraction from the unpleasant weather. "Kirin of the Republic!" Rising Sun proclaimed through the static. "As we grow in strength, our enemies, the decadent Vermilion Realm, rotting and rotten to the core, shall grow ever weaker. The balance of power rests on a single point, and as one of us rises, the other shall fall. For every mile we take, every heretic we end, every foal of Concord we liberate, our cause grows stronger, and Vermilion's pathetic resolve grows weaker. We shall march onto the Matriarch's holy city ever faster, ever stronger, and Vermilion's vise grip on our beautiful Realm shall crumble by the hour. For there is no force as great as that of our Mother, our beautiful Concord, and the divine will through which she empowers us. Her favor will turn the tide of the war and spread the Rising Fire throughout the Realm!
"Times may seem dire now," Rising Sun continued, her voice dropping from impassioned to reassuring, "but it will not always be so. All we must do is survive the initial onslaught from the heretics, and we shall emerge stronger than ever before. Turn away their clumsy strike and deliver a deadly riposte, fighting with every ounce of your being to overwhelm and destroy our enemy. We will hold the line, we will counterattack, and we will soon go on the offensive. Remember, everything you do, you do for Kiria and Concord! Fight until your dying breath, and then fight some more! Concord's Holy Fires shall be our divine fury!"
Ember Glow could only look up from her map and shake her head as Rising Sun's voice was replaced with thunderous applause. In place of tactics and doctrine, the First Priestess relied on passion and divine favor to secure victory for the Republic. But with inexperienced soldiers, little supplies, and no other option, the General could only hope that Rising Sun's impassioned pleas would somehow turn the tide.
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The only thing we have on our side is Concord. It will have to be enough.
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The Voice of Concord
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"For what do we, the pious, the true believers, have to fear in death? There is nothing to fear behind the veil of death. There will not be darkness or despair; rather, each and every one of us, when we die, will be welcomed into Concord's loving embrace, and the spark that lives within us will rejoin the great Primordial Fire that She so carefully tends to."
Kindling Flash looked out over the kirin gathered around him as he let his words sink in. They had come from nothing, the downtrodden peasants as poor as the land they worked through the Silence, but now the Rising Fire had risen them to greatness. They were the instruments of Concord's will, and he was Her herald. "But just because we should not fear death does not mean we should hasten to embrace it," Kindling Flash continued. "Each of us may be a spark of Her will, but without fuel, even the greatest fires will wither and die. It is up to us to provide fuel for Her fire, to toil in Her service, to bring about the manifestation of Her most divine will before our own sparks fade away. In the battles to come, many of us will fade away as we give the ultimate sacrifice for Concord, but our work will fuel the fire that will set the Realm ablaze in heavenly light. And against the tumultuous winds of our enemies, the heretics and hypocrites that would see our work undone, the foreigners and conquerors that would enslave us, we shall stand firm. We shall never retreat, and we shall never surrender! We fight with Concord's blessing, and her blessing will give us victory! Let all who take up the torch of her blessed will be hailed as heroes, and let all who cower from their destiny be thrown into darkness!"
At that moment, the artillery placed on the hills around them began to fire with a frenzy, and Kindling Flash grabbed a rifle in his magic and lifted it into the air. "We fight for Concord! We fight for Kiria! We fight for the Rising Fire! And today, we will be victorious! Now, my brothers and sisters of the faith..."
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"CHARGE!!!"
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Taking Up the Cause
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"The Rising Fire fights for the Matriarch! The Rising Fire fights for Kiria! The Rising Fire needs you, sons and daughters of Kiria, to fight in its name!"
The kirin was dressed in the simple red robes of the Rising Fire, and in his magic he held dozens of bells fashioned to a wooden rod that he shook to summon a clatter of jangling wherever he went. This was his fourth trip up and down the main street of the tiny village of Chenar, and he had already amassed a small collection of kirin to parade around with him. Many carried the few worldly possessions they needed with them in burlap bags, while some followed with nothing at all. But what they lacked in material wealth, they shared in spiritual and patriotic fervor. All were willing to fight in the name of the Rising Fire, and all would give everything they had to see it triumph over the Fraternal Republic's enemies.
At the end of town, two kirin, one old, one young, hugged a young mare standing in the front lawn of a hovel, her bags packed with clothes, food, and an antique sword. "Do not go, Cerise," the old kirin said, a stallion who had seen numerous winters pass before eyes now heavy with tears. "The farm needs you. Your parents in the fields need you. You know nothing of war. What will you do with that sabre when the soldiers of Vermilion fight with rifles? You will be killed for nothing!"
"If I die, I will have died for something, grandfather" the young mare said, her voice confident and adamant. "It is my duty, my patriotic duty to Kiria and to Concord Herself, to save the Matriarch and the Realm. Do you not hear the mystic's words? Everykirin must do their part. I have been practicing my swordwork, I am strong and fit, and I will do my part to save the Realm. If you cannot give me your blessing to fight for Kiria, then at least give me your prayers to keep me safe."
At this, she gave her grandfather one last hug, and then slipped out of his embrace to join the procession in the streets. Her grandfather broke down into sobs as she turned tail on him and left, and Cerise did her best to block out his cries with her house disappearing behind her. It was only when she had made it to the town square that she felt her younger brother cling onto her hind leg. "I'm coming with you!" the colt announced. "Together, we'll fight for glory and make mom and dad proud. We'll save Kiria together, and we'll save them!"
Cerise grinned as she turned aside to hug her brother. "Yes we will, Cinnabar," she said, pressing her horn against his. "We'll be the heroes Kiria needs. Together."
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Such patriotic passion from ones so young!
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Concord Giveth...
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"The blessings of Concord be upon you and your family," the mystic said, vermilion powder coating her cleft hoof as she rubbed it on the nose scales of the farmer standing before her. "For all that you give, Concord will return to you a hundredfold, when the flames of the Rising Fire burn brightest at the break of day."
Behind the mystic, a pair of soldiers dressed in the crimson uniforms of the Rising Fire's militia loaded up a beat-up wooden wagon with sheafs of wheat, barrels of carrots, and crates of onions and cabbages. The plants on the fields around them were bare, freshly harvested, and more farmers worked between the rows of crops to package the produce in crates for transportation. The farmer before the mystic, with the vermilion dye freshly rubbed onto her scales, bowed her head in deference, but she watched her family at work in the fields with a hint of worry. "I remain one of Concord's faithful," she said, and she slowly raised her head. "But what of my family? We are willing to give all that we can for the soldiers on the front, but how can we survive the winter if Concord asks for all of our harvest?"
The mystic only smiled sweetly back at her. "Concord provides for all the faithful in their time of need, just as you have provided for the Rising Fire in the moment of its greatest challenges. Through her benevolent wisdom, she will ensure that you will be cared for through the winter, and your family fed." She turned to the soldiers, who nodded back at her and began to haul the cart away. Moments later, the mystic gave the farmer one last nod and departed along with them.
The farmer could only stand in place and watch them go, and she worriedly bit her lip as she watched her harvest disappear down the road. "But how?" she wondered aloud, the question remaining unanswered in the empty fields.
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...and Concord taketh away.
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The Flame that Scours, the Fire that Cleanses
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Rising Sun stood before the two kirin brought before her, one mare and one stallion, as they bowed their heads in greeting to the chief priestess of the Rising Fire. They were the commanders of her two newest banners, the Banner of the Scouring Flame, and the Banner of the Cleansing Fire, together in union forming the Sanctified Banners, and they each had a job to do. "The Sanctified Banners are the newest forces committed to the fight to uphold Concord's benevolent authority, but you shall not see action on the battlefield," she told them. "Yours is a war that shall be fought and won far from the front lines. Yours is a war of the soul, a war to protect the spark of the Primordial Flame that burns within each and every one of us. Your actions will be just as important to our victory as the actions of the soldiers fighting in the mud and blood at the front."
She turned to the stallion on the left. "Golden Lumen, you are my commander for the Banner of the Scouring Flame. To you, I entrust the important task of following the soldiers on the front lines and making sure that our territory is pacified and compliant to the Rising Fire. You will go to [Root.Capital.GetName] and conduct anti-partisan operations there, where Vermilion loyalists are spreading lies among our people like a disease. You will strike hard, and strike fast. You will smoke them out like rats, and like rats, they will be dealt with like the vermin they are. Make sure that your solution sends a clear message to those that would oppose the Rising Fire."
Then she turned to the mare on her right. "Linseed Gilding, you are my commander for the Banner of the Cleansing Fire. To you, I entrust the important task of maintaining the spiritual purity and devotion of the Republic. You will travel to the village of Sunflower in the Jade Expanse and cleanse the heretical and corrupting influences that infest that city. There, they believe that there should be no priests or mystics, that everykirin is able to commune freely with Concord. But while nokirin should ever truly be separated from Concord, how can they hope to understand their communion without the mystics who have studied to guide them? They will fall astray and be misled, and their heresy will destroy the Republic from within. Their misguided beliefs must not be allowed to spread. I want a stop put to those heretical practices, permanently."
Both kirin bowed before Rising Sun in acknowledgement, and she dismissed them with a wave of her hoof. "Go, then. See to it that your missions are a success. I eagerly await news of your accomplishments."
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May Concord help us to create a better Republic and a safer Kiria.
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For Those About to Die
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"I will not lie to you. What you are about to embark on will not be easy. But you know the terrain better than the dogs of Vermilion, and their numbers will not save them when the fire of Concord's fury crashes down upon them. Be with your families and get some rest. We march at first light tomorrow."
The bannerkirin commander watched the kirin of the village disperse back to their homes, many sharing excited yet nervous whispers about the glory to come tomorrow. Yet there would be little glory for them to share in tomorrow; they would likely be killed almost to the last, and those that did survive the assault would have no fond memories of the horrors they were about to witness. It bothered the commander, and she turned away to return to her tent.
Halfway there, her subordinate caught up to her. "Is something wrong, ma'am?" the younger kirin asked. "If you're worried about the battle tomorrow, I have the utmost confidence in the conscripts. They're ready to fight and die for the Republic and for Concord."
"I have no doubt in the inevitability of our success," the commander responded, slowing a half-step for her subordinate to fall in beside her. "But it will not come without great cost to the kirin of this village. This isn't the first time I've had to recruit the local population into an impromptu vanguard. They aren't here to fight; they're here to die, to buy time for the banner to make up ground and start our assault. They die so the soldiers like us don't have to."
"Doubts may plague us, commander, but we must remember that we all fight and we all sacrifice for the good of the Realm," the other kirin assured her. "Every kirin that is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice brings us one step closer to victory. We can never lose faith in the righteousness of our cause, that we do what we must to create a better Realm. The means may saddle us with guilt, but surely that guilt is better than living with the knowledge that we did not do everything we could to bring about a more perfect Realm?" She nodded to herself and added, "That guilt would be the most bitter of all to me, ma'am."
The bannerkirin commander slowly shook her head. "You may be right. It is better to sacrifice and win than to be timid and lose. But that does not mean it gets easier to send kirin into the jaws of certain death." She sighed and offered the lieutenant a salute. "Get some rest. We need to be in position to do our part when they do theirs tomorrow. Otherwise, it's all for naught."
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We must be willing to do whatever it takes to win.
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Common Metal for the Common Good
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"Come on, Daddy! The Republic needs our help!" A kirin filly banged a tin cup against a large metal wok she held in her flickering magic, skipping in circles around a stallion hefting a wheelbarrow in his magic. Inside the wooden wheelbarrow were all sorts of metalware, from pots and pans to old farming equipment like trowels, scythes, and spades. The two kirin joined a small procession of villagers, all carrying their own metalware, to a great stone furnace in the center of town.
"There are things we can live without, Comet," the father said to his daughter. "But I still do not think giving up our wok to the Republic is a good idea. How will Mommy cook your favorite meals?"
"With fire!" Comet exclaimed, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. "We're kirin, that means we can be fire and stuff! That's what the mare in the red robes in town said! That's why we gotta do our part!"
The father frowned at the congregation of kirin in the center of town, surrounding the furnace. One by one, each kirin deposited their metalware into the heart of the furnace, where a great crucible heated by nirik melted it down into crude pig iron. The mare in the red robes, a priestess of the Rising Fire, preached with fiery passion about the sacrifices everykirin must make to the Realm and to Concord, and her words whipped the crowd into such a frenzy that kirin would let their passions get the better of them and slip into the nirik state, only to hop into the furnace with the other nirik and add their heat to the fire. It was almost blasphemous—wasn't the point of the kirin religion to prevent the temptations of the nirik state? But Kiria had changed so much in such a short time that he did not know for certain anymore.
It wasn't long before father and daughter made their way to the front of the line, and Comet giggled gleefully as she hurled the family wok into the furnace. "We're doing our part!" she proudly proclaimed, though her father only managed a smile for her sake. His thoughts were on more pressing concerns, such has how to prepare dinner when they returned from town. But the look on Comet's face convinced him he was doing the right thing. He had to be; but he could only hope for his daughter's sake that she was right.
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When the Republic triumphs, it will all be worth it.
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The Newest Generation of Kiria's Finest!
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"Chrysanthemum is the bastion of the Rising Fire! It is the home of our great leader, First Priestess Rising Sun! It is the heart of the Fraternal Revolution, and it shall withstand any attack or siege by our cowardly enemies! So long as one pious and patriotic citizen of this city lives it will not fall!"
Bannerkirin Chaplain-Commander Hot Air proudly puffed out her chest at those words, her gaze wandering over her awed crowd—of foals. Fifteen or twenty foals, chaperoned by one sleeping grandparent in a rocking chair in the back, had gathered around Hot Air's small stage, wide eyes fixated on the bannerkirin, or perhaps the couple of kirin hanging from the gallows behind her, each with a placard hanging around their name stating their crimes. Though the crimes written down on each placard, such as the hoarding of food or shirking conscription, probably meant nothing to the illiterate foals in front of her, Hot Air couldn't afford to be picky with her grand speech. After all, with most of the town's adult populace either already fighting on the front or busy building defenses around the neighborhood, she was just happy to have any kind of audience whatsoever. "You are the strength of the Rising Fire, the backbone that will allow it to weather any heretical assault by our enemies!" she proudly proclaimed. "If this city falls, it will not be the end of the fight. You will go to ground and fight anywhere, any way, at any time you can, until the conquerors have no choice but to flee before their occupation becomes their doom! You will inform your fellow citizens of their patriotic duty to fight until the bitter end comes, no matter how it may, and that to submit to the enemy is a cowardly affront to Concord herself! And lest you think our only foes be those from beyond our borders, think again! The enemy could be among us, and we must be ever vigilant for traitors in our ranks!"
At this point, one of the foals bravely ventured to raise his hoof in the air. "Missus Bannerkirin?" the colt asked, shrinking back a bit from her intimidating attention. "Umm... I have to go to the outhouse..."
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Fine! But be on the lookout for spies!
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The Bookstorm
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The rafts glided silently along the waters of the Great Mellifluve, the kirin huddled on them quieter than the dead as they guided them into the reed-lined shore of the river's eastern bank. The mud and plants softened the impact of their landing, and like wraiths, three dozen kirin swarmed off the rafts and stole up on the village overlooking the water without a sound. Steel glinted under the starlight, with some blades catching a yellow edge from the candles burning in the windows of nearby homes.
A pair of soldiers on sentry duty chatted under the flickering electric light of the town administrator's office, rifles slung around their shoulders. It had been another quiet night for them, save for the occasional distant rumble of artillery far to the north. But that changed in an instant when a ferocious rebel yell sounded from all around the village. They both jumped and raised their weapons, but were cut down in a hail of bullets as kirin clad in black and crimson burst into the light, smashing through windows or kicking down doors in an intense coordinated assault. Screaming and shouting broke out throughout the village as the town's garrison tried to respond, but it was a hopeless endeavor. Within half an hour, the entire garrison had been killed or driven from the streets, and teams of kirin proudly wearing the colors of the Rising Fire began to move from building to building, chasing out anykirin inside and setting fire to the contents.
Soon, all the marauders gathered in front of the town library and forced open the doors. As soon as they entered, they immediately began to raid the shelves, pocketing any and all literary material they could get their hooves on, and dumping scrolls into sacks by the score. But they all paused when one of their members called out in surprise, and moments later hauled over a kirin stallion with thick rimmed glasses perched on his scaly nose, depositing him on the floor in front of a circle of raiders. The leader of their gang, a slender kirin with white coat and red scales, used her magic to get a look at the stallion's face and raised an eyebrow. "Sage Snoot, is it? We heard you might be around here."
"P-Please, d-don't hurt m-me," Sage stammered, trying to shield his face with his forelegs. "This is a B-Bookstorm, right? The locals m-mentioned it. B-But I thought you were only after b-books!"
"Knowledge is what we're after," the mare corrected him, and she turned to her second-in-command. "He's a learned kirin, a scientist of some renown around these parts. Take him with us; the Rising Fire will benefit greatly from his service."
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What's more valuable than books? The kirin who wrote them!
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Desperate Offense
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Little Lotus shivered in the rain. She huddled in the mud at the bottom of a ditch alongside a muddy road, the angry black clouds of the storm blotting out almost any light from the sky. Her stomach ached from hunger, and her knee was swollen and turning an angry red. The laceration running its length had started weeping yellow with pus, and it hurt to move. But the throbbing ache was the only thing that reminded her she was alive.
She hadn't been prepared for war. She and her sister, Orchid, had been conscripted with half the adults from her little village, given a sword, a week's rations, and a canteen of water, and sent to the front lines to fight for the Republic. Their first contact with the enemy from Vermilion had been a disaster. Vanguards had shattered her ad hoc regiment with fire and fury in minutes, and the survivors had scattered to the winds, fleeing for their lives. Lotus didn't know where her sister was; she didn't know if Orchid was alive or dead. Lotus had fled into the woods when the kirin next to her lost his horn to a bullet, and afterwards, she had been too terrified to go back and look for Orchid. Instead, she only fled deeper into the woods, though her flight turned into a limp when she slipped on a mossy rock, fell, and sliced her hind knee open on a spur of shale jutting out from the ground. From there, she had limped for three days until she found Banner-Sergeant Last Stand, who had taken her into his unit of survivors. But instead of retreating west, he had advanced to the east, and promised to personally shoot anykirin that shirked their duty to Concord and the Rising Fire. They were to fight behind enemy lines, attacking anything they could to disrupt the supplies of the Vermilion loyalists. Even from the front lines, they could still see the Rising Fire to glory.
A bird's call sounded out from the nearby trees, though Lotus knew it wasn't a bird, but a warning. Grimacing as she forced herself to peek over the edge of the ditch, Lotus saw a column of two dozen kirin escorting a couple of wagons laden with supplies moving toward her. Swallowing hard, she retreated back into the ditch and pulled her sword out of the cloth protecting it. The supply train was wandering right into Last Stand's ambush, and as soon as she heard the signal, she was to leap out of the ditches and undergrowth with the rest of the survivors and attack it. The ambush party had just as many kirin as the escort, but Lotus shivered when she saw that the escort had modern rifles with shiny bayonets fixed on the end. They were well-fed, well-equipped, and well-trained; Lotus was starving, sick, and scared. But when she heard the signal and the cry went up from the sides of the road, she forced herself to stand and hobble toward the wagon, only to lock eyes with a soldier who pointed his rifle at her and fired.
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"My apologies for the weak tea. I have to ration what I can get ahold of; we all do."
"It's quite alright," Dayspring Rose said as she set her teacup back onto the crate she was using as a table. "It's the same story all across the country. I wouldn't expect it to be any different here in the army camp."
The other kirin in the camp, Kindling Flash, flashed her an apologetic smile and sat down across from her, a cup of tea in his own magic as well. "Well, while the Rising Fire may have cut out all the wasteful excesses of the mystics of the Way of Fire, the temples in Chrysanthemum are still better supplied than an army camp near the front lines. How goes the work there, old friend? I've been so busy keeping morale up at the front that I haven't had the time to check in on the progress you've made in creating our new government."
"Our people are receptive to our work," Dayspring assured him. "They're a pious and plain folk that have been abandoned by Vermilion for so long. But their loyalty is beautiful and humbling. We have so little to give them, yet we ask so much of them. Their willingness to give, and give without complaint, assures me that what we're doing is right. Just."
"The kirin of the west are hardy creatures," Kindling agreed with her. "They are content with life's simple pleasures, not the lavish frivolities of Vermilion. Yet even still, I sometimes cannot help but feel like we betray their trust. We requisition their supplies and conscript them en masse into our armies, all to emerge victorious in a struggle to topple an apathetic regime that has plagued them for so long. We offer them little choice in the matter, only the promise of a better tomorrow."
"Have faith in Rising Sun's plan," Dayspring Rose said. "My mentor has thought this all out at length. She understands the necessity of the measures we take. And the people do too. We show them care, which is far more than Vermilion ever showed them, and tell them that they rule themselves now. They are liberated under the Rising Fire in a way they never knew they could be liberated before. They are wholly devoted to our cause because we earned their trust, and they know as well as you and I that one day all their struggles will be worth it." She picked up her teacup and took another sip, and when she lowered it, her words were animated with passion and belief. "Tough times require tough choices, Kindling. But these tough choices we make will create a better world when the fires of war die down once more."
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The Rising Future of Kiria
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There had been no stage or podium to speak from, so Kindling Flash had hopped onto the wooden boards covering the town's well to deliver his message. All around him, a crowd of peasants and soldiers had gathered, certainly more kirin than there were houses in the town. They watched him speak with wide eyes and rapt attention, and the more his words found their ears, the wider slight smiles became.
"We love Concord, and we love Kiria," Kindling Flash proclaimed. "Through our piety and our patriotism, we will achieve peace and prosperity. Our Fraternal Republic is not a perfect nation by any means, of course not. What nation is perfect on its first try? But the important thing to remember is that we are working through our flaws, together, side by side, to overcome them. The shortages, the rationing, the fighting, the hardship, all of that are the trials by which we shall temper our movement into a perfect utopia. After all, Concord does not grant Her blessings to those who are unworthy of them. We must prove to Her that we are worthy, that Her faith in our race as the custodians of the Last Spark was not misplaced."
"And what will Her blessings look like?" Kindling continued, posing the question to his audience. "I know what they will be, for I have seen them in the flames and in my meditations, and I have watched Concord spell them for us in the fireworks in the night sky. The Fraternal Republic's future is to become a temporal dominion-to-be of Concord, where all shall want for nothing. There will be enough food for every family to feast upon every night. There will be enough shelter for everykirin to sleep with a roof over their heads. There will be enough honest work for every kirin to be fulfilled, enough clothing for everykirin to protect themselves from the elements. We will all have autonomy, liberty, equality, and fraternity under our great democracy, and nokirin shall be exploited or oppressed by those who would seek to profit off of their suffering. A perfect utopia, shaped in Concord's love, modeled after Her benevolent wisdom!"
A cheer went up from the crowd, and a broad smile formed on Kindling's muzzle. "We are all children of Concord, and thus we are all brothers and sisters. We are a family, and so we must all love each other as a family!"
As the crowd cheered Kindling's last proclamation, a figure watched from the shadow of a nearby building, lips pursed. Only when the crowd began to disperse did Rising Sun step away, merging into their number and disappearing from sight.
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[From.From.GetName] Rebels!
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Incited by the preacher provocateurs of the Rising Fire, the commoners in [From.From.GetName] have risen up in revolt, seizing any weapons and farming equipment they can get ahold of and organize the defense of their homeland. They champion the just causes of the Rising Fire and proclaim their allegiance to the movement, forsaking any oaths of allegiance they may have made with the Vermilion government. Small in number and weak as they may be, their movement will only grow stronger the longer they remain armed and organized.
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Scorched Earth
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Rising Sun gently set the latest reports from her banners on the frontlines into a wooden box and closed it. Then, with slow and purposeful movements, she rose from her study within Chrysanthemum's temple and moved toward the balcony overlooking the city below her. It was nighttime, or just about to be, as the last of the orange glow from the sun faded from the evening sky. Below her, the windows of the buildings came to life with candlelight, and shadows moved within them as kirin retired for the night. They were safe from the fighting and could go to sleep without worrying about Vermilion's dogs pounding down their doors in the middle of the night... for now.
Rising Sun allowed herself a small frown as she turned the words in those reports over in her mind. The situation at the front was a desperate one—though it was not like she had ever expected it to be anything else. The war against Vermilion was winnable, but it would not be won without colossal sacrifice on the part of every kirin in the west. Alongside the sacrifices of food and material, there were also sacrifices of the mind and heart to make as well. As much as she championed the moral justice and piety of the Rising Fire, Rising Sun knew that honor would only doom her movement to utter failure. There was no room for piety and ideology in the dirty business it would take to crush Vermilion under her hoof; instead, every kirin must be willing to harden themselves to do what they had to do to win. Ruthless cunning would be Vermilion's undoing, and as Rising Sun watched the shadows shift about in the buildings surrounding the temple, she realized that there was a tool as of yet almost entirely untapped by her movement.
She looked to the east, where the armies of Vermilion were approaching. The front line was too long and her people too few to stop Vermilion's advance, but the Rising Fire was a movement of the people. She began to formulate a plan, a gamble, that would see the Fraternal Republic triumph over her enemies. Every indefensible position would have to be abandoned, the soldiers pulled back and concentrated for decisive strikes where they would be needed, while the kirin who remained would fight behind enemy lines. Everykirin in every town would be expected to attack Vermilion's garrisons wherever and whenever they could, disrupt the supply lines of the Republic's enemies, and wage a perpetual guerilla war to grind Vermilion's soldiers and resolve into dust. Rising Sun knew the reprisals would be harsh and brutal, and the partisans left behind to fight in the name of the Rising Fire would be exterminated to the last. Thousands upon thousands of kirin would die, but it was a sacrifice she needed to make if she was to have any hope of winning the war for her people. Their sacrifices would buy her forces time, and once Vermilion was too weak to fight any longer, she would spring her trap and unleash the full fury of the Rising Fire upon the crumbling resolve of her enemies.
It would be an inglorious war, but one Rising Sun knew she would win.
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If I have to sacrifice every kirin in the Republic to crush Vermilion, then so be it.
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Burn It All
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Black Briar could only watch from the hillside as the village behind him went up in flames. The little town had been all he'd known in his twelve short years of life, and soon it would be naught but ashes. His home was gone, his neighbors' homes were gone, the entire village was gone, put to the torch by several soldiers, most of them teenagers little older than him. It was all part of First Priestess Rising Sun's plan to bleed Vermilion into submission by leaving nothing for them to take but ashes, and he knew he should be happy to play such a role in the downfall of the corrupt mystics. But all he found in his stomach was a hollow sadness as his life turned into orange fire and black smoke.
"Black Briar!" A filly called out to him, and Black Briar looked over his shoulder to see Petrichor trotting over. "There you are!" she said when she made it to his side, her saddlebags stuffed with all the worldly possessions she could fit in them. "I was wondering where you were. I thought maybe you stayed back to help the soldiers burn the town down."
"No," Black Briar said, but he could only frown at the flames. "What are we gonna do now, though? Our parents are fighting the war, and when they're done, they won't have a town to come back to. How are they gonna find us when it's all over?"
"The soldiers will help them find us, don't worry!" Petrichor chirped. "Besides, my auntie Reed will look after us. She lives in the city, and the soldiers won't burn that down. Cities are too big and stuff for stuff like that. You can come with me, and it'll be like one big sleepover!"
A little of Petrichor's cheerfulness started to rub off on Black Briar and he smiled a little. "A big sleepover? So long as your auntie makes those dumplings she made for us last year when she came to visit! Those were great!"
"Then come on!" Petrichor exclaimed, and she tugged on Black Briar's mane with her magic. "The sooner we get there, the sooner we can eat!"
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Scraping the Barrel
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Anise and his little brother, Sesame, followed the commotion out of their grandmother's home and quickly found themselves in a throng of kirin heading toward the crowd square. Curious, the two colts hurried to the front of the procession, wondering what all the noise was about, when they spotted a kirin dressed in mudstained red robes standing on top of the roof of the village's well. Surrounding them, disgruntled villagers glared up at the kirin Anise recognized as one of the Rising Fire's bannerkirin mystic-commanders, who beseeched them in a pleading tone.
"The Rising Fire needs anykirin, anykirin willing to continue the fight, to join with us," the bannerkirin pleaded to the assembled villagers. "The survivors of our banner will be falling back into the forest to continue the fight behind enemy lines, but there are so few of us who aren't wounded and able to fight. If we are to succeed, we need fresh kirins willing to fight in the name of Concord!"
But unlike the words of the mystics and recruiters that had come through Anise's village last month, where they had found an enthusiastic audience, the bannerkirin's words were met with anger and hostility. "You took all of our able-bodied mares and stallions last month!" somekirin from the crowd shouted up at him. "Mothers and grandmothers sent their foals and grandfoals to fight with you. Now you want more?" "What happened to our volunteers?" somekirin else asked. "Where are they now?" A third voice challenged the bannerkirin with words that were almost treasonous. "Vermilion had us pay our tithe in gold and crops, not our foals! At least they had the decency to leave our families alone!"
The bannerkirin on the well could only wince at the angry accusations and questions. "Nokirin should have to send away their children or siblings to war," he said, doing his best to mollify the hostile crowd. "But these are dark times. The armies of Vermilion bear down upon us at this very moment, and we need everykirin who can fight to fight for the Rising Fire! There will be nothing left if you don't!"
"There will be nothing left if we do fight," somekirin in the crowd retorted, and their words were picked up in an angry grumble. "Die in the woods, bannerkirin. You won't have any more of our families!" At that, the crowd began to disperse, deaf to the bannerkirin's pleas to not turn their backs on the Rising Fire.
But Anise remained, seemingly rooted to the spot. He remembered how his older sister had left to fight when the banners came last month. Maybe she was still out there somewhere? He would never know if he stayed in the village, but if he followed the soldier...
He turned to Sesame and gave his little brother a hug. "I'm gonna find Coriander," he told his brother. "You keep grandma safe, okay? Somekirin has to protect her from the bad guys."
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When Nothing Remains, Rage
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Gentle Lentil huddled in the corner of her ruined home, cradling the lifeless body of her husband and stroking his mane with a shaky, bloodstained hoof. Outside, gunfire and screaming created a terrible sound of death, and the rumbling of distant artillery coupled with the thundering of nearby explosions added a terrible bass boom to the noise. It had been that artillery that had ripped her home apart and had killed her husband, and that artillery had shattered a pot and lodged a piece of clay shrapnel as large as her hoof deep inside her gut. Given enough time, it would be the death of her, too.
She coughed weakly and grimaced with her bloodstained teeth as another stab of pain throbbed in her abdomen. Her thoughts went out to her children, all four of them, and she wondered if they were safe or if Vermilion's artillery had killed them too. She had sent them running with her sister at the last moment, right before the attack began, knowing all too well she'd never see them again. But when the Rising Fire soldiers had taken up positions in her village, she had dared to hope that maybe there was a chance. But that hope had quickly proven misplaced. The soldiers the Rising Fire had sent were green recruits who had never tasted battle, and their desultory defence had lasted only ten minutes before they broke ranks and fled. In the end, the Rising Fire had done nothing to save her village, only leaving it and the kirin trapped inside of it as nothing more than a speedbump, a pile of bodies to slow down the relentless tide of Vermilion's advance.
Lentil could hear the soldiers approaching outside now. She knew from the stories that they were cruel and heartless monsters, and were likely to kill anykirin they could get their hooves on in retaliation for the relentless guerilla attacks the Rising Fire subjected them to. They would storm into her home and kill her as well. Metal rattled over her head, and she limply looked upwards to see her mother's sword hanging above the ruins of her mantle. Her mother had been a bannerkirin in her youth, a fine one as she claimed, and Lentil had always known her mother to have a warrior's spirit in her heart. Would she have died in a corner, feeling sorry for herself? No. She would have fought, howling her rage at the world that had taken everything from her. To Tartarus with the Serene Tendency, and damn the Rising Fire too. Their war had trampled her life underhoof and left only pain.
She forced herself to stand and pried the sword off the wall with her magic. Then, dragging the tip along the ground, she hobbled to the ruins of her door, blood dripping on the ground. And when she saw Vermilion's soldiers standing in front of her ruined home, she raised her sword, howled in rage and anguish, and engulfed herself in blue and pink fire.
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The Roots of Revolution
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The smoke in Verdant hang heavy and low, gliding through the city's many canals and filling the air with the smell of burnt wood and flesh. Crippled river boats were floated listlessly between the city's many islands, their hulks burnt out and ruined, while kirin on small canoes and rafts paddled around them. In the city's massive floating market of the Coruscating Lagoon, the noise and busy traffic of hundreds of kirin buying and selling goods on the waters of the Great Mellifluve had been replaced by a press of little wooden dinghies all jammed together, all to hear the voice of the kirin standing at the base of the statue of an ancient kirin Matriarch rising from the murky waters.
Kindling Flash looked out over the joyous kirin floating before him, many hugging across boats and dancing on rafts so joyously that it was a wonder they didn't capsize. Verdant was his home, and this was the happiest he had ever seen it. After a days-long battle, the kirin of the Rising Fire had broken the yoke of the Vermilion's oppression, and the city where the Rising Fire had been born had finally returned to the revolution.
He turned those thoughts into his words, and he used his words to rally the crowd. "It has been a long struggle, my brothers and sisters of the faith, but after long last, the Rising Fire has finally returned to Verdant in force! It was here that the true revelations of Concord's divine will were revealed to us, the faithful, and it was here that the Rising Fire was born! It was here that a movement that will purify Kiria in the pyres of piety saw its first spark, and it is here that the growing wildfire of righteousness now rages! Verdant survived the Silence because of our faith and our communal love for one another and Concord's will, and now, it is our responsibility to share our love with the rest of Kiria!"
The crowd cheered, and Kindling Flash beamed; if nothing else, he knew he could die happy knowing he had freed his home from the kirin who had oppressed it for so long. "When the revolution began, Verdant's best and brightest had left for Chrysanthemum to continue their work. Now, we return to Verdant, triumphant and jubilant, and ready to fight for the freedom of the Realm. Who is with me?!"
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Never Retreat, Never Surrender
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Hallowed Saber peered up from knee-deep water and through the line of laden rice shoots at the terraces before her. Up at the top of the terraces was an artillery battery, pounding away at the bulk of the Rising Fire forces several kilometers away. She and the dozen soldiers under her command had been selected to silence those guns, capture them if she could, and remove the pressure on the battalions holding their ground against the latest offensive.
The morning skies were gray and rainy, helping to muffle the noise of her small band of soldiers as they crept their way up the rice terraces, inching their way closer to the guns. With any luck, they could reach them without being spotted and tear into the gun crews in a frenzied attack before they knew what was happening. But luck was not on their side, as a patrolling sentry happened to glance down the hillside just as Saber's force made for the next terrace and the cover it provided, and raised the alarm.
With the element of surprise lost, Saber had but two choices to choose from: retreat and save her team, or press on with the attack. But if she retreated now, the results could be disastrous for the rest of the army. That left only one choice, and with a piercing shout, the bannerkirin leapt up to the next terrace and led the charge. Her squad followed her without question, adding their yells to the charge, and terrace by terrace, the team advanced in the face of strengthening gunfire and heavy resistance.
It was a murderous climb. Every time they rushed for a terrace, somekirin died. What had started as a group of thirteen had dwindled to five by the time they made it to the top. But they did not waver, and they did not break, and when they finally reached the farm situated at the top of the terraces, the survivors turned nirik, bursting into flames, and flung themselves into the battery's magazine, filled with primed and live shells.
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Look What the Tide Washed In
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Rising Sun looked at the figure prostrate before her, gagged and bound in chains and hemp rope. A mare in soldier's garb stood over the prisoner, chest puffed up with pride. "First Priestess Sun, may I present to you: the pirate queen Roaring Fire, having turned to banditry after the destruction of her fleet, captured two weeks ago by the loyal soldiers of the Republic in the Noctilucent Forest, where the last of her brigands were destroyed. May Concord, in her divine wisdom, have mercy on her soul."
"How the mighty have fallen," Rising Sun quietly mused to herself. Long had she known about the pirates of Nacre sailing under Roaring Fire's banner. For years they had menaced the riverine trade that sailed out of Verdant, or what little remained of it throughout the Silence, abducting and slaughtering helpless foals of Concord for their own pleasure and gain. She wanted nothing more than to smite the pirate before her, to strike her head from her shoulders with a sword and toss her body in the river, but cold logic stopped her. While executing Roaring Fire would be helpful to add to her image as a protector of kirin everywhere, the pirate queen was a skilled warrior and could be a useful tool.
A plan formed in her head, and she stepped forward, signaling to the soldier to yank Roaring Fire's mane back to force the pirate to look her in the eyes. "Roaring Fire, menace of the seas, terror on water. I should have you killed for your many crimes, but Concord is merciful. She will not discard what can still be of use to Her glory, and so it is with you. Thus, I offer you a choice; prostrate yourself before me as Her messenger and fight in the name of the Rising Fire, or prepare your spark to be returned to the Primordial Fire in Her care."
Roaring Fire glared up at Rising Sun, fixing her with a dreadfully baleful look, and for a moment, Rising Sun wondered whether the pirate queen would be defiant to the last. But reason won out in the end, and the pirate slowly bowed before Rising Sun. Nodding in approval, Rising Sun turned to the soldier. "Bring her to her cell to rest and eat up. She will need to be strong to serve our Goddess."
As the two kirin left, Rising Sun turned aside to where Dayspring Rose stood behind her. "You will accompany the pirate," she told her faithful acolyte. "You are the brightest and best of our young leadership, but you lack experience in the field. This will be a valuable lesson. Study its teachings closely, and one day you will be ready to lead the Rising Fire just as I have."
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Concord's Loyal Servant
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Slash, twist, parry, and riposte with a sharp thrust. Dayspring Rose's sword buried itself in the straw-stuffed body of the training dummy she squared off against. She gave the sword a little twist with her magic and jammed it into the straw up to the hilt, where she released it to admire her work.
"You fight like a one-eyed, three-legged zebra," Roaring Fire derided her from the side of the room, earning scornful looks from the other kirin valiants in the room. "I would have driven one of my cutlasses under your horn during that flourish. Don't take your eyes off your enemy unless you're eager to meet Concord."
Dayspring huffed in annoyance, but before she could say anything, the doors to the barracks opened and a unicorn wandered in, dressed in a prim purple collared shirt trimmed with silver. "You would not believe how hard it is to find this place, what with the, shall we call them, current events going on in this far corner of the world," he said as he confidently strode inside. As the valiants in the barracks slowly formed up and drew closer together, the stallion stopped in their midst and introduced himself with a flamboyant bow. "The Brilliant and Esteemed Archmage Pyrite, from the very far off and distant nation of Wittenland, master of the magical arts both elemental and arcane, and a curious observer to the religion of your fire goddess. A pleasure to be at your service."
The kirin in the room all gave him looks, but Dayspring Rose did her best to give him a warm greeting. "Archmage Pyrite, it is very wonderful to have you here. You were sent on the behalf of Rising Sun, yes?"
"She's the one with the temper as hot as her looks, right? Yes, her," Pyrite said. "She told me she was in need of somepony trained in higher magic to apply a geas, so here I am. So, who's the lucky kirin in need of magical compulsion?"
All eyes turned toward Roaring Fire, who stared back defiantly. "Her," Dayspring Rose said, and she marched closer to the pirate. "Touch your horn to mine and say the words," she said as Pyrite drew closer, his horn beginning to glow.
Roaring Fire gave her a sharp look, but after a moment, did as instructed. Their horns lit up, conjoined in the glow of Pyrite's magic, as she slowly read aloud the words to the geas. "I will protect you with my life and follow your every command. I will abide by the spirit of such commands and not try to find loopholes. I will have your best interests at heart at all times, until I am released from your service." She frowned up at the length of her horn as Pyrite released the glow with a flash of light and a pop. "Happy?"
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"Quite. Now, let's hit the road. We have a job to do."
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Keep the Flame Alive
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Rising Sun inwardly seethed as she watched the temple fill with weary kirin, their faces exhausted, downtrodden, afraid. In them, she saw the flickering, fading dream of her Republic, the guttering embers of the Rising Fire. Her enemies were strong, too strong, and her followers were weak, too pathetically weak. They were failing her. They were failing the Rising Fire. But Rising Sun would not let their weakness be the end of her dream.
As she stepped forward to address the congregation, the murmuring in the room drew quieter, and Sun let her eyes wander over her followers' faces before she proclaimed with a simple, strong statement: "We will not win the war with Vermilion." The uproar was as she expected; cries of fury, of despair, of panic filled the temple, but the officers sitting at the fringes of the congregation remained stoic, impassive. Rising Sun knew that they understood the situation better than anykirin else present, and the doors to the temple momentarily opened and closed as a dissenter, mane and horn alight with pink sparks, was hurriedly bundled out of the room. As the cries of dismay reached a feverish panic, Rising raised a hoof and silenced it with that one simple motion. "It is our duty to make sure that the Rising Fire is never extinguished!" she proclaimed to them all. "Vermilion may win, but that does not mean our end! It is our duty, our sacred duty beneath Concord, to survive and fight another day when the hedonism of our enemies leaves them weak and unprepared!"
She gestured vaguely off to the west, to somewhere beyond the walls of the temple. "Over the mountains lies a small and backwards nation. Centuries ago, kirin settlers moved into the small nation of Taungpau and taught the locals the ways of Concord's truth. They have long been in isolation, and thus have been spared the excesses of the Way of Fire. We shall march to Taungpau and take refuge amongst our brothers and sisters, and together we shall stoke the flames of the Rising Fire once more. Everykirin, you have one night to gather what you can and burn what you cannot take with you. The Rising Fire shall live on!"
Another furore began, but it was silenced as a bannerkirin by Rising Sun's side raised his voice over the noise. "The Fire Priestess has spoken!" he declared. "This meeting is hereby adjourned! Prepare to march at sunrise!"
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Our dream will not die!
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An Offer from the Rising Fire
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Rain Shine opened first one eye, and then the other, as the sound of approaching hoofsteps roused her from her meditations. When she saw that it was Winter Frost and not Autumn Blaze or Fern Flare, Rain Shine adopted the neutral divine persona that she knew the priestess expected from her as Matriarch Superior of the Realm. "High Priestess," she said simply, watching expressionlessly as the High Priestess of the Way of Fire bowed so low her horn made a muffled scratch across the wooden floors. "What news has Concord seen fit to offer to Her Matriarch today?"
"She has given us a great gift, Matriarch," Winter Frost said, rising from her bow. From within her robes she pulled out a simple scroll, and with her magic she laid it a respectful distance away from Rain Shine's hooves. "Do you remember our great shock at the Rising Fire's invasion of peaceful Taungpau? Well, it would appear that their invasion was a success, and now they are asking us for a cease-fire."
"An armistice?" Rain Shine asked. "The Rising Fire seemed so eager to make war in the first place. Now they ask for peace after violating the sovereignty of a neutral nation?"
"They have abandoned the western reaches of the Realm to our armies, Matriarch," Winter Frost informed her. "They have withdrawn to the mountain passes of Taungpau in exchange for surrendering the Realm to us. It is evident that they are simply buying time, and even though they approach us under the banner of peace, the moment they think they are strong enough to fight us, they will try again." She stomped her hoof, and Rain Shine was taken aback by the display of emotion by a priestess before her Matriarch. "Reject it, Matriarch. We must destroy the Rising Fire now while we have the chance. We cannot let their heresy fester on our borders, no matter how many must give their lives in Concord's name to force the mountain passes."
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We cannot throw away kirin lives just to annihilate a vanquished foe.
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We will continue to fight, and we shall liberate Taungpau.
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The Dying Embers
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Rising Sun sat in the main chamber of a frigid temple high in Taungpau's mountains. Once upon a time, it had been dedicated to one of the earliest interpretations of the Way of Fire. Now it was a crumbling ruin, with boarded windows and cobwebs hanging from the old timbers holding up the ceiling. It was a fitting metaphor, Rising Sun bitterly thought to herself. One faith before hers had died in this temple. Perhaps the Rising Fire would suffer the same fate.
Before her, on a simple table, lay a simple scroll. Sun had read it and reread it thrice now, and the response left a hole in her gut. It would seem the hedonists in Vermilion were determined to fight the war to its end. There would be no peace; consequently, the only hope for the Rising Fire was to resist as long as it could. Her brave patriots would hold every mountain pass they could and make Vermilion bleed for every inch of ground, but she knew it wouldn't be enough. Barring a miracle, this would be the Fraternal Republic's last stand.
Rising Sun looked out a nearby window, where howling, frigid winds ripped past the temple, carrying snow in their gale. Concord's warmth had abandoned her. Now there was only the bitter cold. But with or without Concord, Rising Sun knew she would fight until the end. She would fight and die, a martyr to her cause. Better to perish in the mountains than to live a slave, or be brought back to Vermilion in chains.
Rising Sun knew she would die. But her legacy, and the last spark of the Rising Fire, would live on.
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It simply must.
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The Embers are still Warm...
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Dayspring Rose sat on a rock overlooking the small mountain village in the ravine beneath her. The air was bitter cold and the wind harsh; she had to pile on extra coats to venture out into the snow and ice, an experience she was hardly used to from living along the Great Mellifluve's pleasantly warm branches. In the town below her, kirin and llamas anxiously shuffled along the streets, keeping their heads down as ragged bands of Rising Fire soldiers trotted among them. Whatever life the town had had long ago been squeezed out of it, and neither the conqueror nor the conquered could escape its weight.
Rose clutched a small pendant against her chest and closed her eyes. What was left for the Rising Fire now? The retreat from the Realm into the mountains of Taungpau had been a success, and after a ferocious and desperate fight, the soldiers of the Rising Fire had subdued the isolated nation and turned it into their last bastion of strength. Rising Sun ruled from [KIC.Capital.GetName] with martial law, and the Fraternal Republic had been formally dissolved. Dayspring and all the other kirin who followed Priestess Sun were now kirin without a nation. They were soldiers of the Rising Fire, and little more. Their only consolation was that Vermilion had agreed to a peace treaty with the Rising Fire, even if only Dayspring and a few other kirin knew that the terms of the treaty had demanded the dissolution of the Republic in the first place.
Dayspring didn't know what the future held for her fellow followers. Rising Sun promised that one day they would return to retake the Realm, but for perhaps the first time in her life, Dayspring didn't believe her longtime mentor and friend. Their strength dwindled by the day as more and more kirin deserted. Dayspring wondered if one day she would join them.
She pressed the pendant against her heart. She wished Kindling Flash was here.
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It's a Beautiful Day
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Dayspring Rose watched as the procession of the ragged columns of peasant soldiers triumphantly made their way down the streets of Vermilion. Far from the striking uniformity of the NAKP's well-equipped armies or the once-joyous cadres of supporters of the Way of Fire, the peasants of the Incarnadine Soldiery were dirty, disheveled, and disorganized. But still, they marched and cheered and hooted and hollered as they took to Vermilion's streets in celebration. It didn't matter how they looked; it only mattered that they had won. Vermilion was theirs, the Realm was theirs, and the war was over.
As Dayspring looked around, the wounds of Kiria's most important and holy city stood out to her. Countless buildings were pockmarked with bullet wounds; countless more lie in ashen rubble, the pink flames of nirik rage long ago extinguished when their work was done. But overall, the city held up remarkably well, as the Incarnadine Soldiery's relative lack of heavy weapons had spared much of its ancient architecture from destruction. The city had instead been cleared in brutal hoof-to-hoof fighting, and though the price had been exorbitant and the gutters had run thick with blood and bodies, it was a price that the Rising Fire did not shy away from paying. Now that the bloodshed was done, it could finally appreciate the investment.
Following the column was Rising Sun, her head held high and a pleased grin on her face. Dayspring blinked; it was one of the few times she had seen her mentor show such an emphatic outward display of emotion that wasn't passionate oratory or rage. But still, Sun had sent her ahead to assess the situation, and Dayspring had a report to give, so she trotted over and respectfully bowed her head. "Mentor," she said, "Vermilion is ours and the Matriarchal Palace is in our hooves. We finally negotiated for the Matriarch to have her guards stand down and meet with you."
"Excellent work, Dayspring," Rising Sun said, and she briefly touched her hoof to her apprentice's shoulder. "I am very much looking forward to meeting with Rain Shine... but not now." Her grin widened as she looked out over the city and took in a deep breath of air. "It's a beautiful day, and I think I'm going to enjoy it a little more."
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"Rain Shine can wait. For now, let's savor the fruits of our labor."
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The Banners' Justice
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"Concord's love for us does not stop within the borders of the Realm, you know."
Dayspring Rose's ears perked and she opened her eyes, drawn out of her prayers by Rising Sun's words. It was late at night in Vermilion, and the two had finished a day on the political mess of putting the pieces of the Realm back together with some prayers in the Vermilion Palace's temple. Much of the gaudy iconography of the Way of Fire had already been torn down and replaced with the plain but fiery symbols of devotion of the Rising Fire, but it was Rising Sun's statement that Dayspring focused on. "What do you mean?"
"Concord loves all of her foals, no matter where they reside," Rising Sun said. "Most of us live within the Realm, but there are those who live beyond it. And beyond it, they languish without our protection, unable to express their devotion to Concord openly, and without fear." The priestess shifted, and slowly, calmly, she opened her eyes and looked up at the depiction of Concord and Her holy figure on the wall before them. "I was thinking about it while discussing the ordinances for the Carmine Banners. The Banners will be organized with strict discipline to cut out the corruption, nepotism, and decadence that permeated the hedonists, and they will govern the jurisdictions of the Realm with impartiality, efficiency, and most important of all, devotion."
There she paused, and in the silence, Dayspring felt herself sucking on her lip, wondering where this was going. "I set aside thirty jurisdictions across Kiria, staffed by veterans and heroes of the Righteous War. But fifty is a more auspicious number, and I realized that if we limit Concord's protections to the artificial borders of the Realm, then we limit ourselves in the realization of our duty. So to fulfill this task, to honor the duty Concord has given us, I'm authorizing the creation of additional jurisdictions across Zebrica, wherever there are kirin. Zaikiria, Madrepore, the Zebrides. Taungpau, too." She closed her eyes again and a small smile returned to her muzzle as she lowered her head to rejoin her prayers. "There is much work to be done before our duty is realized. But eventually, in time, we will bring Concord's peace to all the kirin of Zebrica, no matter where they may be."
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After a moment, Dayspring closed her eyes and pursed her lips.
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Eight by One Hundred
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First Priestess Rising Sun stood in the Verdigris Rotunda and looked around at the innumerous multitude of banners hanging from balconies, and the incalculable number of kirin crowded onto them. Long had she dreamed of seeing this sight before her, of standing triumphant in Vermilion, her message and Concord's truths realized, and the hedonistic superiority of the corrupt Way of Fire mystics laid low around her. Concord had entrusted her to spread the truth, to turn out the Way of Fire and bring the devotion of the Rising Fire to Vermilion, and she had not failed her goddess. But there was yet more work to be done; Concord's plans had not ended with the taking of Vermilion, but had only just begun.
When it came time to speak, Rising Sun wasted no time in taking the microphone and imparting Concord's new vision for the Realm, her voice booming around the Rotunda. "We stand here by Concord's divine will!" she proclaimed, much to the thunderous cheering of the faithful around her. "It was her will that the Rising Fire save the Realm from the forces that tried to destroy it. And we have! The foreigners have been laid low and the incompetence of Autumn Blaze's foolish and misguided government has been driven out of Vermilion. No more can they destroy the Realm, to ignore Concord's will in pursuit of their own selfish aims!"
Cheers answered her, but also boos and hisses at the mention of the foreigners and the harmonists that had nearly destroyed the Realm. "To repair the damage and heal the wounds they have caused this country, we will find a new way to rebuild. Not in the careless optimism of the Grand Gallop Onward, which suffered from a lack of direction and the predation of opportunistic foreigners within its gears. Instead, we will move forward in a concentrated and dedicated manner. To this end, I declare that the first of eight Hundred Day Campaigns is to begin immediately!" Rising Sun smiled as they cheered; even without knowing what the Hundred Day Campaigns entailed, the kirin of the Realm were simply happy to finally have a strong leader willing to give them the direction they needed to save it. "By Concord's will and our own labors, we will industrialize the Realm and mechanize our agriculture, establish a proper and modern army, raise the standard of living, and eliminate poverty and illiteracy. These are all tall tasks, but through the devotion of every kirin in the Realm, we can make this a reality!"
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From wartime to peacetime, every kirin must do their part!
Dynamic Modifiers from The Righteous Offensive will now become Static.
Dynamic Modifiers from War of Maneuver will now become Static.
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The Tempered Sword
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"We owe our loyalty to the First Priestess," Brilliant Blaze proclaimed as she drew herself up with righteous indignation. "She has proven herself in leading the Rising Fire to victory over the foreigners and hedonists. And you would claim that anykirin has the right to doubt her judgment after the fruits it has borne us?"
The mare's words echoed in the spacious Verdigris Rotunda, filled as it was with kirin that morning. The chambers were full, with kirin lining the benches as the day's debates wound on, taking turns making passionate proclamations about the Realm's future. On this particular day, Rising Sun presided over the debates from the speaker's dias with Dayspring Rose at her side, while Brilliant Blaze and the other kirin who professed their undying loyalty to the First Priestess gathered around her. Opposite her, spread across the benches that in years past had been dominated by the foreigners of the NAKP or the myriad independents that had filled the Rotunda as the Great Gallop Onward galloped toward its doom, were members of the many other tendencies that existed under the Rising Fire's banner. From the ascetic sectlet of the Purifying Fever to Kindling Flash's agrarian communalists, all the different facets of the Rising Fire brought their voices to the Rotunda, though in this instance it was Flash who rebutted Blaze. "I do not doubt the First Priestess' judgment," Flash said. "In fact, I feel privileged enough to feel that bonds of familiarity and friendship exist between us. I would hope that as such, she would see my questions and criticism as a desire to help her succeed, not a play to undercut her." He paused and took a breath, his eyes flitting to Rising Sun's for a moment before he turned his focus back to Blaze. "It is only through critical reflection that we can become stronger, to find the errors in judgment that would turn best intentions into worst implementations."
As their debate continued, Rising Sun turned aside to Dayspring. "It seems that they would want to temper the sword after it has been quenched," she said to her apprentice. "Once the steel has been shaped and hardened, fire and hammer can only damage function in search of perfection. Do you agree?"
"I do," Dayspring said, "but who is to judge when the sword is finished? Concord is the smith who forges our mettle. Through trial and tribulation, She tempers our character and makes us stronger. I feel it would be foolish to cut the Goddess' work short because we feel we have been tempered enough."
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"Concord gave me her toughest battles and I prevailed. I speak with her resolve."
 The Fire Risen
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"You make an excellent observation, Dayspring. Perhaps it would be good to think as you do."
The Fire Risen
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What Makes a Hero?
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The printing house in Vermilion hummed with the noise of kirin at work, but the work was done by old-fashioned printing presses and manual labor. The modern equipment imported from Griffonia lay silent and still on the printing floor, in dire need of replacement parts and trained operators that the agrarian tendencies of the Rising Fire had put little thought into yet. Still, as Dayspring Rose and Kindling Flash trotted along the floor and watched the laborers work the old machinery, both felt that it was a fitting way to prepare the celebratory pieces on the heroes of the war who had fought so hard to make the Rising Fire's dreams a reality.
Or at least, that's what Dayspring thought. It wasn't until Kindling Flash glanced at one of the test prints and tossed it away in disgust that she realized there was more the stallion wasn't saying. "It's all glory and propaganda," Kindling took her at her questioning look. "Brilliant Burn took it upon herself to make the literacy campaign a glorified celebration of the 'infallible heroes' of the war, most especially Rising Sun. They're practically godly figures in their depictions. Infallible and incapable of doing wrong."
"Better that than to wallow in quandary, conundrum, and failure, right?" Dayspring asked him. "There's nothing wrong with a larger-than-life portrayal. It's simplified and patriotic, and it will help the illiterate learn to read if they find it engaging and heroic."
"When you elevate ordinary kirin to the level of infallible heroes, they stop listening to anybody who isn't on the pedestal with them," Kindling said, a grim warning in his voice. "You can't run a nation like that. Look at what happened with the Way of Fire. They built their power and influence on being the only kirin that could mediate a communion with Concord, and they ruined the Realm. They became elites who were ignorant to the pleas of the commoners and thought that their mysticism entitled them to it. And now I'm afraid Rising Sun is going to fall into the same trap."
He sighed and shook his head. "No matter what she may think, or what Brilliant Burn and the other hardliners tell her, she can't forget that she's mortal. We make mistakes. We can be fickle and greedy. She's not above that either. And if we don't remind her of that, I'm worried that it won't be too long before she starts seeing herself as less of a First Priestess and more of a Matriarch."
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"There's nothing to worry about, Kindling. Rising Sun knows her limits.
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"Perhaps we should encourage her to allow her depiction to be a little more realistic.
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Releasing Repressed Righteous Rage
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The air was positively grimey with the taste of ash and soot; Dayspring had been told that it was common these days in the Mellifluve Delta, and as she looked out at the sky hanging over the encampment outside of Verdant she could still see a few plumes of smoke rising from smoldering fires in the fields beyond. It was an odd sight to see in peace; it wasn't too long ago that smoke, soot, and ash belied the aftermath of vicious fighting with the fate of the Realm hanging in the balance.
Thankfully, though concerning, the soot didn't portend the end times, though it was certainly concerning nonetheless. Vermilion had recently decreed that all farmland in the Delta belonging to landlords and corporations that had survived the Rising Fire's triumphant storm across the Realm be returned to the peasantry for their communal use. It seemed like a simple thing back in the capital, but as the surprising reports came back of its less than successful implementation and the sheer number of plantations suddenly erupting into pink nirik fire, it became clear that something else was ahoof. Dayspring had volunteered to investigate, and after a train ride down to Radiance and a brief seaborne excursion, she found herself in the Delta witnessing it all with her own two eyes.
It wasn't long before she was brought to a pair of officers who helped run the camp, and made the situation clear for her. "It's the peasantry," the mare of the pair said with a shake of her head. "They're galloping wild. Burning down plantation after plantation as mobs descend to loot and ransack them before we can get the land secured and parceled away to the communes. And we're not exactly getting a lot of support from Vermilion to deal with the problem. Anything seen as acting in repression of the peasants is frowned upon, so our hooves are tied."
"Let them have their fun. This is justice," the stallion urged Dayspring. "The landlords are getting their due. Many of them are trying to slink away and flee the country, but the peasants aren't letting them get that far. They've spent all their lives, generations even, languishing under heavy and heartless hooves. Now they get to return the favor. Besides," he added with a chuckle, "they're doing us a favor. The more of those aristocratic dirtbags that die, the easier time we'll have consolidating our hold over the communes once they get their land, right?"
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Creatures die in revolutions. This is simply the nature of things.
The war is over, and we need order. The Soldiery will put a stop to this.
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To Labor and Languish
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From the way the Marshal General of the Trypan Interfluve looked at her, and the fire she used to temper her voice, Dayspring Rose knew that her presence was deeply resented, to put it mildly. The mare of the Incarnadine Soldiery wasn't used to having her command questioned, least of all by kirin she viewed as civilians, and especially when it was the government making the inquiries. And Dayspring, sent as a representative of First Priestess Rising Sun to inspect the transition of the Soldiery's occupation from military to civilian rule, ticked all of those unfortunate boxes.
But the military mare was too disciplined to voice her grievances, and she sat quietly and listened as Dayspring broached the next topic in their lengthy meeting in a private room of the local teahouse. "I want to bring up... let's call them 'concerns' of the local government when it comes to how the Aid and Work Bureau has been managing the supply of local labor in the area," she said, and when the Marshal General frowned sharply, Dayspring knew that the government had a reason to be concerned. "I've heard that compensation for the laborers in the village who have lost everything from the war is frighteningly low, and there have been numerous instances of accidents and illnesses occurring under the A&WB's watch. Considering that the Bureau was established to provide aid and work opportunities for the kirin who have lost everything to the war to give them a chance to rebuild and set their lives back on course, you can understand why concerns such as this have caught the First Priestess' attention."
But to all that, the Marshal General only shrugged. "I believe it would be best if the First Priestess let the Bureau handle its own affairs," she bluntly stated. "The Bureau operates in volatile areas, and there are still partisans and insurgents lurking within the populace of the occupied zones. By maintaining a strict and controlled regiment for all our laborers, we afford them little time to act to disturb the peace. Frankly, Vermilion should care more about the progress we've made in rebuilding the Realm; who cares if a few bad apples fall off the tree in the process?"
"I believe it's important to remember that a few bad apples spoil the bunch," Dayspring countered. "The careless use of labor by the Bureau needs to stop. The Soldiery should be using the Bureau's resources to rebuild homes and plant fields, not toiling in factories for meager compensation. It's better to rehabilitate the kirin of the occupied zones by giving them meaningful and fruitful labors, not letting them languish for long hours for the benefit of the Soldiery."
"The benefit of the Soldiery is to the benefit of the Realm," the Marshal General insisted, and she tapped her hoof on the scroll Dayspring had been using to record her notes in. "How about you take a message back to Vermilion that they let the Soldiery expand our operations and allow us to standardize them. The less ad-hoc these things are, the better they will run for everykirin involved. And if Vermilion needs a place to put troublemakers, I think making them work for their freedom is a fair trade, yes?"
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The Bureau will be focused first and foremost on helping rebuild the Realm.
The Fire Risen
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The Bureau must focus on securing the safety and security of the Realm with cheap labor.
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Reading with Concord
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Kindling Flash grunted as he set the canvas haversack down before Rising Sun and Brilliant Blaze, interrupting their conversation and the set of draft proclamations the two mares had scattered across the table in the former study of Matriarch Superior Rain Shine. As they gave him a look, Kindling unbuckled the straps on the haversack and dumped out a pile of books onto the table in front of him. "I'm hoping that there's still some time to make some amendments to the literacy campaign," he said, and his magic arranged the books into a nicer stack while pulling two at random and giving one each to the two mares. "There are some works from Equestria that would make good candidates, from poetry to basic science to famous works of literature. Once they're appropriately translated and formatted, they would make an excellent addition to the religious texts already being prepared for the peasants to consume."
Rising Sun flipped through the pages of the book Kindling had offered her, her golden eyes skimming across the words before turning back to Kindling. "I thought we had a sufficient volume of religious texts and teachings already prepared for the campaign," she noted, and her magic closed the book. "Those are something the kirin of the Realm will be able to understand and grasp quickly. They're familiar with Concord; this book from this 'A.K. Yearling' pony, not so much. I fear something like this would only confuse them."
"While learning the tenets of the Rising Fire is still important, we shouldn't limit ourselves to only religious texts," Kindling countered. "After all, if we want the kirin people to grow and realize our ambition, then they'll need an understanding of things beyond worship of Concord. They need things that stretch their mind, and not only teach them how to read and write, but to think, and to do all three critically."
"I think your ambitions are far beyond the scope of the campaign," Brilliant Blaze interjected, and Kindling frowned at her. "This is to be a basic introduction to reading and writing for the mass consumption of our people. They need to understand the basics before they can do anything else, and like the First Priestess said, we should focus on what's familiar and most important in their lives. If they focus first on understanding and interpreting Concord's teachings as written in scrolls, then they'll not only learn how to read and write, but how to keep their thoughts pious and pure should they ever be confronted with texts attempting to lure them into deviancy."
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The kirin must learn how to think critically about what they read and write.
This allows us to switch between State Religious Education and Negligible Illiteracy at will. AI logic:
These new ideas will merely confuse the peasants. Focus on learning Concord's word.
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Reining in the Steeds
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Kindling Flash enjoyed taking walks through Vermilion's beautiful and expansive gardens with Dayspring Rose, and the weather that day was perfect for another such walk. The two had made a point to find time around the lunch hour to stretch their legs and get some fresh air and sunlight whenever they could. Running the Realm was tiring and endless work, and it was a struggle to avoid letting it consume them. It was productive as well; sometimes discussing a problem with a friend would lead to some new revelation or different angle of approach that could solve a seemingly impossible problem, and the topic of their conversation that day was one such obstacle.
"I don't really know what we should do about it," Dayspring said with a sigh and a shake of her head. "'Concord's Righteous Steeds' are proving to be anything but. They're poorly trained irregulars who have no discipline, and I've been hearing reports about individuals in some of the companies performing all sorts of heinous crimes in the countryside. Between the murder, the arson, the looting, and other even less savory crimes, they're starting to sound a lot like the bandits they were organized to weed out. They're bleeding the occupied territories dry and making them more difficult to integrate."
"Then they need to be gotten rid of," Kindling stated. "They're irregular militias formed from angry kirin who just want to take out their anger on those they think wronged them. Their unchecked rage and brutality cannot undermine the revolution's core values. The people trust us to make the Realm better than it was under the Way of Fire or the threat of what it could have become under the foreigners. We can't breach that trust."
"We can't simply get rid of the Righteous Steeds," Dayspring protested. "They're a reciprocation of the trust of the Realm that we trust them to live pious and lawful lives. Under the Rising Fire, they've been granted greater autonomy than they've ever had before, and they appreciate that." She shook her head. "Maybe the problem will resolve itself in time. The people are angry right now, but soon that flame will sputter and die. I can sympathize with their rage, but maybe when they've worked it out then the Steeds will control themselves."
"If we can't get rid of them, then they need to at least face discipline," Kindling said. "A flame unattended can die out, true, but it can also grow into an inferno. As the caretakers of that flame, we need to tend to it, and we can best do that by putting the Steeds under military oversight and making sure that those who break the law are punished."
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The Steeds' rage will soon burn itself out. Let us leave them be.
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The actions of the Steeds are an affront to the Republic and Concord. They must be reined in.
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For months there had been discussions among the students and staff of Rising Sun Technical University about what the core curriculum should be and how it had been implemented. RSTU was to be the crown jewel of the reborn Realm's educational institutions, paving the way for the next generation of bureaucrats, artificers, and military commanders. A degree from the RSTU would be worth thousands of times its weight in gold, a piece of paper that could open up endless opportunities for the kirin who held it, a prized accomplishment that would encourage the growth and development of the Realm's future.
Only, as those months dragged on, the discussions went nowhere, and instead of progress, vitriol and roadblock sprouted in its place. The university was fundamentally split down the middle on what courses it should favor and hire staff for. The majority of the professors and researchers wanted a flexible and open curriculum with the freedom to manage the internal affairs of the university as they saw fit, hoping to create and foster a spirit of academic creativity and ingenuity that would truly make the RSTU the greatest university in the Realm. But opposing them were a select cadre of senior lecturers who made up the Collective Management Committee who advocated for priority to be placed upon the teachings of religion and the Rising Fire's core tenets at the expense of other topics. Only a steadfast devotion to the beliefs of the Rising Fire, they argued, would ensure that the RSTU didn't become a hotbed for dangerous and heretical thinking, as the All-Kiria Collegium once was during the Grand Gallop Onward.
Only when it was discovered a few weeks ago that the Collective Management Committee was backed and staffed by bureaucrats from the government in Vermilion did the deadlock begin to break. As the news broke, the students of the RSTU began to take to the campus streets, throwing their weight behind one side or another for myriad different reasons. And as the protests and petitioning on campus grew larger and more frenetic, both the professors and the Collective Management Committee knew that one side would have to yield in order to prevent the university from going from the Realm's crown jewel to the Realm's greatest embarrassment.
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The faculty shall have the freedom to manage the university's affairs as they see fit.
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The Collective Management Committee will step up and protect the religious focus of the RSTU.
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Cracks in the Rocks
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It didn't take Kindling Flash or Dayspring Rose long to see the scale of the task before them when the train stopped at the end of the line. As they hopped off the locomotive at the base of the mountain, they were greeted by a wall of kirin laborers who looked on at them with suspicion and distrust. Dayspring had known that a strike was keeping the tunneling operation in the mountains from progressing—that was why they were here, after all—but she didn't imagine it had gotten this bad.
Within minutes, Dayspring and Kindling were whisked away to a meeting room, seated between the mine's overmare and the appointed leader of the striking workers. Though the two kirin eyed each other with hostility, when Kindling pressed the worker to give his side of the story, the stallion held nothing back. "Have you ever tried to crack rocks and move dirt with magic and pickaxes?" he asked Kindling and Dayspring. "That's what we do here. We toil for fourteen hours a day chipping away at the mountain to make a tunnel through to the other side. We take pride in our work, we really do, but it's dangerous and backbreaking. Kirin have died in tunnel collapses, and more have been maimed bad. Enough is enough." He put his hooves down on the table and glared directly at the overmare. "We will not go back to work until we get heavy equipment in here. I know the foreigners had some when they were still around, and it'll make things far safer and far more efficient. We won't work so long as we're treated as expendable."
"We have tried to get heavy equipment, but we simply can't," the overmare retorted before Kindling or Dayspring could fashion a response. "The Realm lacks the industry or expertise to produce it ourselves, and I'll be damned if we become another market for the foreigners to flood with their wage labor goods. For the sake of the future and of the Republic's independence, you must continue your jobs and find a way to make do!"
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"The overmare is right, we have to protect the Republic's independence, no matter the cost."
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"Without heavy equipment, you must slow down for the sake of the workers."
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Fissures in the Earth
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Dayspring had hoped that her last trip into Peace-And-Plenty would have produced results, but as she read the telegram in her small room in an inn a few kilometers away from the striking miners, she knew that things had only gotten worse. The strike outside the tunnel had escalated, and the miners had driven the supervisors and their staff out of the workplace entirely. Now, they held the end of the rail line like a bastion, and when the overmare and a few supervisors had tried to force the strikers to dissolve with local police and strike-breakers, the miners had fought them off, killing some and capturing others, including the overmare herself. Now, the rebellious sentiment had seemingly started to seep down the mountains and into the nearby towns, and the workers in the factories in workshops in those towns had openly discussed going on strike in solidarity with the miners in the mountains. Something needed to be done before things got entirely out of hoof.
The telegram had been waiting for Dayspring when she arrived in town, and it had come directly from Rising Sun herself. The First Priestess, as Dayspring had feared, was angered and intolerant of the situation, and had dispatched a brigade of the Incarnadine Soldiery to put a stop to the strikes and get things moving again. They were due in the town in three days, but in the meanwhile, Rising Sun had asked Dayspring to see if she could get the strikers to back down before the use of force became necessary. But how? Rising Sun did not want to cave to the demands of the strikers, fearing that to do so would undermine the authority of the Rising Fire and encourage more dangerous dissidents to start trouble to get what they wanted in the future. She was prepared to have the bannerkirin crush the strikers with gunfire and artillery to get the mines moving again. Even if Dayspring failed, the mines would open again, one way or another.
But Dayspring didn't want to give in so quickly. She understood why the laborers were on strike; pay was poor, the work was dangerous, and the supervisors pushed the workers so hard that they were willing to accept casualties if it meant getting the job done at the end of the day. The workers had every right to strike for better rights. And the more she thought about it, the more Dayspring wondered if getting the workers or the soldiers to back down would be better in the long run."
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"I understand their plight, but the plight of the Realm is more important."
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"I will not stand by as an accomplice to murder. I will negotiate with the workers and stop the banners."
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Lasting Luminance leafed through the papers her aide brought to her and sipped on rice wine as the day wound down and the sun set over Chrysanthemum. She thought that being a Standard-Commander of the Cleansing Fire would have been a more rewarding post now that the Realm was saved, but truth be told, she spent most of her days running what felt like a daycare for potential dissidents. First Priestess Rising Sun had rewarded her services during the war by putting her standard in charge of keeping tabs on what kirin from the All-Kirin Collegium remained in the Realm to ensure that they didn't attempt to spread ideas that could undermine the authority of the Rising Fire and tempt the people to heresy. It was hardly a glorious post, and Luminance wondered why they didn't just kick them all out of the country, but so long as they had sworn to serve the new Republic, they had been allowed to keep their posts.
One of the papers that crossed her desk involved one such member of the intelligentsia, an aerospace engineer by the name of Foehn Torrent. After the war, he had sworn his oath of loyalty and been appointed director of the Republic Army's air force development programme, and after establishing a record of quality and patriotic work, his Rising Fire supervisor had submitted a letter on his behalf requesting the loosening of the restrictions on Foehn's movement, curfew, and mandatory monthly reports to the headquarters in Chrysanthemum. It was the last point that warranted the petition; Luminance knew that all the kirin the Cleansing Fire kept an eye on had to make the journey to Chrysanthemum in person to report on their activities, and the journey was lengthy and tiring. The lost time could better be spent on furthering their work instead of traveling across the Realm.
Luminance blew a strand of her mane out of her eyes and took another sip of her wine. She still didn't trust any of the kirin who served in the Collegium, and she regularly rejected petitions like this one. But Foehn at least had kirin to vouch for him and a track record of success and loyalty. Besides, maybe if she accepted, then that would be one fewer report that crossed her desk in the future.
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We have to keep a close eye on these kirin. If you give an inch they'll take a mile.
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Foehn Torrent, like many others, have proven their loyalty to the Realm.
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Subjective Justice
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Dayspring Rose grunted and stretched her aching limbs as the court adjourned for recess. Normally, observing a murder trial would hardly fall under her purview, but Rising Sun had taken a particular interest in this trial and had brought Dayspring along to see it. The case centered around an Incarnadine Soldier, brother-sergeant Found Flame, who had been dispatched with a detachment of his unit to find and arrest the fugitive leadership of the Rhapsody Procurate who were hiding in the mountains around Rhapsody. Flame and his companions had found the Procurate, alright, but at a terrible cost from partisan attacks, and instead of bringing the Procurate back to Vermilion for trial, Flame had lost control and murdered them in the nirik state, along with numerous civilians in the village that had been sheltering the Procurate, before he could be pacified. Now, instead of the Procurate being put on trial for crimes of heresy, their murderer stood before the court.
From the beginning, Rising Sun had seemed displeased, and as kirin left the courtroom for the recess, she voiced her displeasure in the resulting privacy. "These prosecutors are too zealous," she stated, eyeing the prosecution with smoldering ire. "Flame shouldn't have been arrested in the first place. He dispatched justice far faster than these kirin ever would have, and his righteous wrath was indiscriminate. These kirin would have found excuses to pardon the Procurate, I'm sure of it."
Dayspring blinked in shock. "We can't expect to run a nation on vigilantism, First Priestess," she objected. "Found Flame murdered captives in cold blood and killed villagers who happened to be nearby! That's hardly justice, that's barbarity! No one kirin should be able to decide if somekirin else lives or dies."
"I would rather have the justice of the people than the schemes of an educated elite deciding who is right and who is wrong." Rising Sun narrowed her eyes once more at the prosecution before turning them to Dayspring. "The Rising Fire is a faith of the people, and the people should deliver Concord's justice, not lawyers. I believe Flame is innocent before Her eyes. But I wonder how She will see these buffoons trying their damndest to condemn him..."
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"If the prosecution wants to interfere in Her divine judgment, I'll have them punished for it."
The Fire Risen
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"The prosecution may be foalish, but I suppose they're only doing their job."
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Punishing Provocation?
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One of the key differences between the Rising Fire and the Way of Fire exists in the agency given to the kirin who profess their belief in Concord, our righteous Goddess of Fire and Guardian of the Primordial Flame. Whereas the Way of Fire was a highly centralized and rigid belief structure where all authority on matters of ritual and interpretation was concentrated in the priests and mystics, the Rising Fire believes that it is the right of everykirin to meditate and ponder Concord's divine will and teachings. Only through this way could we nurture a spiritual and pure belief in Concord's plan, untainted by the greed and corruption of the Way of Fire priests that controlled what their followers believed and manipulated it into a self-serving tool to feed their own hedonism.
Core to these practices are the wandering preacher-provocateurs who travel the Realm to spread the truths of the Rising Fire to those who have spiritually stagnated under the rotting regime of the Way of Fire. Filled with righteous fervor, these charismatic and dedicated kirin spin effective arguments on matters of religion and governance, pointing out how the old government in Vermilion used the Way of Fire to oppress the people, or how the foreigners sought to commodify our beliefs as a way of controlling us. The best of these provocateurs are well known, and draw crowds wherever they stop to speak. The only problem is that these kirin all have vastly different life experiences, and while personal experience in finding one's beliefs is a core part of the Rising Fire, in these confusing times, these differences are only threatening more heresy as kirin not use to thinking for themselves are subjected to different interpretations of the same core belief.
Recently, First Priestess Rising Sun has proposed the standardization of the Rising Fire's core beliefs and the provision of her official interpretation of Concord's will to the provocateurs to spread to the masses. There will of course be those big names who will be resistant to more closely aligning with the First Priestess' personal views, but in the interest of maintaining religious unity in the state and smothering out fledging heresy, perhaps it would be best to pull potentially problematic preacher-provocateurs aside and host them in a retreat outside of Chrysanthemum until the First Priestess' beliefs can be thoroughly explained to them...
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We should explain the First Priestess' beliefs to them until they agree with us.
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The First Priestess has her beliefs, and the preachers their own. Isn't that how it works?
The Fire Risen
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"The Order of the Iron Chrysanthemum was mostly smashed and scattered to the winds, but there are still a few diehard partisans out there looting and raiding. If you hear gunshots, don't be alarmed. And in a little bit, maybe you'll understand."
Dayspring Rose cocked her head at that odd warning, but nevertheless she followed the younger stallion past the razorwire-topped fences set up around the camp. She had set out to Greater Providence that day on the invitation of Flash Pan, one of Kindling Flash's students and friends, and the young stallion had proven himself both chatty and full of conviction and idealism. Dayspring appreciated both of those traits, but as the pair passed by the bannerkirin guarding the camp, she wondered where that fervor would take them.
She didn't have to wait long to find out. They were barely a hundred yards from the gate when Flash Pan stopped and gestured at the dirty squalor and filth surrounding them, and the emaciated kirin huddled together in whatever shelter they could find from the harsh noon sun. "Did you know things were this bad?" Flash Pan asked her. "This prison for the NAKP partisans and collaborators is more like a dumping ground. The prisoners here are given no medication, offered no sanitation, and only scraps of old and moldy food. And for what? Because Iron Chrysanthemum partisans keep attacking our patrols?" He stomped his hoof down in frustration. "This is cruel and collective punishment! I thought we were supposed to be better than this! Liberators, not tyrants! Why does the First Priestess let this cruelty continue?"
Dayspring looked at the skeletal kirin huddled together, and a frown placed heavy weights on the corners of her muzzle. "It's not that simple," she said in a low voice as she regarded the foreigners who were once her enemy on the battlefield. "The populace here despise us. They're clinging to the promises the foreigners gave them, of building a utopia for them on the backs of our slave labor. They support the NAKP partisans, and until they do, they have to be punished for it. Only when they stop clinging to the lie the NAKP fed them and realize that they stand to prosper from working with us and not against us, then the misery can hopefully end." She closed her eyes for a moment before adding, "I fought in the war. I know how brutal and vicious things got. Entire towns in the west no longer exist because of the fighting. These kirin should consider themselves lucky that the same hasn't befallen them."
Flash Pan regarded her with a scrutinizing glare before abruptly turning away. "Only a monster thinks monstrosities are acceptable if they happen to somecreature else."
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"I am not a monster. I am only a realist."
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Naught but Dust
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The urn sat on the table, surrounded by its husband and three daughters.
Wintry Mix could only look on at the simple porcelain jar that held all that remained of his wife as the kirin from the Public Works program left his family behind. After weeks without any mail from his wife, the kirin had arrived unannounced, left behind her remains, apologized to the family, and departed again. For Wintry Mix, the pain gashing open his heart dwarfed the scalding lacerations of the artillery shell that had severed his foreleg and cracked his horn in the war, and it was because it was all his fault. If he hadn't been crippled, his wife wouldn't have been conscripted into the Compulsory Labour Program. Maybe if he had been more careful, his daughters wouldn't have lost their mother. Maybe... maybe...
His youngest looked on in confusion at the wails of the middle, but the eldest only lashed out in anger. "Damn the Rising Fire!" she screamed, stomping her hooves in frustration. "Damn the First Priestess! They worked her to death! They took everything she had in her until she died and then they gave us her ashes! And for what? A thank you for her service to the Realm?! That's it?!" She screamed and howled curses and obscenities, and for a moment her magic danced around the urn as if she meant to smash it, but it abruptly melted away as soon as Wintry started from his seat.
"We must all make sacrifices for the Realm, dear," he said as he forced himself to stand on his three legs. "Do you know what my sergeant said during the war? 'There will be many who will never live to see the utopia we make, but they will be comforted knowing Concord's embrace is still all the sweeter.' We have to do what we must, for Realm and Republic. Don't you understand?"
But as he looked into his daughter's face, he only saw tears of anger and anguish, and a face that would all too soon be old enough to fight for the Incarnadine Soldiery, or work under the Compulsory Labour Program.
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Like the mother before, so too soon will the daughter.
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Naught but Ash
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The second urn had been too much for Wintry Mix. Like his wife, he didn't know the how or why. But it didn't matter. He knew only one thing, and that was that he couldn't bear to see a third. He couldn't, wouldn't. And he would make sure of that.
After making sure his last two daughters would be well cared for by their grandparents, he had embarked on the long walk to Vermilion on his own three hooves. Many times he had questioned what he was doing, and many times he had wondered whether he should turn back. He missed his daughters; his heart ached, and the only thing holding it together was his resolve. But this would not happen again. That, he was sure of.
When he arrived in Vermilion, he spent days tracking his target, finding where she liked to frequent, and when. Once he had picked out a suitable spot, he had half a can of gasoline and donated the rest to the temples. Then finally, when he was ready, he waited at the corner, and when she approached, he swallowed as much of the gasoline as he could stomach, poured the rest on his scales, and galloped into the open.
His sudden appearance shocked Dayspring Rose, who jumped backwards as Wintry Mix charged toward her. But as magic flared to her horn to defend herself, the peasant stopped in front of her. "The Compulsory Labour Program has taken my wife and my eldest daughter from me!" he shouted, and his magic seized a single match from within the dripping folds of his ragged clothes. "I will not watch as you take my last two from me! By Concord's mercy, I spurn you and the Rising Fire! I spurn the First Priestess, and I spurn the Realm!"
Then he lit his match on the scales of his nose, and the flame took immediately.
There were no screams, no cries of pain or screams of fury. Dayspring watched in shocked horror as the kirin sat down before her, the flames burning away mane, skin, and scales in silence. When it was done, only blackened bones remained... and the eyes of a hundred more shocked kirin gathered in the square.
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Dayspring did not sleep that night... nor the night after that.
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"I find it hard to believe that things are that bad." A pause, then, "Dayspring, are you listening to me?"
Dayspring blinked twice, and when she did, the ghost of the peasant who had self-immolated was replaced by First Priestess Rising Sun's dour face. Dayspring shuddered and pushed her memories to the back of her mind and offered Rising Sun a shaky nod. "I think they are," she finally offered the priestess. "I had to do some digging of my own to get around what the banners didn't want me to see, but the rate of death and injury is shockingly high. In most rural areas, one in four kirin lose a limb, horn, or their life. The kirin who burned himself in front of me... he had lost his wife and daughter. Two kirin from one family. We need to do something about the corvees; the kirin tragedy is getting out of control."
"No," Rising Sun said, and Dayspring's eyes widened in surprise. "Our future is built on the sacrifices we make every day. We made countless sacrifices during the war to even have a chance at building our future. And now that we've won it, we're suddenly not willing to see it through?" She shook her head and picked up the papers Dayspring had brought her in her magic, crumpling them into a ball and tossing them into a wastebasket. "We still have enemies about. The foreigners lurk in the shadows, and the Way of Fire heretics still twist ears and stain souls where they can. They seek any way they can to topple us, to undo our victory as we close in on cementing its legacy. Deluding poor peasants with a lack of conviction and a dearth of faith into pointless suicide is just one of their tactics many tactics. We cannot show them that it is working; it will show them that we are weak. Do you understand, Dayspring?"
"I understand that kirin are dying for the Realm," Dayspring carefully said, feeling Rising Sun's sharp eyes scrutinize her closely. "But there is a difference between an honorable death and a pointless one, don't you think? Kirin are dying from preventable causes. What sacrifice are they truly making to Concord and the Realm if there was no need for their death in the first place?"
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"Just because we don't understand what Concord demands of us doesn't mean it was a pointless death."
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"Perhaps the corvees are killing the peasants for nothing. Sacrifices should be necessary, not commonplace."
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Dry grass crunched under Dayspring's hooves as she walked through what had once been a fruitful farm in the Cerulean Lowlands. The fallow field had not been the first she had seen, nor the tenth, nor the hundredth. The train ride to the Mellifluve Delta had passed mile after mile after mile of dead, empty fields, either filled with withered grain or dead grasses. What had once been the Realm's breadbasket, the heart of its agriculture and source of food for the kirin who lived all along the Mellifluve's deltas, suddenly had naught but sand to offer.
"How?" Dayspring asked herself as she looked over the desolation. What had happened to the Realm to cause such a famine? Was it the Hundred Day Campaigns that had stripped so many able-bodied kirin from the lands they had worked for the betterment of the Realm, only to contribute to its downfall? Was it the civil war that had scorched and pillaged the land, grinding so many kirin into dust, their blood poisoning the land? Did it stem back to the Grand Gallop Onward, the failure of which had caused all of this? Or was it merely bad luck, a combination of torrential rains, flooding, and blight sent by Concord herself that had brought ruin to the farms of the Realm?
Whatever the cause, Dayspring knew it didn't really matter. The only thing they could do now is try to fix it before it got worse. It wouldn't be an easy task—so many skilled and knowledgable kirin that could have helped solve the mess had fled the Realm for one reason or another—so the only thing they had left was brute force. As Dayspring turned around and returned the way she came, she started to draft up an order in her mind to the Banner Jurisdictions to devote more kirin to the production brigades to ramp up agricultural production elsewhere. No matter what it took, Dayspring knew one thing for certain: the kirin of the Realm had already soldiered through so much. One more burden would not break them.
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A Realm for All Kirin
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[This.GetNewspaperHeader]This morning in Vermilion, before a cheering crowd of thousands, First Priestess Rising Sun declared that it is her duty and the duty of all faithful of the Rising Fire to spread the true light of Concord to all kirin who live in the world of her creation. Her words left little to interpretation; expressing her firm belief that all kirin should live under one banner in devotion to Concord, the First Priestess swore not to rest until Concord's divine will was carried out. From Taungpau to Zaikiria, from Fragrance to Madrepore, soon all kirin will live under a Great Realm of the Kirin!
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One race, one Goddess, one Kiria!
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"Bannerkirin, form up," Signal Flare ordered, warily using her magic to push some of her bannerkirin into a line in front of the town's monastery as the mob approached. She could tell from a distance that they were angry, though not at her banner; their anger was reserved for the ten or so mystic-scholars standing behind her, who looked with worry at the approaching crowd and the seemingly insufficient number of soldiers standing between it and them.
Once her soldiers had made as protective of a line as they could, Flare stepped forward and raised her hoof, showing the seal of the First Priestess impressed upon her orders. "By order of the First Priestess and executed by Banner Master Signal Flare of the Incarnadine Soldiery, the mystic-scholars of Coriander are to be hereby relocated to Vermilion," she proclaimed, doing her best to raise her voice above the chaos of the mob. "This is not a pardon for their crimes in service of the Way of Fire! Their knowledge and talents as learned scholars will be put to use in securing the future of the revolution, but they shall remain as prisoners of the Incarnadine Soldiery until they have proven themselves worthy of freedom! Stand down!"
Though the decree put some pause into the mob, a few kirin still stepped forward. "These hedonists ruined us with tithes and enforced their extortion with thugs!" one shouted. "You speak of redemption; if that is so, then they must earn it here, breaking their scales in the fields like the rest of us, not in a gilded cage in Vermilion!"
Cheers of agreement rose from the mob, and Signal Flare looked back at her soldiers. She felt confident they were strong enough to get the mystic-scholars out of Coriander and to Vermilion... though not without paying a price in blood.
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The peasants are right; the hedonists must serve their punishment here in Coriander.
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Their expertise is too valuable to the Rising Fire to be wasted on labor in a poor village.
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All was smoke, soot, and screaming. In the dark of the moonless light, fiery demons stormed through Dayglow's camp, screaming and hollering like banshees and violent midnight fiends. In the flurry of confusion and death, it was little wonder that Dayglow's companions, guerillas who still fought in the memory of the NAKP and what it once stood for, fled in confusion only to be cut down by rifle fire once they breached the walls of the camp.
A warrior's cry rang out from behind Dayglow, and the stallion turned about and managed to drive his sword through the stomach of the kirin leaping at him. His assailant coughed blood into Dayglow's face, and her eyes widened in surprise at the feeling of cold steel running through her cut, the burning fuses she'd tied into her mane wreathing it in a deathly glow and a halo of smoke. She wasn't a true nirik, only fought and screamed like one, and she whimpered and fell limp when Dayglow ripped the sword out of her bowels. Dayglow spat in her face as her eyes turned to glass, and then turned back to the assault at hoof.
He knew from the mare he killed he was fighting the Demon Battalion of the Incarnadine Soldiery, a pack of ruthless killers who hunted down guerillas and anykirin sympathetic to them with violence and glee. Stories of their malice and midnight attacks coupled with their terrifying screams and burning manes shattered most untested kirin on contact, and Dayglow knew that his camp was no different. But he was no green recruit; he had fought in the civil war, and he was no stranger to death. Tonight, he supposed, it was his turn.
But he had no intention of going alone. Breaking open a crate of munitions next to his tent, he pulled out two sticks of dynamite with lengthy fuses, tucked them into the loops of his ragged mane, and lit them with a spark before leaping into the fray. If the Demon Battalion liked to fight with gunpowder fuses that did little more than smoke and flare, Dayglow would show them just what true warriors thought of that.
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Twenty seconds later, thunder took him and seven others to Concord.
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Smothering the Fire
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It was funny how the so-called pious faced death, Linseed Gilding thought, as her soldiers forced the mystics and their vermilion robes into the ditch by the road at gunpoint. Some walked with stoicism and clutched the charcoal sticks of their order in prayer, while others protested and cried out with fear. It separated the believers from the pretenders; why be afraid if you believe in the righteousness of your spirituality?
This was not the first den of Way of Fire hedonists Linseed had ordered cleared out on the First Priestess' orders, but it was the first one she had overseen in person. This was her hometown of Amaranth, where once she had studied with the mystics and their misguided lessons, and when she had heard that the Way of Fire temple had refused to profess loyalty and belief in the All-Communion Path of the Rising Fire, she had insisted on overseeing their removal herself. Now she walked past the priests in the ditch, looking over faces she once had seen from afar, until an elderly stallion called out to her. "Linseed? Is that you, child?"
Linseed bared her teeth and turned at the voice, but she froze when she recognized the wrinkles on his face and the crook of his horn. It was her old mentor, Cooling Salve, and the stallion looked up at her with worry in his eyes, though Linseed knew it was not for himself, but for her. "What are you doing here at the head of a band of killers, Linseed? Do you not remember what Concord taught us, what we studied together? The values of righteousness, justice, and mercy?"
Linseed summoned anger from within herself and put a scowl on her face. "What justice and mercy did the Way of Fire give the kirin of the Realm?" she asked him. "For years, the Way of Fire preyed on the weak and poor in the name of piety. I opened my eyes to your hypocrisy, and now I will mete out the justice the Realm deserves."
"By becoming a killer?" Salve asked her. "You must be a mare worthy of Concord's love, not a cold-blooded killer who spurns its warmth. Otherwise the misery you sow today will only blossom into ruin and damnation when She passes Her judgment on you." At that, he closed his eyes and turned away from Linseed. "Did you come here to kill us, Linseed, to prove a point?"
Linseed seethed, but as memories of her time in Amaranth's temple came back to her, she felt her knees tremble. "I don't know," she admitted.
Salve slowly nodded. "Then now is your time to choose which path you walk," he told her. "In Concord's light, or in Her darkness."
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"I already walk with Concord's light. You will be buried without it."
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"I... I am not a killer. But you will answer for heresy in prison."
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A Deer in the Revolution
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Rising Sun watched from the shadowy balcony of the nearby Rising Fire temple as a crowd gathered around a curious figure on the ground below. He was neither a pony nor a zebra, but a deer, and a deer spotted in [ROOT.Capital.GetName], so far away from the yarildoms of Hindia to the north, had drawn a lot of attention. But even more fascinating than his race was his story, and he certainly had quite the story to tell.
The deer, scarred and lame from injuries sustained long ago, bore the name Cherith, and had once been a thrall at a Chitali shipyard that built longboats renowned for elegance, speed, and a firm adherence to the traditional techniques of his people. It was a lucrative business—for the deer that owned it. Cherith, being a thrall, never saw any reward for his hard work except the ever-growing demand to make more. So, banding together other thralls at the shipyards, Cherith led a strike against the poor working conditions that quickly grew into a revolt. Though the revolt was crushed, Cherith had escaped with several others to Barasingha, acquiring some infamy as the leader of the strike along the way. After becoming acquainted with members of the Marksist-Stallionist Workers' Party of Kiria in Barasingha, Cherith traveled from that country to Fragrance and then to the Great Mellifluve, where he constructed a canoe and sailed to [ROOT.Capital.GetName].
Rising Sun had to admit, the former thrall's story was an exciting and inspiring one, and there was little doubt as to why he had drawn such a crowd in the capital. Having him fight for the revolution would be a fantastic and inspiring boon for the cause; he was the model of injustice beyond the Realm's borders and could inspire the kirin of the Realm to not let it fall to the same twisted vices of its neighbors. But if he was associated with the MSWPK, then he was a threat to be monitored. The Workers' Party had little in common with the Rising Fire, and any support the former lent the latter was only a friendship of convenience. Rising Sun wouldn't put it past the Party to try and plant a spy in her midst to steer the Rising Fire toward ideals more in line with their beliefs.
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He's a deer to keep an eye on, for sure.
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Shedding Antlers of Lies
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Rising Sun leaned against a wall at the train station in [ROOT.Capital.GetName] and watched from the shadows, feeling a sense of deja vu overcome her as she watched members of the Incarnadine Soldiery lead an antlered figure through a crowd of kirin and to a waiting train. She remembered the day when she first laid eyes on Cherith Kattumaram, the thrall who had escaped Chital and found a new home in Kiria, and found it amusing that in a year from now, few kirin would remember that day, let alone this one, or the deer behind such commotion.
A pamphlet produced by the MSWPK had recently been found circulating throughout the Realm, and it didn't take long to pin Cherith as the author behind it. The pamphlet made many proclamations espousing the strength of the ideals of Marksist-Stallionism, but most damning had been the suggestion to enshrine freedom of religious belief in the Republic's constitution. There were many things Rising Sun could point to in the pamphlet that had led to Cherith's arrest, but the suggestion that the Rising Fire should no longer play a central component in life in the Realm was unforgivable. Kiria needed the Rising Fire if it wanted to stay free and prosperous, and to suggest otherwise was not only treason, but blasphemy. It took no time at all to arrange a tribunal and find Cherith guilty of treason and blasphemy, and the punishment that awaited him was ten years' exile in Labour Settlement 07 at the base of Atramentous Rock in the Peaks of Peril. Sun thought it doubtful that Cherith would be a problem again in ten years' time.
The tribunal had also been a convenient opportunity to crack down on the Marksist-Stallionist Workers' Party of Kiria; Cherith was only their most popular face in the Realm, and Sun knew somecreature else would replace him in time. At the very least, Cherith wouldn't go to the labour settlement alone, and the jeering crowd that sent him off would give him and any other subversive elements a reminder of what happens when you try to take Concord out of Kiria. Though Rising Sun knew other parties and movements both overseas and at home would denounce the move, she knew the truly pious and patriotic in the Realm would support her. If the Realm let down its guard, groups like the MSWPK would try their hardest to lead the Realm afoul of Concord's will. As Her first priestess, Rising Sun would not let that happen.
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"There is no Kiria without the Rising Fire!"
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My Allegiance is to the Republic!
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Dayspring Rose looked out at the dark clouds gathering in the skies beyond the Verdigris Rotunda with a little wariness, though a glance at her side confirmed that Rising Sun was too engrossed in the ceremony to notice the impending bad weather. The two mares had joined many of the Republic's dignitaries and officials for the oath-swearing ceremony in Vermilion, where the NCOs and commanders of the First Regular Brigade of the Army of the Fraternal Republic of Kiria pledged their allegiance to the Fraternal Republic and the kirin people. Given the importance of the ceremony, there had been many speeches and awards to be given out, and the whole thing had dragged on for longer than planned. Dayspring wondered if they were going to finish before the storm hit.
Finally, General Ember Glow took to the podium to lead the oath, and Rising Sun leaned forward in her seat with anticipation. The general was the Republic's most important and famous general; it had been her tactics and unyielding resolve that had helped deliver victory with so little to work with, and even the commoners of the Realm knew her name. Having her recite the oath was as important a symbolic victory for the Republic as any, and the First Priestess held her breath as Ember raised her hoof. "I solemnly swear under Concord's bright and glorious fire that I will support and defend the Fraternal Republic of Kiria," the general said, pausing as the officers recited it back to her, then continued. "I will defend Her prosperous Realm from all threats, foreign and domestic, and will faithfully discharge the duties of the office in which I am about to enter. I take this obligation freely and with clear conscience and earnest will to serve the Republic and no other nation or person. By the divine spark invested in me by our Divine Mother in Fire, I swear this oath."
Clapping and cheering erupted from the onlookers as the oath finished, and Ember Glow spared a small smile for the officers, but as Dayspring clopped her hooves together, she saw no such applause coming from Rising Sun. Instead the First Priestess seethed, and though the noise drowned out her words, Dayspring read the utterances from her lips. "She did not mention the Rising Fire," the First Priestess muttered to herself. "She did not mention ME."
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Dayspring swallowed hard and pretended not to notice.
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To Devour the Revolution
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This time the smoke of the burning village was close enough to be seen from the second story of the Vermilion Palace as it overlooked the countryside, and both Dayspring Rose and Rising Sun paused as they walked the palace's halls to observe it. Though neither knew for certain what the cause of the smoke was, both had their suspicions, and Rising Sun saw fit to voice hers. "These nirik riots need to be stopped," she said, an irritated growl creeping into her voice. "The Grand Gallop Onward agitated them and they've been allowed to fester since. The hedonists never bothered quelling them during the civil war and we've been too complacent in letting them burn themselves out. You would think they would peter out now that the Way of Fire can no longer exploit them."
"I think the peasants expected more from us," Dayspring posited, and when Rising Sun fixed her with a raised eyebrow, the mare elaborated. "They fought and gave their lives to build the Republic, but in many places, they still don't have access to clean water or good food. We've been hard on them with goods and labor quotas to rebuild after the war, and I think after learning to fight for themselves in the civil war, they don't think the fighting is done yet." She hesitated, then added, "If we don't do something to appease them and raise their standard of living, I think we'll have another civil war on our hooves. Or maybe even the general nirik uprising that Noctilucent Charm had been so afraid of a century ago."
"If they think they can make their lives better by destroying the thing they helped create, then we need to destroy them first," Rising Sun spat with a bitter anger. "Do they think they are the only ones who suffered in the war? The Revolution was born from suffering. There are plenty who are happy with how things changed. Greedy peasants throwing tantrums because they don't sit atop mountains of gold should be punished for their insolence." She turned to Dayspring and fixed her with a frown. "I want you to find a way to deal with this. These foals must not devour the Revolution!"
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"I-I'll see to it, Rising..."
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The First Droplets of Blood
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The captain felt the rifle shake in her magical grasp as the lead it spat hit its mark. The nirik in front of her hit the ground with a snarl that gave way to a whimper of pain, and then finally silence as she put another bullet between the scales under its horn. The rage having left the monster's body with its life, the nirik turned back into a soft pink kirin mare with a white mane quickly taking on the color of the blood pooling around it. An eerie quiet settled over the still-smoldering no-name village, and after several moments of stillness, the captain let out a sigh, shouldered her rifle, and pulled a cigarette out of her pocket. After the thrill of combat, a smoke helped calm her nerves. She just didn't think she'd still be relying on her old habits from the civil war after it was over.
"Looks like the last of them," one of her soldiers said as he wandered over the smoldering rubble. "Like shooting fish in a barrel, don't you think? Doesn't get much easier than that."
"If we fight town by town, then yes," the captain said, but she turned and fixed the soldier with a weary look. "You know how when you throw a stone into a pond the water plumes back up and showers the surface with droplets? This town is just one of those droplets. The First Priestess is pushing these kirin so hard that they see no other choice. What else can you do when the Revolution that promised to liberate you steals your land, your crops, and your family instead?" She shook her head. "We've exploited them harder than they ever suffered under the Way of Fire... AFTER they bled and died for us. Pretty soon these won't be droplets any more; they'll be the splash when the plume slams back down into the surface of the pond."
"Half the Realm could go nirik for all I care," the soldier said with a scoff, and he patted his rifle. "Nirik were scary when all we had were swords and spears. Fire and fangs don't do much when we can kill them before they get to us."
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"Your rifle holds ten shots. What will you do when the eleventh nirik gets to you?"
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The Splash of Blood
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The below descriptions are available for this event.
The following description is used if:
- File:UMC.png UMC:
- Country flag UMC_revolt_spawned_WEST_scripted_loc is set
- There was a spark, and before the head of the match had fully succumbed to the flame, the conflagration consumed all.
In the ashes that remained, few would be able to pinpoint the start of the blaze that consumed the western reaches of the Realm. Perhaps it had started in a workshop, where an angry banner-sergeant in the Incarnadine Soldiery struck a poor peasant worker for performing a shoddy repair job on their rifle while buried under an avalanche of impossible to fulfill orders. Maybe it had started in a lumber mill, where an exhausted worker tripped over her tail after a twenty hour shift and fell into the whirling blades that split the logs of the old growth forest. It could have been from a desperate and starving urchin, who, after being cornered in an alley for stealing a loaf of bread, saw no other choice. Whatever the cause, somekirin had turned nirik, and when they did, their rage was just enough heat to make the bubbling pot boil over.
By the end of the day, it seemed, much of the West had given into fire and fury. There was no plan, no leader, no ideology, only mindless anger and rage that slaughtered soldier and priest alike in a cry of anguish over the perversion of the Revolution to autocracy and oppression it once fought against but now only multiplied. As garrisons struggled to hold back the tide, one soldier found a message painted on the side of a burning pagoda in a mystic's blood: "Why have you forsaken your loyal subjects so, First Priestess?"
The following description is used if:
- File:UMC.png UMC:
- Country flag UMC_revolt_spawned_NORTH_scripted_loc is set
- There was a spark, and before the head of the match had fully succumbed to the flame, the conflagration consumed all.
In the ashes that remained, few would be able to pinpoint the start of the blaze that consumed the northern fringes of the Realm. Perhaps it had started in a mine, where the angry snapping of an ailing laborer against their foremare had led to a burst of nirik flame as the coal dust hung in the air. Maybe it had started in a quarry, where hastily assembled cranes splintered and failed as the workers tried to meet their quota, and the falling stone had pressed a mare into the rocks like a flower into a book. It could have been from a desperate and starving urchin, who, after being cornered in an alley for stealing a loaf of bread, saw no other choice. Whatever the cause, somekirin had turned nirik, and when they did, their rage was just enough heat to make the bubbling pot boil over.
By the end of the day, it seemed, much of the North had given into fire and fury. There was no plan, no leader, no ideology, only mindless anger and rage that slaughtered soldier and priest alike in a cry of anguish over the perversion of the Revolution to autocracy and oppression it once fought against but now only multiplied. As garrisons struggled to hold back the tide, one soldier found a message painted on the side of a burning pagoda in a mystic's blood: "Why have you forsaken your loyal subjects so, First Priestess?"
The following description is used if:
- File:UMC.png UMC:
- Country flag UMC_revolt_spawned_SOUTH_scripted_loc is set
- There was a spark, and before the head of the match had fully succumbed to the flame, the conflagration consumed all.
In the ashes that remained, few would be able to pinpoint the start of the blaze that consumed the southern reaches of the Realm. Perhaps it had started in a fish market, where after spending all day in the Mellifluve on a leaky boat and a damaged net, what few fish a fishmonger had hauled in that day were seized by the local garrison without compensation. Maybe it had started in a garment factory when a poor worker had knocked over a candle and the flames consumed the textiles and workers inside when they found the doors to escape locked from the outside by a supervisor trying to meet quotas. It could have been from a stallion dragged away from his family for impressment into naval service who knew that they would starve and die without him to provide for them. Whatever the cause, somekirin had turned nirik, and when they did, their rage was just enough heat to make the bubbling pot boil over.
By the end of the day, it seemed, much of the South had given into fire and fury. There was no plan, no leader, no ideology, only mindless anger and rage that slaughtered soldier and priest alike in a cry of anguish over the perversion of the Revolution to autocracy and oppression it once fought against but now only multiplied. Even in Verdant, the flames of nirik fire consumed island after island in the delta of the Great Mellifluve, throwing out the garrison as the unthinkable happened and they lost control over the most important of the riverine cities. Elsewhere, as garrisons struggled to hold back the tide, one soldier found a message painted on the side of a burning pagoda in a mystic's blood: "Why have you forsaken your loyal subjects so, First Priestess?"''
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Immediate effects
Nirik Rebellion icon Nirik Rebellion
The lack of organisation and the general chaos of a nirik uprising means that it is not likely to succeed, but the fighting to suppress the rebellion will be devastating. Such an upheaval can only be put down with great loss of life and destruction. It was the prospect of a nirik rebellion exactly like this one which motivated Matriarch Superior Noctilucent Charm's imposition of the Silence more than a century ago.
The Nirik Contumacy icon The Nirik Contumacy
Although territories of the Nirik Contumacy may capitulate to the forces of the Rising Fire, the Contumacy will be able to launch new uprisings from their Base Areas across Kiria. Currently, there are (2) Contumacy Base Areas remaining.
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We have sacrificed our foals to the Revolution, but they will be devoured no longer.
The ceremony of innocence is drowned The £UMC_flag [UMC.GetName], led by the Black Contumacy, revolts against the Rising Fire!
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The Second Wave of the Nirik Outbreak
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The below descriptions are available for this event.
The following description is used if:
- File:UMC.png UMC:
- Country flag UMC_revolt_spawned_WEST_scripted_loc is set
- We thought our work was finished; after many lives lost and terrible devastation to the countryside and civilian populace, we crushed the last of the nirik revolts, leaving a scorched and blackened landscape of skeletal trees and barren fields in their wake. Order has finally been restored here, but it seems we were not fast enough to smother the last of the sparks before they found fresh kindling elsewhere. Now, the western reaches of the Realm have picked up the spark of nirik fire, and just as we let our guard down, a new conflagration has engulfed Kiria. Our populace, already weary of the revolts and fighting, must now prepare itself for another brutal campaign against the monsters that would undo the First Priestess' vision of our future.
The following description is used if:
- File:UMC.png UMC:
- Country flag UMC_revolt_spawned_NORTH_scripted_loc is set
- We thought our work was finished; after many lives lost and terrible devastation to the countryside and civilian populace, we crushed the last of the nirik revolts, leaving a scorched and blackened landscape of skeletal trees and barren fields in their wake. Order has finally been restored here, but it seems we were not fast enough to smother the last of the sparks before they found fresh kindling elsewhere. Now, the northern fringes of the Realm have picked up the spark of nirik fire, and just as we let our guard down, a new conflagration has engulfed Kiria. Our populace, already weary of the revolts and fighting, must now prepare itself for another brutal campaign against the monsters that would undo the First Priestess' vision of our future.
The following description is used if:
- File:UMC.png UMC:
- Country flag UMC_revolt_spawned_SOUTH_scripted_loc is set
- We thought our work was finished; after many lives lost and terrible devastation to the countryside and civilian populace, we crushed the last of the nirik revolts, leaving a scorched and blackened landscape of skeletal trees and barren fields in their wake. Order has finally been restored here, but it seems we were not fast enough to smother the last of the sparks before they found fresh kindling elsewhere. Now, the southern territory of the Realm has picked up the spark of nirik fire, and just as we let our guard down, a new conflagration has engulfed Kiria. Even the mighty city of Verdant, the great settlement of islands that controls the mouth of the Great Mellifluve and is regarded as the birthplace of the Rising Fire movement, has succumbed to madness and monsters. Our populace, already weary of the revolts and fighting, must now prepare itself for another brutal campaign against the monsters that would undo the First Priestess' vision of our future and would choke the lifeblood of Kiria by blocking the Great Mellifluve.''
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Immediate effects
The Nirik Contumacy icon The Nirik Contumacy
Although territories of the Nirik Contumacy may capitulate to the forces of the Rising Fire, the Contumacy will be able to launch new uprisings from their Base Areas across Kiria. Currently, there is (1) Contumacy Base Area remaining.
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We must stop this spread of nirik insanity before it grows out of control once again!
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The Third Wave of the Nirik Outbreak
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The below descriptions are available for this event.
The following description is used if:
- File:UMC.png UMC:
- Country flag UMC_revolt_spawned_WEST_scripted_loc is set
- Twice now we have put down the Contumacy and the chaos and destruction it has spread. Twice now we have suffered the plague of fire and madness that has threatened to consume the Realm within. It seems like we shall have to weather it one last time.
After the destruction of nirik hordes in the north and south, even in the city of Verdant, it seems the monsters have regrouped in the west for a final stand. The implications of such a statement are as worrying as they are horrifying; perhaps nirik can think and plan just as well as a clear-minded kirin, though their thoughts are driven by rage and hatred rather than reason and rationale. No matter. The Contumacy has nowhere else to fall back to, no other locus of unrest that it can foment and capitalize on to continue the fight. As our weary soldiers gear up for one last push, we can rest assured that this, at the least, will be the last one.
We can only hope that all this death and destruction will be worth it in the end.
The following description is used if:
- File:UMC.png UMC:
- Country flag UMC_revolt_spawned_NORTH_scripted_loc is set
- Twice now we have put down the Contumacy and the chaos and destruction it has spread. Twice now we have suffered the plague of fire and madness that has threatened to consume the Realm within. It seems like we shall have to weather it one last time.
After the destruction of nirik hordes in the west and south, even in the city of Verdant, it seems the monsters have regrouped in the north for a final stand. The implications of such a statement are as worrying as they are horrifying; perhaps nirik can think and plan just as well as a clear-minded kirin, though their thoughts are driven by rage and hatred rather than reason and rationale. No matter. The Contumacy has nowhere else to fall back to, no other locus of unrest that it can foment and capitalize on to continue the fight. As our weary soldiers gear up for one last push, we can rest assured that this, at the least, will be the last one.
We can only hope that all this death and destruction will be worth it in the end.
The following description is used if:
- File:UMC.png UMC:
- Country flag UMC_revolt_spawned_SOUTH_scripted_loc is set
- Twice now we have put down the Contumacy and the chaos and destruction it has spread. Twice now we have suffered the plague of fire and madness that has threatened to consume the Realm within. It seems like we shall have to weather it one last time.
After the destruction of nirik hordes in the north and west, it seems the monsters have regrouped in the south for a final stand. Even on their last legs, they have managed to do something we didn't think previously possible; create and execute a plan to take the city of Verdant, the city of islands that controls the delta of the Great Mellifluve, and put a stranglehold on the lifeblood of the Realm. The implications of such an action are as worrying as they are horrifying; perhaps nirik can think and plan just as well as a clear-minded kirin, though their thoughts are driven by rage and hatred rather than reason and rationale. No matter. The Contumacy has nowhere else to fall back to, no other locus of unrest that it can foment and capitalize on to continue the fight. As our weary soldiers gear up for one last push, we can rest assured that this, at the least, will be the last one.
We can only hope that all this death and destruction will be worth it in the end.''
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Immediate effects
The Nirik Contumacy icon The Nirik Contumacy
The Contumacy has no Base Areas remaining. This will be their last stand.
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One final effort is all that remains!
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The Last Flame, Snuffed Out
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The rifle shook in Cinnabar's magic with a crack of thunder and a violent shake, and finally, the last snarl in the last town was silenced.
Cinnabar didn't watch to see the cornered nirik fall to the ground; he only closed his eyes, turned his head aside, and lowered his rifle. Elsewhere in the ruins of the town, other soldiers of the Incarnadine Soldiery finished off the grim work of snuffing out the last of the Contumacy as their gunshots split the sudden quiet of the evening. This had been the last holdout of nirik, and on Rising Sun's personal orders, it was Cinnabar's duty, and the duty of the rest of his compatriots, to make sure the Contumacy died here. If that meant every last living thing in the town had to die, they would do it—and do it they had.
Walking out of the alley, Cinnabar sat down and dropped his rifle on the ground. He pressed his cleft hooves into his eyes and flattened his ears against his helmet as if he was trying to smother his senses. How much death and destruction had he been a part of? He had joined the civil war when he was but a colt, dragged along by zealotry and patriotic fervor with his sister, Cerise. The fighting and brutality had aged him, physically from injury and hardship, but mentally, emotionally, and spiritually even more so. He had seen things, done things no colt should have ever seen and done, all in the name of the Rising Fire and the future of the Realm. Now, with the Contumacy against the First Priestess' growing autocracy, Cinnabar couldn't help but feel like he had made one last, tragic mistake.
He shivered as he sat alone against the wall.
He wished his sister was still with him.
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Even the mightiest fires run out of fuel to burn sooner rather than later.
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Beyond Forced March
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Froghoof gasped as he tried to catch his breath by the side of the river, water dripping from his mane and horn onto the sodden ground below. Other, stronger kirin spared him a look as they shook themselves off and pressed onward, and after sucking down air, Froghoof gave himself a shake and willed himself to rejoin the march as it pressed onwards. When he had joined the Incarnadine Soldiery, he had imagined a more stationary deployment in countering insurgents and making sure production quotas were met, not being marched halfway across the entire Concord-forsaken Realm in a week!
But the march was the only way to catch their target, a roving band of Contumacy nirik insurgents. They weren't difficult to track on account of the fiery destruction they left in their wake, but they were difficult to catch up to without trains or automobiles, and given they moved through the rural forests and jungles rather than the roads or rivers, the Soldiery had no choice but to chase on hoof. The frenzy of the nirik state wiped out the instincts for self-preservation, which Froghoof was ashamed to admit he'd learned firsthoof during the chaos of the civil war when he'd lost control of his emotions during a fight and took three days to calm down. He knew that nirik didn't feel the need to eat, drink, or sleep, and often they would die of thirst or exhaustion if they stayed changed for too long. But the destruction they left behind them warranted a response by the Realm, and it was foolhardy to hope that they'd all kill themselves through their anger. Catching them was the Soldiery's highest priority, especially if they could contain the insurgents before they found another village to burn down.
As Froghoof rejoined the march, pain and fire burning in his legs with every step, he only hoped they'd catch the nirik soon before he was the one that dropped from exhaustion instead. Fording rivers without bridges and climbing over rocky hills without rest was hardly the epic adventure story he knew the press would tell about them one day—if they were successful.
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"Who has more stamina? A pack of frenzied monsters, or true believers in the cause?"
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A Flood of Desperation
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"Place those charges and get out!" the banner-sergeant shouted, and Prickly Pear scrambled to her hooves and climbed out of the dirt ditch placed alongside the earthen levee just south of a branch of the Great Mellifluve. Many mudstained kirin joined her, panting as they got to a safe distance, and Pear's ears flicked toward the south where the sounds of fighting were growing louder. The nirik of the Contumacy were fighting to seize the Moonlight Glow Levee System, and the militia hastily organized by the Incarnadine Soldiery were struggling to hold their fury back. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and there were none more desperate than this.
Pear looked back at the fuses as the Soldiery's engineers lit them and let the sparks travel to the placed charges. She knew what was going to happen when those charges blew; the floodwaters of the Great Mellifluve would surge through the ruined levee and wash away countless farms and settlements downstream, drowning thousands. Even during the civil war such an action was unthinkable by either side. The Realm depended on the controlled flow of the Mellifluve to irrigate its breadbasket and connect its massive territory together through riverine trade, but right now, it depended on not being on fire even more. It wouldn't matter if the breadbasket was inundated with water if the nirik would burn it down anyway. And, perhaps, it made sense in a twisted sort of way: the easiest way to put out a fire was to smother it with water.
When the charges blew with a crack of thunder, however, and the wave of water rushed out to meet her, Prickly Pear's eyes widened as she realized she and the rest of the engineers had miscalculated just how high the waters would flood.
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May the uncontrolled fury of the Great Mellifluve wash away the nirik and our sins...
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Today's Solution, Tomorrow's Problem
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Banner-Sergeant Surefire frowned from the back of the tent as her soldiers took names from the kirin of the small town of Stillwater and gave them old rifles in return. As one of the officers of the newly-organized Anti-Nirik Mutual Protection Army, it was her job to go around the countryside near reports of nirik sightings and equip and train ad-hoc militias for the defense of small villages much like this one. Augmented by a couple of veterans of the civil war stationed in each town to serve as a militia captain, the MPA would train the villagers in basic maintenance of their rifles and simple tactics to take down a frontal charge of nirik scorchers, and hopefully, by arming the countryside and the most vulnerable within it, the spread of nirik fire and madness could be contained and eventually snuffed out.
But Surefire knew that if they weren't careful, this desperate solution could be the foundation for another problem. It was no secret that the way the First Priestess pushed the kirin of the Realm to their breaking point had been the reason for the uprising, and in most villages they stopped at, the locals didn't think too highly of her, or at least the Rising Fire's regime, even if they knew better than to say so openly. Now Rising Sun was giving them rifles and telling them to fight to protect their homes. If she didn't turn things around, Surefire knew, then even when the Contumacy was defeated, the kirin of these villages would keep fighting to protect themselves—only this time against the Realm itself.
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If you give a kirin a rifle, you better have two rifles ready to take it away from her.
The Fire Risen
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Glory Days sighed and slipped her entrenching tool into her back and slouched back against the wall of the shallow gun emplacement she'd finished digging out as the crew dragged the machine gun into position. Finally, after three days of a gruesome and harrowing march through nirik-infested territory, the Fifty-Second Battalion of Red Guards had reached the village of Stillwater and set up camp on what was soon to be the epicenter of a nirik horde that had been decimating the surrounding area. The soldiers had dug trenches and weapon emplacements and cleared the fields in front of them to create a presighted killing ground. As the nirik monsters only knew anger and hate, they would simply charge at Stillwater and be cut down like wheat before the scythe. The hard work was done, and now Glory could take some time to relax before the next fight.
Then suddenly there was a scream, joined by one, two, ten, twenty more, loud and hateful. Glory jumped in alarm and looked behind her, where a stream of angry nirik attacked the town from behind, stirring chaos and overrunning surprised soldiers with fire and fangs. In a panic, Glory grabbed her rifle and began firing wildly into the oncoming horde. How did they get around them? The nirik were supposed to come from the front and attack like mindless monsters, not flank the entrenchments! Too late, Glory and the rest of her battalion realized they'd underestimated the nirik. The monsters had outflanked them and attacked across rough terrain where there weren't long grasses to catch flame and spread their smoke as an early warning. It seems, unfortunately, they could think and plan. And with the battalion's heavy weaponry pointed the wrong way, there weren't enough bullets in rifles as there were nirik in the horde.
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An hour later, the only living things left in the burning ruins of Stillwater were nirik.
Nirik Rebellion icon Nirik Rebellion
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In Theory, Theory And Practice Are The Same...
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For all the rioting, the shouts of revolution outside, the interior of the Marksist-Stallionist Workers Party of Kiria headquarters were strangely peaceful. The communists spoke in hushed tones, struggling to decide what they ought to do. Just outside the front door, kirin were dying with paving-stones in their hooves as their only weapons against the Rising Fire's outnumbered but reasonably well-equipped soldiers. In the tea room, the debate was heating up tremendously. The young party member Cramoisy burst into the middle of a discussion between party activist Summer Spice and her aging mentor, Silver Thatch. They seemed about to come to blows.
"Rising Sun is a socialist," Thatch said, almost growling, and narrowed his eyes. "Rebellion against a successful socialist revolution - even an admittedly highly agrarian and religiously-inspired one - is still reactionary. You are proposing that we stride onto the street and give our precious stocks of supplies and weapons over to reactionaries."
Summer Spice seemed furious. "You said it yourself, Thatch, these are hardly socialists, they're thugs worshipping a charismatic priest. The kirin of this city are achieving revolutionary consciousness on our doorstep and you are trying to talk us into backing their oppressors? If Rising Sun's thugs are building 'socialism' - then I am a reactionary! What do you think, Cramoisy?"
Without much warning, both kirin turned to the poor mare, who stammered and looked back and forth between them. The activist who had first brought her to the MSWPK, the mentor who had taught her everything she knew of theory and praxis... but she had no time to stare. Outside the party headquarters, somekirin let out a horrible wail of agony. A Rising Fire soldier? A revolutionary? A bystander? Cramoisy gulped and tried and failed to put the sound out of her mind.
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Rising Sun built socialism in Kiria. The mobs are resisting the workers' revolution!
Unlocks New Foci to deal with the revolt.
Fragrance's kirin achieved revolutionary consciousness. It's our duty to help them!
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With Trifles and Rifles
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Chervil Boulevard is host to a soup kitchen and community center more well known for putting on amateur theatre nights than for revolutionary fervor. But it was here that Summer Spice set up her soapbox, in front of a poster-plastered wall, and made her impassioned case. The slogans behind her were completely ordinary in every way. 'Foalcare Center open 8am-6pm'. 'Hindian Literature Club meets Tuesdays at 4'. 'Free health-check appointments available inside'. Against this quaint backdrop, it was hard to believe that these kirin in line had thrown off their shackles and risen in revolt just days before.
"Kirin of Fragrance, we need your help!" she began, and the kirin in line gave her some confused looks. "We started a fight, but we haven't won it yet. This city is about to face down the whole of Kiria under Rising Sun's tyranny! If we want to get out of this without meeting Concord, we need more volunteers to hold the barricades. And we need plenty of kirin to support them in any way they can. The MSWPK wants to put together a special Chervil Boulevard Battalion, but we need brave kirin who are willing to defend their homes!"
The silence was deafening, and Summer Spice was terrified that they were all about to go back to waiting in line, but then the very last kirin she would have expected spoke up. The grimy, decrepit old beggar Pennywort, perennial malingerer that he was, raised his hoof. "I ain't got much left in me," he said, grimly, "but put a gun in these old hooves an' I'll see 'bout doin' somethin' useful fer a change."
Summer Spice was surprised, but she nodded after a moment. "I... thank you, Pennywort. We have some older muzzle-loaders at the party headquarters." And much to Summer Spice's delight, she saw the rest of Chervil Boulevard realize they were about to be outdone by a useless old fool. Suddenly, the floodgates burst. Chamomile Breeze wanted to be the battalion's medic, the Ginko brothers insisted on donating their grocery's stocks to serve as rations. A few of the local retired bannerkirin volunteered to lead the unit. In just minutes, the MSWPK HQ was swamped.
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Now the small matter of arming, and training this lot...
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Banyan Prospect ran past the city's shipyard, and on the chaotic first day of the revolt, Banyan's rebels had charged down to the Navy yards and 'requisitioned' a 20cm cannon. Promptly nicknamed "Big Begonia", it was installed as the centerpiece of their barricades. Then, like most of the neighborhood barricadists, they had hunkered down near their homes, much to the annoyance of the defenders at the front line.
For the past several days, the CCC had been struggling to convince these neighborhood defenders to pitch in. Brown Beurré stood at the bottom of their barricade, underneath Begonia's watchful gaze, doing her best to convince them. They seemed unimpressed. "We aren't much fans of being told what to do!" the mare at the top of the barricade spat, "not by Rising Sun, not by Fickle Current, and not by some half-pint pony with a funny accent, either!" Beurré bristled at the remark, but did her best to smile.
"Do any of you kirin know how to fire that cann- err, Begonia?" Beurré watched as the barricadists looked nervously at each other, and she smiled. "I hadn't thought so. The Committee isn't asking you to abandon Banyan, but you're badly needed at the front. We can find you somekirin who can teach you how to fire that cannon properly, if you'll bring her up to Poplar Heights and put her to work in the siege. And we can get you all training, rations - whatever we have, if at least some of you will come and fight. You can even rotate yourselves out to protect Banyan if you wish."
The kirin on the barricades frowned, and mumbled something to each other, before dipping behind them to discuss. It was an agonizing twenty minutes before a mare popped back over the top to give Beurré their answer.
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"We'll send three-quarters of our folks - and a crew for Big Begonia."
Three Brigades of Barricadists will be formed and deployed: - No. 12 'Banyan Prospect' Barricadist Brigade - No. 69 'Mare & Stable' Barricadist Brigade - No. 71 'Sakura Promenade' Barricadist Brigade
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Ah, But Dying Is Easy
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For days, a passionate group of kirin has been gathering up volunteers. The Dare-to-Die Brigade means to assault the Rising Fire's perimeter around Fragrance, ready to accept only victory or death. The Revolutionary Council's pleas have fallen on deaf ears - the Brigade was marching out tonight. Their ranks filled the streets in Poplar Heights, attracting attention. Soon after starting, crowds were cheering these soon-to-be-martyrs, draping them in wreaths and having them pass around red banners to sign. Their little parade was stopped when they rounded a corner to find none other than the Mayor of Fragrance standing in their path. She cleared her throat and spoke as clearly as possible.
"Kirin of Fragrance!" she said, "I commend your bravery! But don't fool yourselves - this is all for show, you selfish bastards!" The ranks broke into murmuring and cringed back from the insult, a far cry from the heroes' sendoff they had been getting.
A shout rose up from the midst of the ranks. "The people want to take the fight to the Rising Fire!" came the call, and the ranks nodded in agreement, hoofing nervously at their flags and wreaths.
Cherry Blossom nodded. "We all do. But look at yourselves! A parade? When your comrades are fighting and dying in the mud by the Carmine as we speak? You're fine toy soldiers, but do you even have a plan? What are you going to do if you succeed? Do you think you'll take one trench-line and march straight to Rhapsody? If you want to throw your lives away for nothing, by all means-" she stepped aside, clearing the way for them to advance, "but if you're really for Fragrance, you're needed at the barricades. Now."
Both sides stared at each other uncomfortably, waiting for the Dare-to-Die Brigade to decide what really mattered.
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Cherry Blossom's not the Queen of Fragrance! We'll take the fight wherever we want!
She's right. Fragrance needs citizens, not martyrs.
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The Stag Of The Hour
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This morning, what could generously be called Fragrance's "officers" gathered at Calamint Square to elect a commander for the Army Civic. The gunfire just a few blocks away added a much-needed urgency to the proceedings. The first ballot weeded out a dozen candidates, and now there was only one with enough support to win - a Barasinghan deer named Hartshorn, whose decade of work with the MSPWK in Fragrance had proven decisive in attracting support. However, there were enough firebrand nationalists objecting to a non-kirin commander that the second and third ballots had failed. They had their reasons - from concerns about Hartshorn's competence to out-and-out xenophobia - and thanks to their objections, speeches were dragging long while the shells fell like rain.
"This deer abandons his own homeland, and we expect him to fight for ours? This is Fragrance's revolution, Fragrance's future - he doesn't have a stake in it. Not like we do." The young revolutionary jeered at Hartshorn as the deer stepped up to defend himself.
"I have been fighting for Fragrance for ten years," he began, his voice calm and measured, with only a moderate Hindian accent, "with words, when that was appropriate, and now with a rifle." The deer locked his gaze firmly on his most recent challenger. "A day does not pass that I do not think of Hsihoof and the north," he said, anger tinging his voice, "but my life, my work, my duty, lies with Fragrance now. If you will have me, I will lead, and if not, I will fight all the same. We have time for another ballot, maybe two, but their artillery is slowing down. The Rising Fire will attack within an hour, we must all return to our units. Either have me, or do not."
Though the nationalists hated to admit it, there was no more time to bicker and object - barely enough for a vote before galloping to their barricades.
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Hartshorn may have won his vote, but tomorrow the debates will rage anew.
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A Brigade of Pigs?
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The Revolutionary Council had registered both surprise and no small degree of suspicion when they had been approached by an officer of the law. This was, after all, a uniformed officer representing the very systems they were fighting against. Even giving the mare a chance to speak had split the council, but in the end Paper Brush had cast the deciding vote.
The mare plead her case with a strong conviction, but the sweat on her brow. With a slight stammer in her fearful voice she told of how her superiors had died or fled, and how her comrades had turned traitor or left. All of those that remained, however, remained because of the oaths they had taken. "And had I not," the officer concluded, "sworn to protect and serve the kirin of Fra-"
Thyme Bloom interrupted her. "Well, don't we think we'll need law enforcement eventually? Why turn down anyone willing to help us? Property still needs protection, even in war," she argued, and those beside her nodded silently.
Her voice was quickly followed by Venn Pauvre, who had openly laughed at the suggestion before a flicker of flame from his horn singed the desk. "They're a cop, Thyme. We hang cops." Pauve spoke simply, and his own clique slapped their hooves on the table in support.
Paper Brush, always eager to mend the party into cohesion, coughed and spoke up. "We're at war, I'll remind the council. Willing volunteers are something we can always use more of, and I doubt any police bold enough to approach us would be our enemies. We reform them into a brigade, and can prove their loyalty in the fight," he offered. The council did not seem moved, and the space between Thyme and Venn grew hot enough to warp the air.
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We aren't that desperate.
Maybe they can atone. With their blood. At the front.
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A Chip Off The Old Bloc
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Today's dispute in the Revolutionary Council was over the remnants of the NAKP - the party may be dead, but its former members are still stirring up trouble. Particularly, in one unfortunate case, the skilled-but-reactionary commander of the critical Poplar Heights garrisons, unrepentant NAKP member Alpenstrine. Her address to the Council this morning had caused something of a stir - her call for Fragrance's revolt to be the start of a renewed integralist Greater Providence had alarmed the leftists in the MSWPK, and made much of the CCC and the Provisional Assembly uncomfortably put in mind of the NAKP's original plans. No sooner had Alpenstrine finished speaking than Summer Spice rose with a motion to strip her of her command, and as was becoming painfully common, the Revolutionary Council degenerated into squabbling and shouting.
A recess for lunch ended with an unlikely speaker taking the floor - the prominent businessmare Thyme Bloom. The MSWPK delegates could be heard seething as she started to speak. "The simple fact is that we are at war, delegates, and war calls for unpleasant choices and uncomfortable bedfellows. We need to set aside ideological purity-" she spoke sweetly, but her glance at Summer Spice shot daggers, "-and face the facts. Alpenstrine is a competent commander and we are woefully short of military experience. I move that this chamber preserve her commission indefinitely - and in exchange, I will personally see to it that what remains of my family's enterprises in the city are fully mobilized for the war effort. Consider it a bond against Alpenstrine's conduct." She then shot another piercing glare, this time directly at Alpenstrine herself, before taking her seat.
In the end, the Council made its decision by the narrowest of margins.
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Summer Spice's MSWPK-UCF motion. There's no place in Fragrance for fascists.
Thyme Bloom's Civic-National countermotion. The mare is willing to pay.
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The harbourfront of Fragrance was the scene of a tragedy today.
For the past week, each ship arriving in the harbour was met with a panicked rush as shell-shocked kirin fought to escape the city. Early in the morning, an ocean liner had been spotted sailing past Ambergris, and the revolutionary spirit gave way to a riot. Troops had to be pulled from the front to quell the disturbance as thousands of kirin pressed towards the harbor, overwhelming even the fearsome barricades on Banyan Prospect. The CCC had called an emergency session by the harbourfront to settle the issue.
"The city is being shelled hourly," Brown Beurré pleaded, breathless after galloping down to the harbour to participate. "We're running out of medicine, running low on food. Evacuating those who cannot fight is our only chance - and their only chance, too." Her words were met with murmurs of agreement from some of the delegates, but also with a glare from the ever-practical Paper Brush.
"They were pushing each other off the docks to get to the front, Beurré. We're lucky nokirin went nirik! Morale has never been this low - and this'll happen again if we keep letting ships dock. We don't have a choice but to stand and fight. We have to stop the ships." The delegates descended into squabbling for quite some time, each side accusing the other of signing the death warrant for thousands of kirin. But eventually, like all the best committees, they had to put the matter to a vote.
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Those who cannot fight have no place in a city under siege. Save as many as we can.
Monthly Population: -80% Recruitable Population: +4%
We can't afford a riot every time a ship docks. Shut the harbour, we're in this to the end.
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That By Providence We May Be Saved
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Fragrance's fractious revolutionaries typically break along the same lines, but matters of strategy are very different from matters of ideology. The subject of today's debate, nothing less than the future of Fragrance, and all of Kiria with it. Naturally tempers were flaring.
"We're not building the future, we're sitting ducks!" came the cry from the latest radical delegate, drawing several annoyed glances. "Rising Sun's ready to make it rain shells in Fragrance for as long as it takes. We have to take the fight to her. We can start with Rhapsody and the rest of Providence Demesne, they never cottoned to Rising Sun's ilk anyway. Just a couple brave kirin to carry our spark and we'll set the whole North on fire! Damn it, I'll go myself."
Thyme Bloom shuddered at the thought of trying to convince the haughty kirin of Rhapsody to take up arms with... well, with an unwashed urban rabble. She rose to question the prior speaker. "Forgive me, delegate, but we will need more than a spark. Bringing the whole of the North to our cause could take dozens - hundreds! - of kirin visiting every village and spreading the word. It would take a whole expedition of our best and brightest to pierce the intrigues of Rhapsody alone. Those are kirin we can scarcely spare when the city is under assault by the hour! Don't you think we'd be better off keeping them here and trying to raise our flagging morale?" The jeers immediately rose from the chamber.
"You'd have us all die cowering!" barked a MSWPK member, speaking out of turn with a threatening wisp of smoke curling off of her mane. "Either Providence is with us or we're as good as dead already!"
It was several long and quarrelsome minutes before the voting could commence.
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The North together against the West!
We have to secure our home first. We can't even free Ambergris right now.
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Gilding the Cherry
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Two days ago, the Fragrance Trust Society was placed under siege. In a revolutionary city, a palatial bank rammed full of the NAKP's abandoned gold was simply too tempting a target. It had taken six hours for the Revolutionary Council to disperse the rioters, by which time they had murdered the guards, forced open the vaults, and made off with half the gold. The rest was firmly under the Council's control, and tomorrow morning, it would meet to decide what further action should be taken.
In a haze-filled hotel room-turned-office, Mayor Cherry Blossom and Thyme Bloom were having a somewhat dour discussion. "The MSWPK will want us searching every house for stolen bullion. They'll say the gold belongs to the kirin," Cherry Blossom mused, staring grimly at the rapidly-dwindling nub of her cigarette. "That will go over about as well as promising to kill their families. We have plenty of gold to buy the supplies we really need, I don't want to take the heat for sending armed kirin knocking for the rest."
Thyme Bloom seemed less sure. "For once, the Marksists might have a point," the businessmare began, drawing a raised eyebrow from Cherry Blossom. "Yes, I know. But, if we had the rest of the gold, I have some contacts who could get us some... some very good deals. On quite a lot of goodies that are getting increasingly difficult to smuggle in. Tobacco, for example."
This time they both stared grimly at the dwindling cigarette. "That would be nice..." Cherry Blossom admitted, "but siding with the left, seizing and redistributing wealth, that's playing with fire."
The left would want the gold. The center would doubtless balk. The Civic-Nationals would decide the vote - and they had to decide for the Civic-Nationals.
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Round it up. We need more guns - and we're almost out of liquor, too.
Storming every house in the city sounds messy. We'll make do.
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In Fragrance As It Is In The Heavens
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Before proceedings in the Revolutionary Council began today, a group of ten silent mystics shuffled into the meeting hall and took seats at the back. The Magistracy had politely requested the right to observe the session that would decide their fate, and it seemed only reasonable.
The Magistracy found little love in Fragrance. The priests had sold themselves too cheaply, too many times. To Vermilion, when they were the sword of the Silence. To Rhapsody, whenever the detested Procurate's self-righteousness boiled over to the rest of Providence. To Fickle Current, when the diaspora's gold paid for simony and corruption in spades. To the Rising Fire, when orthodoxy was abandoned to collaborate with the heretics of the West. But anger at their worldly misadventures gave way to nervousness about their link to the divine. There was no doubt that the Magistracy itself would be disbanded. But what to do about religion in the city?
The delegates were divided. The radicals called for secularism, appropriation of religious property, for the barring of priests from public office. But the city's liberals were aghast at the suggestion of throwing away so much tradition. The opposition seemed to have orchestrated the attendance of the Magistracy's representatives, because at the height of the debate, a liberal delegate unexpectedly yielded their time to one of the priests.
"May I remind you all - all of you who are kirin, at least," the priest began, casting a pointed glare at Brown Beurré, "that a kirin is a steward of a sacred flame. Perhaps the Magistracy went astray in its mission, but you will do well to recall that the Way of Fire is what has ever stood between sacred Kiria and a nirik-blasted ruin. Perhaps secularism is the future for places like Aquila-" yet another pointed glare at Brown Beurré "-but for the sake of all we hold dear, it must never come to pass in Kiria."
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Honeyed words from the mouths of snakes. Good riddance to the theocracy.
Revolution or not, in the end, we must answer to Concord.
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The Order Of Business
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Minutes of the Revolutionary Council of Fragrance session beginning at[GetDateText].
Summary of main motions raised to the Chair:
Motion by SUMMER SPICE to issue decrees pertaining to: rights to expression, religion, association, conscience, secret ballots, and the press. PASSED by unanimous consent.
Motion by SUMMER SPICE to issue decrees pertaining to: rights to sustenance, shelter, healthcare, a minumum wage not less than 3 taels per working day, a working day not more than 6 hours, as well as a resolution pleding to abolish wage labor. OBJECTED TO by delegate THYME BLOOM. All measures within PASSED by VOICE VOTE.
Motion by FOXGLOVE GLEAM to establish committees for the following: drafting a formal constitution, establishing civic solidarity organizations, and cooperating with neighborhood councils. TABLED and sent for consideration of the Steering Committee.
Motion by BROWN BEURRÉ to direct the proposed constitutional committee in enshrining: fixed 1:200 delegate-citizen ratios, instantaneous recall of delegates, and absolute equality of race, creed, gender, and profession, within the provisional constitution. TABLED and sent for consideration of the Steering Committee pursuant to motion by delegate FOXGLOVE GLEAM.
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Revolutionaries speak in broad strokes, yet also insist on all particulars.
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The Soup-Mare of Jasmine Square
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Snapdragon Sunrise's election as colonel had come as a surprise. The ranks of the Jasmine Square Battalion had been insistent, over the protests of the CCC and the war councils, that Snapdragon was the mare for the job. She did have some admirable, perhaps even redeeming, qualities. Her chipper tone and bottomless heart brought a smile to her soldiers without fail. And she had taken up the morale-boosting habit of carrying teakettles full of hot broth along the barricades, cheering up her subordinates with a small meal and some words of encouragement.
She was also dangerously inexperienced, and had a habit of freezing under pressure. She knew how to make her soldiers happy, but jokes and cups of soup are not orders, and the Rising Fire forces are not held back with compassion. The Jasmine Battalion was certainly cheerful, but acted more like a gang of foals than a regiment.
"Jasmine Battalion, your attention please!" Snapdragon barked, though her soft and bubbly voice was ill-suited to the task. From the nearby barricade, a few kirin looked back over their shoulders at her, and at the strange stallion standing next to her. She had to call it out several more times before the whole formation was paying her much heed.
"Thank you, Snapdragon, for your battalion's attention." the stallion said. "My name is Watercress. The CCC has asked me to provide advice and support for your colonel."
A murmur of discontent came up from the ranks, and Watercress shook his head. "You and your elected colonel will always have the final say. I'm just here to ensure that you have some proper military expertise to advise you. Now, Colonel Snapdragon, please, show me your headquarters - and tell me where you're getting this much-vaunted soup..."
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We should start by organizing regular watches... and a regular latrine detail.
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Know Thy Enemy
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A good soldier knew when they had lost, and the Rising Fire Incendiaries had long since lost the radical spirit that had guided them through their own revolution. Hopelessly outnumbered by Fragrancese skirmishers, a group of them had lowered their weapons and surrendered peacefully. They expected to be treated as fellow kirin, but by this point the cruelties of war had already piled up. "Burn them!" one shouted.
Summer Spice, representing the MSWPK, had thankfully stopped the crowd from murder - thus far. "These aren't rabid wolves! These are kirin! They could be your brothers, or sisters, can't you see that? Look at them - they're just scared, starving foals! If we start killing each other like this - without mercy, without law - we'll lose our city to our own worst instincts."
One kirin in the crowd simmered with flame. "I don't care!" she shouted. "The Rising Fire takes no prisoners. They've killed so many of our friends - they're murderers, here to destroy our city and way of life! I say we have every right to do what we want to these peasant filth."
The crowd erupted into a furore, and it seemed that opinions were split. Summer steadied her breaths as she felt she was getting somewhere. Before she could continue, however, a voice from one of the prisoners.
"Burn us, gut us, do your worst. You're all traitors to the revolution and the Rising Fire will find you all in the end. Go ahead, cowards, show me what your souls are like."
Summer swallowed, and the din grew around her. That deluded officer might have sealed the fate of her own soldiers. "It's the Rising Fire who are our enemies, not their hoofsoldiers! The peasantry are as much victims as we are. Please!"
Whatever arguments Summer had left, she had to step aside for her own safety. The crowd had a mind of it's now, and she grimaced at what might come.
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Justice can come after we're free.
The journey towards reconciliation begins now.
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The Anarchist's Pocketbook
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"This isn't a guns or butter debate," Paper Brush began, addressing the assembled delegates of the Confederation of Citizen Committees, "it's a guns or gallows debate. Either we get our act together on the production side, or we hang, simple as. We need rifles, and rations, and we need a whole damn gymnasium full of clever kirin figuring out how to come up with all of that from the limited materials on-hoof." His speech was interrupted as the lights flickered in the ballroom where they were meeting, and dust fell from the ceiling. That shell had been closer than they had liked. "... anyway. All those corporate bastards fled the city, but their workers are still here. Engineers, drafters, problem-solvers. Bring 'em all in here and put 'em to work for the CCC. Concord knows we'll need them."
The chair applauded Paper Brush's speech, and then beckoned for delegate Thyme Bloom to rise and speak. "Like Brush said, most of the old corporations are still in the city, just without their management," she began, looking around a bit nervously. "But that doesn't mean we should lump all their workers onto one committee. Let their workers take over but keep the corps intact, and they'll still have all... well, most, of their equipment and facilities. The big design firms are of more use functional than stripped for parts. Besides, concentrating planning authority in a single body is a recipe for corruption. Letting the former corps compete against each other as workers' cooperatives will prevent anykirin from gathering too much power."
Brown Beurré leaned over to Thyme Bloom as she sat down, and chuckled. "All of this is a moot point unless the Crane Corporation can make fighters out of scrap metal and and hope. But I do think you just made Paper Brush furious, hah." Across the room, Paper Brush was beet-red at the insinuation that his committee would become corrupt, and did not take his eyes off of Thyme. A few minutes of speeches later, the voting was forced to begin when the shelling got even closer.
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The workers didn't seize power just so some committee could run the show.
A planning committee would make coordinating the war effort feel less like herding cats.
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The Face of the Revolution
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The shelling continued in Fragrance like rain. The Rising Fire's advantage in artillery was on full display, and to Fragrance's citizens the sound of the blasts had long faded into the urban ambience. The city was waiting with bated breath; the silence hanging in the air made the explosions echo. Today was election day, the CCC had decreed - formally, its very last act before it adjourned, though of course it was still attending to the urgent business of the city's defense. A city fighting for liberty will not long tolerate the slow tyranny of emergency and interim powers. Perhaps wisely, the CCC was giving the city the chance to formally choose how it should be run. Fragrance's kirin were lined up outside of basement polling places, braving the bombardment to decide who should steer their little ship.
Three caucuses had formed leading up to the vote. Fragrance's principled libertarians and neighborhood loyalists had put forward a proposal to formalize the autonomy of Fragrance's neighborhoods, reorganizing the city around a free association of neighborhood collectives. The single largest party was the CCC itself, allied with elements of the left-PA, which were asking for a formal renewal of their mandate, alongside dozens of democratic reforms. A 1:200 ratio of delegates to citizens and instant recall elections for a new Fragrance Assembly were their main points. Not to be outdone, the fractious right, Fragrance's most reluctant revolutionaries, had come together to suggest formalizing Mayor Cherry Blossom's influential role within the city, establishing her popular municipal government - what was left of it - as the legal government of Fragrance.
Whoever won would have the fate of the city in their hooves - and with each falling shell, the weight of that burden grew.
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The heart of our revolution - the common kirin who first answered the call!
The soul of our revolution - the committee-kirin who guided our path!
The pride of our revolution - our Mayor, the mare who weathers every storm!
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The Sun Will Shine Always
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The signal is weak, and scratchy. The announcer, some unfamiliar mare, not the soothing host Comrade Honeysuckle Hale, is choking on her words. In the background, rumbling explosions and uncomfortably-close shouting muddle the audio. "This, uhm, this is the Fragrance Radio Collective - we're live, right? Okay, good. Sorry. I know you're all expecting to hear Comrade Honeysuckle, but he... we thought we would have more time, he told us he'd catch up. I guess they got him."
The voice pauses for an uncomfortably long time. There are some sounds that might be sobbing, but it's impossible to be certain through the noise in the background. "We're staying live until the very end. I saved Honeysuckle's notes, uhm... okay. First. We here at the FRC couldn't have been prouder to have been a part of... everything, that happened in Fragrance, these past few weeks. Nokirin - nocreature - wanted this to end this way, but if we had to die fighting, we couldn't have picked a better city or better friends to die fighting for."
She pauses again, and this time, she's clearly crying. "Second. Honeysuckle wanted us to be playing L'Internationale if... when, the Rising Fire got to us, but I didn't have time to grab the record, so..."
The mare begins to sing, her voice shaky and frequently stopping to sniffle. A few bars in, the shouting in the background gets louder, and a loud, regular banging sound can be heard. The mare whimpers, but continues.
"...of the past, let us wipe the slate clean - slave masses, arise, arise...!"
There's a sickening sound of wood crunching.
"The world is about to change its foundation!" The mare is more whimpering than singing now. Suddenly, wood splinters again, and she shrieks: "We are nothing, let us b-!"
The transmission cuts out, and doesn't return.
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For but one fiery moment, we were everything.
Sadder than anything else, is that none of this needed to happen.
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A Ring of Bitter, Sacred Steel
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Rising Fire forces began constructing trenches around Fragrance within days of the uprising. In the past few weeks, however, the pace of construction has intensified. The meticulous general Ember Glow has overseen the creation of a fortified military district surrounding the city, intent on preventing the spread of their heresy and starving them out. The revolt of capitalist restorationists, revisionist traitors, Vermilion revivalists, decadent bourgeoisie, foreign imperialists, Equestrian lapdogs, Griffonian suck-ups and general heretical, reactionary and anti-Kirian elements must not be allowed to contaminate the rest of Kiria.
In Apricot Glen, rolling artillery barrages shatter the quiet in fifteen-minute intervals; on once-sleepy Cerise's docks, shipments of heavy military and construction equipment from armories across Kiria arrive hourly. Beyond the harbor, the ships still linking Fragrance to the outside world are harassed and often sunk by raiding flotillas from Sycee. There is not an inch surrounding Fragrance that is not within the sights of a rifle.
Rising Sun has made herself clear - Fragrance's reactionary revolt is an infectious disease, one that must not be allowed to fester and must certainly not spread. The Rising Fire forces have therefore declared the city under quarantine. Their commitment to this new quarantine doctrine was demonstrated yesterday, when the revolutionaries permitted a convoy of refugees to cross the last ring of barricades and make their way to the Rising Fire lines, waving hastily-painted Rising Fire flags and seeking to surrender.
Reports of what happened next are confused. The Rising Fire claims the refugees opened fire after being ordered to return to Fragrance, and were driven back. Sources from Fragrance claim the Rising Fire raked the convoy with machine guns and mortars without warning. What is clear, is that there will be no further attempts. The Rising Fire have chained Fragrance's blasphemy with barbed wire and bayonets.
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Bah! Show us the minefield that can destroy the truth!
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Heresy is a crime against this life and the next. It will be smothered in both.
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We Are Happy To Make Martyrs Of You All
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At some point in the night, one of the barricades on Hibiscus Prospect fell.
It happened without any fanfare, as a particularly intense artillery barrage throughout the night provided cover for the attackers. It was only when morning came that the Fragrancese discovered what had happened, and the corpses of their comrades in the streets. It was not enough that the attackers had silently and brutally slain every last of the barricadists by garrottes or blades, their desecrated bodies lined the streets in gruesome displays of what the cost of resistance would be. The barricade commander especially sat propped up against the barricade with Macawian cigars and Aquileian bottles of wine demonstratively surrounding her, the Rising Fire showing their contempt for Fragrance's perceived decadence. If any of the Rising Fire's forces had been killed, they had collected their own dead, leaving the Fragrancese as a grim warning. This was clearly the work of some of the elite Valiants to whom Fragrance's untrained barricadists fell like wheat beneath the scythe.
There was a brief attempt to keep the gruesome scene a secret within the city, and preserve morale. But the next night, a rain of silent, blastless shells fell on Fragrance. Bursting open in the streets, they spilled rolled-up stacks of photographs of the massacre on Hibiscus Prospect, all with the same crudely-scribbled caption.
"You will make heroic corpses."
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And take a hundred thousand of you with us!
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Fear And Trembling
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The villagers of Cardamom, tucked in the hills south of Cerise among rice paddies and sandalwood groves, did not know that they were the enemies of the Rising Fire. Certainly, they had given some food to the rebels who had come by a week ago, singing the glories of distant Fragrance's revolutionaries and demanding, at swordpoint, provisions for their righteous fight. What were they to do? They were rice-farmers and incense-pressers, not warriors. The kirin of Cardamom were no enemies of the Rising Fire; they simply wished to be left alone.
But the Incarnadine Soldiery did not see it that way. They came in the night, dressed in uniforms stained black with iris root and calling themselves the Infernal Column. At their head was a figure even the sleepy kirin of Cardamom knew, if only by name - General Zenith Bloom, the former NAKP commander who had once tarnished her sacred Banner by taking Fickle Current's gold and fighting for his ilk. If she had any intention of treating them the way most of the NAKP's former members treated the Fragrancese...
When the villagers had been rounded up in front of their humble shrine, Zenith Bloom addressed them with a loudspeaker. "Your voluntary association with the Fragrance rebellion is both blasphemous and treasonous," she barked, "and you will be made an example of. Your homes and property are forfeit to my column. The foals of this village will be escorted to Rhapsody for re-education. The rest of you will die." The brief resistance that followed was put down by bayonet.
With Fragrance openly defying the Rising Fire, the kirin of the North were restless, straining against the halter of their western brothers. A riot in Rhapsody can be policed and suppressed. But the kirin of the countryside must be taught to police and suppress themselves. Which they will do, if they know that so much as a single sack of rice passed to the allies of Fragrance, will mean death for their whole village, at the hooves of the NAKP's turncoat butcher.
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Not just tyrants, but bandits, and traitors!
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Until the North ends its tantrum, there will be another Cardamom every week.
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The Poplar Heights Battery Raid
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Ragtag. Ramshackle. Mismatched, and outdated. Eternally short of ammunition. Operated by kirin with little real experience in artillery tactics. The Poplar Heights Battery, Mayor Cherry Blossom's personal gift to her embattled city, was as ineffective as it was utterly beloved. Though its hodgepodge of howitzers could hardly match the Rising Fire's rolling barrages, the knowledge that Fragrance was firing back kept spirits high. Which is why the Incarnadine Soldiery had marked it as their first target for a daring nighttime raid into the city.
Naturally, secrecy about precisely what happened is high from both sides of the conflict. What's known to the public is that two groups of Rising Fire Valiants, one from the harbour and one coming up through the city's sewers, stormed the Poplar Heights Battery shortly after midnight. A brief firefight was followed by a series of immense explosions that rattled Fragrance, and moments later, the twisted barrel of what had once been a naval cannon landed in the street in front of the former City Hall.
The Poplar Heights Battery is no more. The guns are broken wrecks, and any Fragrancese posted there that survived the raid, must surely have died in the blast.
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Those were the only gunshots the kirin of Fragrance found comforting.
Oh, were those your guns? Our bad!
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What Followed After The Fire
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From the rolling hills on the west bank of the Carmine, Dayspring Rose could see the whole of the valley below her. Far in the distance rose the low hills of Providence, directly below her sat unassuming Ambergris, with a few fires still burning where the Fragrancese artillery had offered its final attacks. And on the other side of the river, where once had been Fragrance, was a blackened, smouldering ruin. It was too distant to hear the gunfire, but the adjutant accompanying her was explaining that there was still combat raging in the city as the last few bitter defenders were flushed out. She was barely listening.
"How many kirin lived in Fragrance before their rebellion, sir?" she asked, and the adjutant, after a moment of stumbling over his words from the interruption, answered.
"Well over a million. The population had expanded greatly in the past few years, but there were more than a million kirin living there at the end of the Silence, at least." Dayspring Rose nodded solemnly, and then watched as a distant plume of smoke blossomed above the ruined city, the result of some latest skirmish in the mopping-up. The death toll would doubtless be staggering.
Was it worth it to the Fragrancese? To have smashed the Pearl of Kiria, for a few weeks of vainglory? Then she paused.
"We did this, you know," she said, grimly. "We will of course tell the realm that the Fragrancese brought this onto themselves. But they did not set those fires," she said, pointing a hoof at the distant smoke, "and Rhapsody, Radiance... the kirin of those cities will forever remember that we wiped their sister from the face of the world."
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"With Fragrance burns a bridge it might have been better to cross."
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Fragrance Calls For Peace
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"We may never see eye-to-eye, but we are all kirin brothers and sisters, and for us to murder each other in the streets like animals is the last thing that Concord would want. Please, in the name of peace and charity, and to save the lives of thousands of creatures who may die if this war continues, withdraw your forces, end your bombardment, and leave us alone!"
The Fragrancese have made a few communiques requesting that we 'leave them alone', but this seems to be their first formal proposal. They were even kind enough to include a proposal (somewhat generous to themselves) as to the new border, and ensure us that they would stop their rabble-rousing in Greater Providence. Heretical as they may be, storming the city would be a disastrously bloody affair... it may be best to cut our losses and be magnanimous.
... then again, when have revolutionaries of their ilk ever stopped rabble-rousing?
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It's too late for peace. Kiria must see that Fragrance's isolence will not be tolerated.
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Let them have their miserable little city. We have all of Kiria to rebuild.
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Chrysanthemum Speaks
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It's rare that the Rising Fire bother to send us any formal communications, but they did us the dignity of replying to our request for a cease-fire and peace.
"To the insolent heretics of Fragrance,
Honeyed words and red flags do not absolve you of your sins against Concord, and every new report of your continued disrespect for all Kiria holds sacred only further inspires our Banners to complete the great task you have given them - to demonstrate for all time that heresy, blasphemy, and treachery against Concord and the Matriarch-Protector Rising Sun are punishable by fire and death. You would do well to make your peace with Concord; you will find none from us."
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Fragrance Victorieux!
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[This.GetNewspaperHeader]Rising Sun's banners may have swept victorious across Kiria, but they found themselves halted by the plucky defenders of Fragrance. The siege of the city was marked by the brutality of urban combat and numerous reports of atrocities, but against all odds, the city has remained unbowed. Though the Fragrancese have been loudly calling for peace for weeks, it was the Rising Fire who abruptly and laconically announced that they were granting the city independence. It is speculated that the mounting costs and casualties of the siege forced the hooves of Rising Fire military planners.
In spite of the sudden declaration of peace, Rising Fire banners remain in place around Fragrance, and early attempts to enter and exit the city were rebuffed. It seems that Fragrance will enjoy its independence, but will remain totally isolated and under embargo by the Kirin Republic.
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A city of ingrates, not worth the blood it would take to bring them to hoof.
To peace and to freedom! And now, to rebuild...
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The Spark
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Four kirin, silent as ghosts, slipped past the final barricade and into the ruined suburbs of Fragrance under a moonless night sky. They picked their way through the ruins of their home, past the burned-out shells that had been shops and the piled corpses that had been comrades. The Rising Fire's patrols here were lax, they were soon slipping into the cover of the flax fields along the Carmine valley, heading south.
On their backs were saddlebags packed with unassuming contents - vegetables, bolts of cloth. Sewn into false bottoms and hidden pockets was their real cargo - leaflets, minutes from the Revolutionary Council, a precious reel of flim from the day of the revolt.
Fragrance was a city ablaze, and for now, its fire burned bright. But these four kirin were carrying a spark from its flame to Rhapsody, and the rest of Providence, hoping to spread the revolution. It was not lost on them that if the Rising Fire should conquer Fragance and suppress all memory of the revolt, this precious spark they carried might be the only truth the world would ever know about their city's finest days.
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All creatures must die, but some fires will burn eternal.
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The North's Insolence
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Rising Sun listened with a grim, unpleasant silence as her commanders gave their report on the situation in Fragrance. It was thoroughly bad news.
"...nearly the whole of Kiria north of the Mellifluve Basin is either in their hooves already, or will be shortly. Revolutionary activity in the Radiant Vale is-"
Rising Sun cleared her throat, and there was a sudden quiet. "Rebel activity," she corrected, "not revolutionaries, commander." There was quite an awkward pause before the commander nodded and shakily continued.
"... rebel activity in the Radiant Vale is threatening our supply line between Vermilion and the sea. In all, Matriarch-Protector, even if we should turn this tide, the rebels are likely to make us pay dearly to reclaim the north. It may be best to consider..." the commander trailed off, averted his gaze, and meekly finished, "cutting our losses, and considering their demands for independence. Before they manage to spill into the Vermilion Basin itself."
Rising Sun's face was obviously unamused.
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"We will crush them, if it takes a thousand bloodied banners."
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"Fine. They can have Providence. We have Vermilion."
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The Rhapsody Accord
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[This.GetNewspaperHeader]Today, following tense negotiations in Rhapsody, the revolutionary authorities of Northern Kiria and the Kirin Republic have come to terms and agreed to an end to their war. From humble beginnings as an urban revolt, few could have predicted the stunning success of the Fragrancese in conquering most of Northern Kiria. Seeing the writing on the wall, the Rising Fire authorities have conceded the full independence of the region, from Comely Cape to the Radiant Vale. After years of warfare in Kiria following the failure of the Great Gallop Forward, one can only hope that Kiria will enjoy a lasting peace from this agreement.
No official comment from Matriarch-Protector Rising Sun has been issued, but all reports suggest she is consumed by an implacable fury at the Incarnadine Soldiery's failure to contain Fragrance's revolution.
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The northern kirin are an ungrateful lot anyway. Good riddance.
Damn the Mellifluve! Free forever flow together the Carmine, Willow, and Jubilee!
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The Establishment of the Kirian Second Republic
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Today in Fragrance, the victorious revolutionaries did what none before them had the strength to do. Not since the foundation of the Realm of Kiria, not since the establishment of the line of Matriarchs; they admitted to themselves that Kiria is too vast, and too diverse, to be ruled with justice by a single voice on a single throne.
Like a precious opal, Kiria is made beautiful by the vibrance of differences and contrasts contained within. From the forests and hollows of the West, to the shores and cities of the North, from the mouth of the mighty Mellifluve to the highest of the Peaks of Peril - no two acres of this land are alike, and neither are any two of its kirin. Under the new Kirian Second Republic, the provinces will be free to embrace their unique cultures, lifeways, traditions, and destinies as part of a checkered but united tapestry, making themselves laboratories of harmony and socialism in all its forms. There will be disputes, and disagreements, but the provincial leaders are eager to lead Kiria towards a brighter future - marching together, each in their own way.
It was the kirin of Verdant, and later of Chrysanthemum, who first proposed the notion of a Kiria with no Matriarch, but Rising Sun usurped that dream and turned the promise of the First Fraternal Republic into a dictatorial nightmare. Today, with the devolution of almost all power to the provinces, it is the kirin of Fragrance who have restored the promise of the First Kirian Revolution through their victory in the Second. The immense moral authority of the Fragrancese, as the first to raise their banners against Rising Sun, has placed them at the head of this new Republic, but the new constitution has made it clear that they intend to empower, not to oppress, their liberated brothers and sisters.
That the end of the Silence would bring so much death will be solemnly remembered for generations. But hope is high that this Second Republic can deliver at last a lasting peace.
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We are creatures of fire. We rise, together, scarred but whole, from the ash.
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A Friendly And Fraternal Shore
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The Fragrancese held a lot of pain behind their smiles, Hoo'fran could tell. He'd heard a little bit about the terrible wars that had been fought here, and the terrible siege of this city. Which made it all the stranger that a place where there were still buildings ruined by artillery would take him and his mother in when they'd fled to the far side of the world from the violence in Saddle Arabia. But the kirin were friendly and welcoming, and that first day, they had been given several new pairs of clothes, and invited to a big community dinner in their new neighborhood on Banyan Prospect. There was never any question of where they would live, or how they would pay for anything - the first time that Hoo'fran's mother had tried to explain she was penniless after paying for their ship, the kirin had waved her off and told her there would be none of that.
Now, in the morning, Hoo'fran would go to a big neighborhood school while his mother helped out in a workshop that made the same new clothes that they had been given on their first day. The Fragrancese did things completely differently than in Saddle Arabia. At home, everyone had their own job and minded their own business, and here, everything was done with a dozen friends. Having class together wasn't so strange, but the fact that the teachers insisted on asking everycreature their opinion certainly was. And forming big groups to work in the school's greenhouses, or to go learn about various trades, or even just to play their strange sports... it was bizarre how much the kirin insisted on doing everything together.
It wasn't just that everything was together - everything seemed to revolve around the neighborhood. Every night, all the residents of Banyan Prospect would get together in the street to eat, to play games, to sing - often revolutionary songs, though also sometimes the strange hymns to the kirin goddess that Hoo'fran didn't understand. He was never hungry, and he was always learning and making friends - but this city still felt so strange.
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A Tree, The Sea, And You, And Me
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"I just don't think a treehouse would be cool, okay?" the fiery little Lychee said, crossing his hooves with a huff as his classmates huddled around. For weeks, they'd been saving up pocket money to buy some cut lumber, and pestering local carpenters to borrow some tools. The class plan to build a treehouse on the school grounds had the blessings of their teachers, and they had everything they needed - but suddenly Lychee had other ideas. "We've got everything we need to build a boat! Think about it, we could go fishing together, and show the older class we're not a bunch of foals, and-"
Lychee's tirade was interrupted by the only zebra in their class, Azteri. "We agreed to build a treehouse, though! We can't just change our minds last minute - and we'd have to get all different nails, and we wouldn't be able to build that cool swing!"
The class started to shout at each other, breaking into an argument, until the sound of their teacher stepping into the classroom and clearing his throat quieted them. "It sounds like quite the bitter debate. Don't you all think it's time you learned to handle a disagreement like this properly?"
One voice from the class piped up. "By seeing who can yell and scream the loudest?"
Their teacher shook his head, and traced his hoof along the bookshelf until he found a dusty old book - 'Roundup's Rules of Order'. "By debating, and voting. That's how your parents make all the important decisions in the city, from a local canteen deciding on tomorrow's menu, all the way up to City Hall and the government of Fragrance! Class, I'm moving next week's civics lesson up to tomorrow. For tonight, your only assignment is to prepare your cases and speeches for the Treehouse-Fishing Boat Debate. Understood?"
The sudden rush of excited conversation that filled the room suggested that they did.
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No Easy Answers
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The tea had gone cold in her hooves, but Dayspring only stared into her cup. Birds sang in the trees surrounding the grassy hill overlooking Vermilion, singing serenity into the air, but Dayspring could not bring herself to enjoy the view, nor the company of the kirin she shared it with. It was only with great reluctance and no small amount of willpower that Dayspring took a breath, set her tea back down, and notched her cleft hooves together to finally break the silence. "We should... probably discuss it," she said, her ears folding back as the words left her mouth. "Before it gets later."
Across from her, Kindling Flash let out a sigh and likewise set down his own lukewarm tea. "I'm... disturbed by the First Priestess' actions," Kindling finally said. "She runs the Realm like we are still at war. Her methods are harsh and her authority is absolute. She lashes out at minor slights and surrounds herself with cronies and yes-mares. She's paranoid about everything; during the war, when things were at their worst, she reminded me of a cornered fox, desperate and willing to claw and bite until the life was throttled out of her. Now that we've won... I think it's only gotten worse."
Dayspring winced hard at Kindling's assessment, not because of what he said, but because she found it hard to repudiate. Still, she tried. "We need to give her the trust she deserves," Dayspring insisted. "She led us to victory when others would have failed. She accomplished the impossible. And she'll do it again." Her hooves trembled, and she pressed them into the ground to stop it. "I-I know it looks bad now, but we have to trust her. She's your friend, and she's my... my mentor."
"I would like to think so," Kindling said, but when Dayspring's eyes met his, she found them shrouded in mournful steel. "But if it comes down to it, who would you stand behind? The revolution and everything we fought for? Or to Rising Sun... no matter what she may become?"
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Blood In The Mellifluve
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Rising Sun had ever paid homage to the poor kirin of Verdant, the first brave souls who had defied the Way of Fire to strike out their own way during the Silence. And though the center of the Rising Fire's energies had long shifted north to [KIC.Capital.GetName], Verdant enjoyed a pleasant, if largely forgotten, existence under their rule. Many had left to fight under Rising Sun's banners, those still home rejoiced in their newfound freedom, and the news from the front was triumphant and revolutionary. Perhaps Rising Sun was a bit self-aggrandizing, but such things can be forgiven in triumphant heroes of faith.
Propaganda, however, does not hide the refuse of Kiria, which floats down the mighty Mellifluve and bobs through Verdant on the way to the sea. And the joyous mood in Verdant had long since soured as burnt timbers, toppled wagons, bloodied clothing, and an unceasing stream of corpses became caught in the foundations of the City of Stilts.
When the messengers from Fragrance came to Verdant and told of the brutality of Rising Sun's forces, they found a city already simmering. The next morning, the Rising Fire's garrison found their barracks besieged by a furious mob of fisherkirin and firebrand preachers: those still true to the harmonic beginnings of their faith.
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If [KIC.Capital.GetName] has stumbled into darkness, then Verdant will bear harmony's torch.
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So Long As There Is Peace And Plenty
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Kindling Flash was in Sorghum when the call for help from Fragrance arrived. The Fragrancese messengers with their saddlebags loaded with photos and leaflets had proof enough of their wild claims - the Incarnadine Soldiery were engaged in a campaign that made Kindling Flash's stomach churn just to think of it. He'd seen the pictures of the cruelties that Rising Fire soldiers - doubtless some from right here in Sorghum! - had inflicted onto their victims.
Did Rising Sun know? He had known now for a long time that there was only greed for power in her heart, but the things the Fragrancese were saying, whole villages vanishing in the night, corpses defiled... were these her orders? Or was this simply a matter of the soldiery being overzealous, far from the watchful eye of [KIC.Capital.GetName]? He sent a telegram to the capital, reporting what he had seen, demanding an explanation, and while he awaited the reply, he spread the word of these abuses through the city, knowing what he might have to do.
When a train from [KIC.Capital.GetName] disgorged a contingent of Incarnadine Soldiery proclaiming the warrant for his arrest, there was no choice. So Kindling sparked a blaze, and in the fashion of Fragrance, there was a glorious day of revolution in Sorghum. Now the better-than-thou rumblings in Providence would have to stop - for the West was standing up against [KIC.Capital.GetName], too.
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What We Rightfully Stole
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There was nothing that the kirin from Fragrance were preaching that General [SBC.GetLeader] had not already heard before. She'd read the reports, back when she still cared. When being a general of the Republic had meant something more than signing stacks of death warrants for 'reactionaries' she knew well were mostly innocent peasants.
She was true to the path of the Rising Fire. These revolutionaries from Fragrance had little to tell her that she would listen to. But what did linger on her mind was something from her time closer to the frontlines.
As she had lead the Rising Fire's forces to victory over Vermilion, many rich kirins' treasures had been requisitioned and shipped back behind the lines. For redistribution, of course, but now that she thought about it, she'd never heard of much ending up redistributed. There must be stashes of plundered riches squirreled away around [KIC.Capital.GetName] for Rising Sun's personal enjoyment. Stashes which [SBC.GetLeader] had stolen for her.
When the Fragrancese had come, she spotted her chance, and immediately begun to plan. There was an obvious spot - the hill-country north of Chrysanthemum. And an obvious mission.
[SBC.GetLeader] had strict orders to redistribute wealth to the nation. Well. Now she'd found who was hoarding it.
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The Old Guard In A New Fight
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Revolutionary Fragrance's heroic tale, regardless of whether the news was triumphant or tragic, made Silver Thatch grit his teeth anytime he heard it. He remembered well the day his city had exploded into chaos, rebelling against Rising Sun. He had been her reluctant supporter, then. Seeing what had happened on the streets that day, he was no more. But Fragrance was too small to win, too weak, too reactionary at its heart - and more importantly, his pride was too strong to fight alongside what he had condemned at birth.
Which is why Thatch found himself with a band of Marksist die-hards in the dappled woods south of Massicot, drawing up plans. They'd cut deals with all the local resistance members, they'd carefully gathered their forces while Rising Sun's eye was on Fragrance and the north. But the annoying missives from Fragrance were right - if there was a time to strike, it was now.
Thatch looked over his plans. Barracks to storm, bridges to blow, depots to burn, junctions to block. They had to strike hard, make themselves look like a threat to Massicot, to draw the Rising Fire's attention. His old training came back to him. A guerrilla war in the countryside. Hit and run. Living among the peasantry. His fellow party faithful, many themselves fled from Fragrance, stood gathered around, waiting for his leadership.
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A Little Treason By The Sea
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Ember Wane stood at the wharves of Hyacinth, watching ships bobbing in the harbor and the distant, hazy outline of Auburn Isle on the horizon. Today was the day.
There were pawns still out of place on the board, kirin not yet swayed who should have been. His thicket of contacts from his days as Vermilion's spymaster was much thinned these past few years. He wasn't sure exactly what he was about to do, who he was about to declare for - but one thing was certain. The Rising Fire had to go.
There was no Realm to restore now, the Matriarchate was destroyed. Someone, he was unsure who, would deliver a stable Kiria, given enough time. He had been preparing these southern provinces, ready to deliver them to the right kirin, one who could restore peace - but there was no time to pick the perfect candidate. Fragrance was rallying Kiria to its cause, and the Rising Fire were stretched thin with revolt and revolution on every hoof. If Rising Sun was to fall - and she had to fall - then Wane had to act now.
One stroke of his pen, one code word, one missive hoofed off to the bannerkirin standing behind him. By the end of the afternoon, the Banner of the Covered Cage had sprung their traps, and the Rising Fire's lackeys from Teak to Basalt found themselves betrayed by bribed garrisons and blackmailed commanders.
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The Small Matter Of Payroll
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Radiance's substantial garrison was not happy.
Far from the front, they were kept here to protect the Rising Fire's supply lines between Vermilion and the sea. Thousands of soldiers and sailors, increasingly unhappy as their pay became increasingly late.
Since the Rising Fire had conquered Radiance, the workers of the city had become increasingly agitated about the increasing quotas of war materiel being demanded from them. At first, the Rising Fire's garrison had brutally put them down. But months of irregular pay had left them hungry. And several banners worth of hungry soldiers are not a force to be trifled with.
Fragrance's call for a fight against the Rising Fire was precisely the push that this tense city needed. There wasn't even a fight - the garrison, after all, led the rebellion. Across Radiance, dozens of trade unions, soldiers' committees, and throngs of angry sailors laid out their shared demands, in writing, and proclaimed them to the city. And then, knowing that they had signed their death warrants, they set about with the business of barricades and neighborhood battalions, modelled on their comrades in Fragrance.
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What You Preach
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Not a Realm, she had said, but a Republic, a Kiria of the common kirin, where the common kirin was free to tend their fields and orchards in peace. No haughty priests and distant Matriarchs decreeing the will of Concord to suit their own ends. So Rising Sun had promised.
"But she betrayed that dream," [UKP.GetLeader] said, turning to look over her shoulder at the group of grizzled commanders behind her. Hardy kirin from the western frontier, steeled by skirmishes against bandits and zebra raids, they were more than ready to fight for their own. "Every day she grows prouder and more paranoid. Every day there are more killings, there are more good kirin called up for treason and more peaceful farmers called up to her wars."
"We're free to peacefully obey her every command," [UKP.GetLeader] said, and the militiakirin with her grunted in assent. "If that's peace, I'd rather have a war."
And so another slate of provinces slipped through Rising Sun's hooves, choosing to struggle for liberty alongside Fragrance over another century of silent obedience to another ignorant Matriarch.
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The Sun Sets In The West
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Matriarch-Protector Rising Sun appeared to be missing this morning, following a thorough search of the entire capital. Auspiciously, her disappearance comes on the tail of triumphant celebrations by the Fragrancese revolutionaries - reports of red banners fluttering over Vermilion confirm that the rebels secured full control over the ancient capital of the old Realm.
The Fraternal Republic, meanwhile, is all but shattered.
With rebellion in provinces once considered bastions of the Rising Fire's power and the Fragrancese revolution overrunning the heart of Kiria, Rising Sun's flame has been snuffed out. The moment that the general public learned of the Matriarch-Protector's disappearance, a wave of defections, surrenders, and other high-ranking disappearances destroyed whatever was left. In the wake of this apparent abdication, whatever provincial or popular authorities remain are quickly pledging themselves to the victorious revolutionaries. Fragrance's authorities were quick to announce a radical new vision for a Second Kirian Republic, one with the absolute self-determination of the provinces as its highest ideal.
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The Rose Blooms
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"Dayspring!" Rising Sun exclaimed, and a friendly smile swept over her muzzle as she stood up from her desk and swept around the corner to meet her young apprentice as the mare in question stepped into her private study. "It is so wonderful to see you again. I'm glad to see you safe."
"I'm glad to be safe," Dayspring said, though as her eyes met Rising's, she had to force herself from wincing and releasing a shuddering breath. She had left those eyes in Chrysanthemum when the First Priestess gave her team of Valiants a special assignment to carry out in Concord's name, and Dayspring had looked into them with hope and fervor before. Now she saw the death and destruction she had wrought in Concord's name reflected back at her in the fiery glow of Rising's irises. "I wasn't sure if I would come back," she added, with perhaps a second meaning hidden in those words.
If Rising Sun noticed, she certainly didn't act like it, and her magic scooped up a wooden box on her desk and presented it to the younger kirin. "Concord willed for you to come back to me and to reap the rewards of your actions in Her name," the priestess said, and she opened the box to present a medal with Concord's visage imprinted on the top and Rising Sun's personal seal beneath it. "I want to grant you a commission in the Army of the Fraternal Republic. You've proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that Concord works through you, both in war and in sermon, and I would ask that you continue to do so in service of the Realm we are now entrusted with. I trust you, Dayspring, and I would ask that you remember that trust with fondness and keep an eye on the Army for me. You can even be rid of that loathsome pirate that's been following you around; I was hoping she would meet a fitting end in your travels, but she's proven much too stubborn to die when she's no longer needed."
"I will... decide what to do with her," Dayspring said, thinking of Roaring Fire with some measure of fondness in the struggles they endured together. "And I thank you, Priestess, but I don't know if I could take such a command..."
"You can, and you will excel at it," Rising Sun assured her, and then, seeing Dayspring still hesitate, she used her magic to gently push the young mare in for a hug.
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Mellifluve Rebels!
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Honey Dew galloped through the undergrowth, pushing aside branches and stumbling over roots as she fled from the battle raging behind her. Her standard of militia had been ordered to defend one of the few stone bridges over the Great Mellifluve. Beyond the left bank lay Verdant, the metropolis at the mouth of the Mellifluve. Along with Sorghum, Verdant was one of the first major cities directly in the path of the Rising Fire's offensive eastwards.
Her unit of bannerkirin militia were to delay the first heretical thrusts across the Mellifluve until the bridge could be properly demolished with explosives. So they took up positions on the right bank along the road leading to the bridge, ready to ambush the Rising Fire when they came. What they hadn't expected, though, was for the enemy to attack from the wrong side of the river. The Rising Fire had stormed across the bridge from the direction of Verdant, overrunning their camp in minutes and sending the militia into disarray.
Now Honey Dew was galloping as fast as she could. She had to get back to Verdant! Her unit had had no radio, and the army assembling at Verdant had to be warned that the Rising Fire had broken through their lines and were galloping amok in their rear area.
The sound of thundering water steadily grew as she approached the riverbank. Bursting through the last tangle of bush, she nearly fell into the water. Before her stretched the mouth of the Great Mellifluve, the widest point in the river's many hundreds of miles. With some hesitation, Honey Dew set down her rifle against a tree trunk. It was a Spark Pattern lever-action rifle that her standard had been newly issued with, and abandoning it here seemed like a waste of a perfectly serviceable rifle. But it would only weigh her down as she swam across the roaring rapids to the far shore.
There was nothing left to do but to take the plunge. The war had just begun, and although the Matriarch's loyal troops had been dealt a defeat today, Honey Dew knew that she'd be able to get assigned to a new unit and be sent back to the front once she reached friendly lines. She only hoped that the heretics hadn't yet reached the gates of Verdant by the time she got there. Concord willing, the day would soon come when she'd ford the Mellifluve in the other direction — once the tide of the war turned, and the Matriarch's banners began their westwards march of reconquest.
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The road ahead may be long and hard, but the faithful shall prevail!
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A Revolution Homecoming
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Dayspring Rose felt like it had been a lifetime since she'd been back in Chrysanthemum. Between the chaos of the civil war and the missions she had been tasked with executing while the fighting raged, to the business of building and strengthening the Rising Fire's hold over the Realm once the fighting was done, it felt surreal to be back in the city where it all started. And as Rising Sun and Kindling Flash looked around at the sights and sounds of the city, Dayspring knew she wasn't the only one.
The purpose for the visit was a ceremonial one. Rising Sun had traveled back in her role as First Priestess to dedicate the grand temple opening in the city, the Temple of the Ascendant Pyre, a structure built to honor the glory and struggle of the Rising Fire as it purged the Realm of hedonism and corruption. They were on their way to open the ceremony, leading a procession of mystics, valiants and Incarnadine Soldiery, and lining every street, thousands of kirin from all trots of life thronged up against a thin cordon of Soldiery as they chanted and waved banners. But the crowd's presence had little to do with the ceremony; the words they chanted were calls for democracy, and the banners they waved bore the symbols of democratic movements that had spread throughout the Realm. The energy was raucous, the noise almost deafening, but it was neither a cheer nor a jeer. It was the sound of loyal impatience, a reminder to fulfill a promise made long ago.
"It won't be much longer until these protests are not quite so restrained," Kindling Flash spoke to Dayspring, and even though he had to shout to make his words heard, she knew the noise was too much for Rising Sun to hear as she walked ahead of them. "We have completed eight hundred day campaigns. The peasantry has fulfilled every one of Rising's calls with their blood, sweat, and tears. The longer she withholds her promise of democracy from them, the more agitated they are going to become."
"The First Priestess will do the right thing," Dayspring assured him. "She wouldn't let a protest like this assemble and make its voice heard if she wouldn't. She understands the struggle that these kirin went through, and their patience will be rewarded soon. I know she's worried about turning over the reins too soon, but she wants to make the right choice. She just needs somekirin to tell her it's okay." She looked around at the crowd and felt a growing confidence in her heart. "Here, in Chrysanthemum, where it all began... if there was ever a time to fulfill her promise, it's now."
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Tending to the Garden
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Rising Sun's ear twitched at the faint opening of the door behind her, but she didn't turn her head away from the window. The hoofsteps of the approaching kirin told her who they were even before they opened their mouths. "First Priestess?" Dayspring Rose asked. "Kindling and I wanted to... talk to you."
Rising drew in a slow breath, and she leaned her face a little further out the window overlooking the garden beyond the great Chrysanthemum Monastery, letting the sun shine on her nose scales. Though she couldn't see it from here, she could hear the chanting from out front of the monastery as thousands of kirin sought to remind her of the promise she had made in front of this very building so long ago. "Is it about the crowd?" she asked, and she finally turned around to look at the two kirin behind her.
When Dayspring hesitated, Kindling Flash stepped forward in her place. "We promised to bring democracy and freedom to the kirin of the Realm," he calmly reminded her, even using her name instead of her title. "The kirin have toiled under the hundred day campaigns and done everything you asked of them. They suffered greatly, but they still did it because you asked them to. Is it time to finally give them what they want? Is it finally time for democracy?"
A cold claw clutched onto Rising's heart, and she shifted uncomfortably. "When the Realm is secure, they will have it," she told him. "We have done much with Concord's light to peel away the shadows of deceit and evil that once plagued Her Realm, but there are still more hiding in the darkest recesses. Not until we've found and burned away every last one can we loosen the reins. We can't afford to have come so far to lose it all now because we weren't thorough enough."
"Mentor, enough is enough," Dayspring said, finally finding her voice. "You talk about chasing shadows, but that's the thing about shadows. No matter how hard you try, you can't catch them in your hooves... and when standing in Concord's light, we're the ones that cast them." She took a breath, and as she gathered her confidence, she stepped up toward Rising Sun, standing close enough to touch her shoulder. "We've destroyed much of the darkness that plagued Concord's Realm. But it's not our place to finish the job. That task lies with the kirin of the Realm... and under Concord's wisdom, a million candles will be much stronger than one, no matter how great the flame." When Rising's eyes met hers, she found an assuring smile on Dayspring's muzzle. "It's time."
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She hesitated, and when her mentor did not answer, Dayspring embraced her.
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A Brand New Day
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The stage and podium where the dedication of the Temple of the Ascendant Pyre had taken place not all that long ago had been mostly disassembled by the time the order came to abruptly stop. But in the timetable the First Priestess wanted, there wasn't enough time to reconstruct it, so when the confused crowd gathered before the temple one cool morning, they found it haphazardly thrown back together and protected by a thin line of Incarnadine Soldiery.
There was little fanfare when the First Priestess walked out onto the stage, with Dayspring Rose and Kindling Flash at her flanks, but that didn't seem to bother the normally fiery mare as she stood in front of the podium and adjusted the microphone in her magic. "As First Priestess of the Rising Fire and caretaker of the Realm under the guidance of Concord, I thank you for being here today," she began. As confused silence answered her, she nevertheless continued on, her eyes drifting across the motley assortment of kirin gathered before her. "I apologize for calling you all here with little advance warning, but as my trip in Chrysanthemum was due to reach its conclusion tomorrow, I had no time to organize something grander. But it is my hope that what I have to say today will make amends for that."
She took a deep breath, and a few kirin in the crowd cocked their heads; it was unnatural to see the First Priestess battling nerves as she spoke. "When the Rising Fire proved triumphant over the decay that had rotted our Realm, there was still much work that had to be done," Rising Sun continued. "I asked much of you, and over eight grueling Hundred Day campaigns, you proved more than willing and more than able to sacrifice in Concord's name. We have done much to reshape the Realm, much of which many kirin would have considered impossible a decade ago. But you have done it, you have triumphed... and it is finally time for the reward so long promised. Effective immediately, I am organizing a transitory regime and implementing a committee to oversee the organization of democratic elections throughout the Realm. Soon, your destiny will be in your hooves, as you have earned it. Your dream—our dream—began here in Chrysanthemum. And now I am happy to announce its fulfillment in the city I came to call my home."
It took a moment before her words cracked through the stunned silence of the crowd, but when it did, it was like a bursting dam. Cheers and tears of joy erupted from the crowd, and emotional kirin hugged each other amidst the chaos. Rising Sun watched them from afar, wondering what they would all think of her once the heat of the moment had passed, wondering if one celebration would wipe away the blood that stained her hooves, until she felt Dayspring's hoof on her shoulder. Her apprentice smiled at her, and only then did Rising Sun let out a sigh of relief as an enormous weight was removed from her shoulders.
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The Faint Fragrance of Forgiveness
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Dayspring blew faintly on the ink drying on the sheet of parchment paper to help it along, then paused to consider her words. Though the characters would be transcribed by printing presses and dispersed across the Realm through telegraph, she gave what would soon become an executive order in the vein of the imperial decrees of the Matriarchs the attention to detail and polish it deserved before presenting it to Rising Sun for her signature. Though, she decided, it wasn't the parchment itself as the reason why she gave it such attention, but the message it contained.
With Rising Sun's announcement that the democratization of Kiria had finally begun, one of the first and loudest new movements that finally felt safe and confident enough to make its voice heard was to grant amnesty to the Fragrancese Revolutionaries. Though the kirin of Fragrance had been put down and forced under strict military occupation by the Incarnadine Soldiery for daring to oppose the Rising Fire, many agreed that it was time to loosen the reins and extend a hoof in forgiveness. Prison camps would be emptied, the military garrison in the city reduced to a skeleton crew, and delegates from both Vermilion and Fragrance would meet to discuss terms on autonomy and freedom that would dictate the latter's relationship to the former as a member of the Republic. Even though they had lost their revolt, it seemed like the kirin of Fragrance got what they wanted in the end.
Dayspring paused as she thought that over. No, the revolt had not lost. They fought for what they believed in, and even though it had been squashed, they had established their position with blood, and when Vermilion invited them back to the negotiating table, they had a clear and strong hoof to play. Perhaps the Fragrancese struggle of death and destruction mirrored the Rising Fire's in a way nokirin thought possible at the time... though of course, it would need to be seen in practice to be believed.
Humming, Dayspring rolled up the scroll and set off to find Rising Sun for her signature.
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Did anykirin really lose when both sides got what they wanted in the end?
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Taking the Politics out of Prisons
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Labour Camp 07 was an imposing sight, perched as it was along the craggy cliffs of the Peaks of Peril, and Dayspring had to admit, it was also a soul-crushing one. Even if prisoners managed to sneak past armed guards and razor wire, there was only one road to the camp, meaning any feasible escape attempt made scaling slippery rocks and contending with the harsh elements a necessity. It was little wonder why, in its short history, Dayspring had never heard of any successful escape attempts—though the failed ones were as numerous as their conclusions were inevitable.
But escape was no longer necessary after today; when the camp's commander received her, she presented him a scroll sealed with Rising Sun's personal seal, the contents of which ordered the camp to be emptied out and the prisoners released at once. And while the commander took care of that, there was one prisoner in particular Dayspring wanted to see.
She found the antlered prisoner in a shoddy bunkhouse reading a Rising Fire pamphlet, and when he saw her, he gently set it down and folded it up. "They don't give us much leisure time when there's gravel to be crushed, but I did ask for something and was given this." Cherith Kattumaram shrugged and tapped his hoof on the pamphlet. "I keep my mind sharp by debating the statements inside, but there's only so much you can do with the same argument over and over again. At least tell me you've brought me something better to read."
Dayspring took a breath. "You're free to go, Cherith," she told him. "The democratization of Kiria has begun by Rising Sun's orders. Keeping you here is wrong, and I'd like to apologize on her behalf for everything you've endured here. If you're willing, the Realm would be stronger to have your voice join us in Vermilion."
Cherith mulled that over quietly, his eyes drifting back to the pamphlet. "Why should I believe you?" he asked her. "What evidence do you have that your fire priestess is a different mare? Her greed and paranoia sent me here. I don't see why any reforms that come from her hooves would do anything other than strengthen them. I will not legitimize an autocrat by giving her my support when I see no reason to."
"You don't have to come with me, but I encourage you to see for yourself," Dayspring said, and with a bow, she turned around to take her leave. "The camp will be emptied today. Travel the Realm. See for yourself. And if you come to believe I'm telling the truth, we'll be happy to have you in Vermilion."
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She left Cherith behind with his thoughts and his pamphlet.
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Turning Over the Reins
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Rising Sun sat in a chair in the Verdigris Rotunda and watched as the technicians set up their equipment. She was here to make a radio broadcast, but her scales itched as she fought to sit still. Every fiber of her being worried that she was about to make a terrible mistake, and she knew there was still time to go back. Could she live with herself if she'd thrown it all away, if her sacrifices had mean naught, if the Realm fell apart because she let go too soon—"
"First Priestess, whenever you're ready," said one of the technicians, snapping Rising Sun out of her worries, and swallowing hard, she forced herself to nod back at the kirin. There was a countdown, recording equipment whirred to life, and Rising Sun looked down at the words she'd agonized over the night before, now clutched tightly in her hooves.
"Citizens and devout faithful of the Realm, if you do not recognize my voice, this is First Priestess Rising Sun speaking to you," she said, making her way through the words more like a nervous acolyte reciting a reading before a room of senior mystics than the First Priestess of the Realm. "I am reaching out to you with his broadcast to inform you of important changes happening in Vermilion. As a result of the ongoing democratization efforts, I am relinquishing the power invested in me by Concord and the Matriarch to the kirin of the Realm, effective immediately."
There, she'd said it, and in doing so, she felt a surprisingly heavy weight disappear from her shoulders. "Furthermore, I am renouncing my position as the absolute leader of the Rising Fire, and will be divesting my responsibilities to a council of senior mystics and priestesses. The Incarnadine Soldiery and the Grand Army will no longer be mine to control alone; responsibility for their actions will be given to officials in Vermilion to use as the Realm demands. All of this, and more, will be part of a draft of a constitution I will be presenting in Vermilion today.
"You may ask why all of this is being done now," Rising continued, and she set her words aside, no longer needing them to deliver her speech. "The truth of the matter is that you are ready for this. Now is the time for the Realm to guide itself. My guidance is no longer needed; I see in the sacrifices you all have made that you are ready for the mantle of responsibility, so like a proud mother letting her daughter leave the nest, so too do I stand by and watch as you make your future for yourself. It is my hope that it is a bright and prosperous one under Concord's light, and like that daughter's mother, I will remain close should you need my advice."
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"Go forth, and make the Realm yours. The future belongs to you."
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Building Bridges Not Bunkers
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The boom rolling over the Mellifluve made Fire Flower jump and drop her hammer off the small scaffolding platform she'd been perched on. For a moment, she was back on the frontlines again, storming an NAKP bunker while artillery mulched the earth around her and bullets whizzed like angry hornets. Then she blinked again, and she came back to reality, where she was working on the side of a half-finished bridge spanning the Great Mellifluve, and the boom she'd heard was merely a tall tree being toppled for lumber.
"Careful, Fire, you dropped this," came another kirin's cheerful voice, and she leaned over the scaffolding to see Waterline floating her hammer back up to her. When Fire Flower sheepishly took it back, he glanced back in the direction of the fallen tree. "Don't worry, it got a jump out of me, too."
"Have to remind ourselves those days are behind us, now," Fire Flower said, and she turned back to her work. "Hopefully our days of having somekirin shooting at us are done for."
"I get what you mean," Waterline answered her. "I'd much rather be doing this. Feels good to be building something, not blowing it up. Plus, I like it when the locals are bringing us free food and water not because they're afraid of us, but because we're giving something back to them."
Fire Flower hummed in agreement, even if it was lost over the noise of the construction site. Waterline was right; it felt much better to create with her comrades than to destroy.
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The Incarnadine Soldiery has hammered their swords into ploughshares.
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What to do when the Flower Blooms?
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Rising Sun looked at the map sprawled across her desk and calmly sipped on her tea. It was a map of Kiria and the states that surrounded it, but Rising found her attention attracted to the southwest, where the collection of states that made up the region of Zaikiria lay. One day, those states would be free, free like the Realm, saved from warlords and nirik and hostile zebra raiders. When that day came, they would be ready to join the Realm as a sister republic, ready to take after Kiria after a little bit of guidance and a gentle hoof showing them the way from Vermilion.
But as her attention swept over Sen Kinh, she paused on the city of Blossom. The city sat near the border of the Realm and was an important center of riverine trade. Once upon a time, it had been a core part of the Realm that controlled and managed the waterways that divided kirin land from zebra land, but when the disaster of The Silence came to be, the kirin there had separated from the Realm rather than follow its decrees. Over time, the Kirian kirin that lived there culturally drifted in a Zaikirian direction to the point where they were neither Kirian nor Zaikirian, but a mixture of both. When the sister republic of Zaikiria is inevitably created, what should the Realm do? Should it keep Blossom for itself, reuniting long lost foals of the Realm? Should it send Blossom off its sisters in Zaikiria, to continue on the trend it has followed for a century? Maybe the kirin of Blossom themselves should decide?
Rising Sun took another sip of her tea and pondered the question in silence.
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Blossom has grown close to her Zaikirian sisters. She should stay with them.
Blossom is a lost foal of the Realm. We should bring her back into our embrace.
Blossom has had a century of independence. Who are we to judge what their interests are?
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Blossom Votes to Join the Republic of Kiria!
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[This.GetNewspaperHeader]As the polls close and the ballots are tallied in the city of Blossom, it is becoming increasingly clear and all but certain that a large majority of the citizens of Blossom have voted to join the Republic of Kiria. Blossom was once a Kirian city, and though they drifted away over the years, evidently more of its residents felt a closer connection to the Realm than to the other peoples of Zaikiria. Blossom shall soon be welcomed as a full province of the Realm with all the rights and privileges that come with it, along with a special provision to protect the rights and distinct culture of the Zaikirian kirin who also inhabit it.
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Welcome to the Realm, Blossom!
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Blossom Votes to Join the Union of Zaikiria!
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[This.GetNewspaperHeader]As the polls close and the ballots are tallied in the city of Blossom, it is becoming increasingly clear and all but certain that a large majority of the citizens of Blossom have voted against rejoining the Republic of Kiria. Blossom was once a Kirian city, and as they drifted away over the years, evidently more of its residents felt a closer connection to the cultures of Zaikiria than they do their homeland. Blossom shall soon be integrated as a special province in the Union of Zaikiria with a special provision to protect the rights and distinct culture of the Kirian kirin who also inhabit it.
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Best of luck to our sisters in Blossom!
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The Zenith of the Sun
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Rising Sun stood in the Verdigris Rotunda, surrounded by powerful kirin from all across the Realm. Leaders of the Incarnadine Soldiery and the most influential members of the Rising Fire looked on in awe, and perhaps some apprehension, as Rising Sun stood before them dressed in fiery, flowing robes. She wasted little time before launching forward with her address, feeling completely confident and in control of the air she commanded. "The time has come for radical changes," she announced to them all, her piercing, burning gaze sweeping over the gathered kirin one by one. "The republic is an unsteady, dangerous thing. Everywhere we look, heretics, hedonists, and foreign infiltrators turn the tools of democracy against us. Every loophole in the law is exploited, and insidious agents tie knots in our faith. If our work is to continue, if we are to keep what we have gained, this cannot happen any longer."
Her audience listened in enraptured silence, and the corners of Rising's lips curved upwards. They were true believers, she could tell. Zealous and loyal. "Tomorrow, I will assume the mantle of Supreme Matriarch of Kiria. The Rising Fire has flourished under my guidance; when I merge the responsibilities as head of our faith with those of the head of state, the Realm will grow stronger than ever before. Where the republic was weak, the Realm of the Kirin under my guidance will be eternal and infallible. I shall bring freedom and prosperity to all kirin, regardless of where they are, as Concord demands it. The Incarnadine Soldiery will be my bow, and they shall let fly the arrow of Concord's justice at our enemies, wherever they may be. The Banner Jurisdictions shall be my voice, and they shall let it be heard with absolute clarity throughout the Realm."
Then she swept her eyes over the crowd once more. "And you all shall be my foals, those who will build the Realm with me. As you once bowed before the Matriarch Superior, kneel before me as your Supreme Matriarch. Your loyalty will be rewarded, and your flames will grow brighter than ever before. Let me know now if I should nurture them or snuff them out."
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As the kirin in the room bowed before her, her smile grew wider.
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A Flame, Betrayed
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Dayspring's head swam, and it wasn't just from the bottle of rice wine she clutched to her chest. What was this, her second? Third? Dayspring didn't know, but she did know it wasn't enough. Nothing would be enough to chase away the feeling of betrayal that clawed at her heart.
Elsewhere in the dingy gambling den, Kindling Flash argued with a kirin by the name of Flash Pan, which she recognized from... somewhere. Her head hurt too much to think straight, but she had enough wits still to listen. "I knew this was going to happen!" Kindling seethed, and he moved like a stallion possessed, throwing whatever supplies he could into a worn pair of saddlebags in a frenzy. "I knew Rising Sun was a usurper! She used us, had us crack down on the Realm under the promise of one day loosening the reins, and when she was sure of her power, she took them from us! I should have tried to do more, fought back, done something while I still had the chance!"
"We can still fight her!" Flash Pan protested. "There are enough of us loyal to the republic, to what we actually fought for! She won't win that easily!"
"Yes she will!" Kindling shouted back at him. "The army, the state, everything swore allegiance to her. She's purged those who could strike back at her and isolated those who could speak out. A friend in the Soldiery told me that I'll be arrested tomorrow. If the Scouring Flame gets their hooves on me, I will be as good as dead. What we need to do now is flee to exile, regain our strength, and come back." His magic closed the bags and hefted them onto his back. "Dayspring, come on. We have to go."
But Dayspring said nothing, and she only curled up deeper into her alcoholic misery. And when Kindling's frustrated attempts to move or rouse her proved futile, she could only watch from the corner as he hurriedly stomped out of sight.
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The event “The Zenith of the Sun” option “As the kirin in the room bowed before her, her smile grew wider.” |
The third bottle failed to chase away the despair, as did the fourth.
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The Fate of the Rose
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- Country flag KIC_roaring_fire_works_for_us_flag is set
- Dayspring Rose lay in bed and stared up at the wooden ceiling above her. It was late, unreasonably late, but she couldn't fall asleep. Panic, worry, fear—all those emotions raced in her mind, clawing at her conscience, stealing rest away from her.
How could she have let things come to this? It was her blindness, she knew, that had allowed her mentor to betray the revolution. The death of the Republic laid not at Rising Sun's hooves, but Dayspring's. She stood by while Rising assembled lackeys around herself and suppressed the true believers in the Republic. She stood by when the camps were created, the Incarnadine Soldiery ran roughshod over the kirin of the Realm, when the blood price the First Priestess demanded in the name of stability grew ever higher. That blood price marked Dayspring's scales too, she knew. She had helped Rising exact it from the populace. Now, Kindling Flash had fled overseas, her closest friend gone from the Realm, and she was alone. In blindly following Rising Sun's commands, Dayspring had trapped herself in a box of isolation and fealty to a tyrant.
She tossed and turned on her sleeping mat. What would she do? Could she even do anything? She supposed she could take a stand, as futile as it would be. There would be no hope she would succeed in toppling the tyrant Rising Sun had become. She would surely die. Would she kill herself in the name of the conscience she found too late? Or would she keep her head down and continue as the Supreme Matriarch's student? Rising Sun still trusted her, she could use that authority to try and soften the excesses of tyranny. But would making tyranny palatable to the Realm only allow it to sink its hooks deeper in the long run?
A small whimper of frustration escaped her throat. She didn't know what to do, but she knew she would be forced to choose soon.
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- The clap of a wooden mug of something brown hitting the table made Dayspring jump like she'd heard a gunshot. As the brown liquid splashed out of the container and stained the table, she looked up at the flamboyantly dressed Roaring Fire. "Drink up," she said, taking a large gulp of her own drink and sitting across from Dayspring at the table. "Ever since your First Priestess started calling herself Supreme Matriarch, you've looked like you need something stiff. You haven't been the Dayspring I know for a while.
Dayspring gave the liquid a sniff and frowned at the slightly sweet smell, and when she took a sip, she gagged at the potency hidden behind the sweet taste. "What... is this?" she coughed out, feeling the burn run down her throat and settle in her gut.
"Grog from Puerto Cabello," Roaring said. "Strong stuff I save for special occasions. Much better than the rice stuff you river kirin only know. Maybe it'll help you decide if you're going to lash out at Rising Sun or fold to her."
"I'm that easy to read, huh?" Dayspring asked, and at Roaring's smirk, she rolled her eyes and forced herself to take another small sip of the grog. "I just... don't know what I should do," she admitted. "I let this happen. I stood by while my mentor consolidated her control over the Realm. I blinded myself to the obvious fact that she never intended to give power back to the people. Now Kindling Flash is gone and nokirin is strong enough to oppose her. Even if I took a swing at her, I'd just die. Maybe I'd be better off trying to work with her and limit the autocracy where I can."
That only earned a harsh laugh from the pirate queen. "You think enabling her is going to, what, make the hoof standing on the Realm's throat softer? It doesn't matter what's standing on your throat if you can't breathe." Roaring Fire shook her head, and her magic removed one of her swords and set it on the table between the two mares. "Think about it this way. Kirin are going to remember your name no matter what you do. You're Rising's student, her ever-faithful acolyte. They'll remember if you serve her faithfully or if you died fighting for what you believe in. Take it from somekirin whose name is going to be remembered for generations for the terror I wrought on the high seas; if there's a purpose to life in this world, it's making sure somecreature remembers you when you die. It's up to you to decide what for."''
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Somekirin must take a stand against Rising Sun!
There's no point in trying to resist. Rising Sun has already won.
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The Flower's Petals Droop
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Dayspring Rose sat in a candlelit room and clutched the scroll between her hooves, staring at the names she'd agonizingly written into it over the past several hours. A terrible, cruel fate awaited the names on that scroll. All would be arrested by the Scouring Flame in the coming days, and many would disappear forever. And the worst part was, Dayspring remembered the faces tied to most of them. Many of them were kirin she had considered friends during the revolution. She had looked forward to working with them once the Republic was established. Now, on orders from her mentor, she was sealing their fates.
It was a cruel test, Dayspring knew. After resolving to continue to serve Supreme Matriarch Rising Sun and do her best to curb what excesses of tyranny she could, her mentor had immediately presented her with what served as a loyalty test. Dayspring knew she could get away with leaving a few names off of the list, but not many. Spare too many kirin and she'd find her own name on somekirin else's list. List too many and she'd be betraying her own beliefs, betraying the reason she even decided to stick with Rising Sun. How does one find the right price when the price is paid for in kirin lives?
Ultimately, tears brimming from her eyelashes, Dayspring rolled up the scroll and sealed it. She felt empty, like her soul had already left her body and rejoined Concord in the Primordial Fire She nurtured. But she even doubted that; why would Concord let the soul of the mare who did nothing to stop tyranny, who stood idly by as the Republic and the Matriarch were usurped, rejoin the Fire?
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"The darkness where my spark is lost will be my atonement."
Wilts the heads of the Roses Til they bow to Her
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To Challenge the Sun
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Dayspring yelled in exertion as she pulled her sword from the chest of the palace guard she had just slain and hastily turned it on the other mare rushing her from behind. Blades clashed and Dayspring grit her teeth through the pain of numerous deep lacerations that decorated her body and stained her robes crimson. Her parry was sloppy, slow from exhaustion, and the soldier's retaliation earned Dayspring a crunch from her breaking nose as hilt met snout, but with one final push, Dayspring managed to twist her sword inside her opponent's stance and end the bout then and there.
The path to the throne room was open, but not for long, so Dayspring limped ahead, panting as her blood ran down her body, taking her energy with it. She was on a suicide mission, she knew, but she had to prove that somekirin was willing to stand up to the tyrant Rising Sun had become. It was a desperate hope, certainly a foolish one, but if she could just get to her former mentor, if she could just put a stop to this...
The moment she entered the throne room she tripped over her robes and it took her all her strength to stand again. But there before her, seated on the throne that Rain Shine once commanded, was Rising Sun, the Supreme Matriarch of the betrayed revolution. Gasping, Dayspring raised her sword and pointed it at Rising Sun. "In the name of the Fraternal Republic, I challenge you, Rising!" Dayspring gasped, her blade shaking in her wavering grip. "I will not let you destroy what we worked for! I won't let you betray us! I won't let you betray me!"
But rather than answer her challenge, Rising Sun just slowly shook her head. "How many kirin did you have to kill to get here, Dayspring?" she asked. "I admire your conviction. I always have. And I hoped that when the time came, you would do what's right. But it seems I was mistaken." She sighed and waved her hoof, and from the pillars around the throne room, eight more kirin appeared, fresh and ready to fight. As Dayspring swallowed hard and sized up the insurmountable odds around her, Rising descended from the throne and turned to leave, pausing only long enough to order her guards, "She came here seeking a warrior's death. At least give my student that one last gift." And with that, she left them behind, ears flicking as the song of steel on steel rang out behind her.
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She paused when a mare's pained cry pierced the temple before abruptly being cut short.
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Plotting a Two Mare Coup
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"I can't stand around and do nothing!" Dayspring remarked as she paced by the docks, her head lowered in thought. "Even if it's hopeless, even if I'll die, I have to prove that at least one kirin had the courage to stand up to Rising Sun. We all fought and died to be free of tyranny and corruption. We can't do nothing when it threatens to come back."
Standing off to the side, the pirate queen, Roaring Fire, rolled her eyes. "Think it's a little too late for that," she muttered. "The window on stopping this whole thing closed the moment Rising Sun made herself Supreme Matriarch. All you're going to accomplish now is akin to a bird flying into that window and breaking her neck."
"Then if I'm going to die, at least make sure the world knows that I did what I could, even if it was too little, too late." Dayspring waved her hoof. "I don't know how the geas works, but I hereby free you from it. Go and live your life. Maybe you can even put your fleet back together. Just promise me that you'll only attack those who deserve it."
But to her surprise, Roaring Fire scoffed and bumped her shoulder against Dayspring's, interrupting her pacing. "If you're going to go down in a blaze of glory, then what kind of legend would I be if I passed that up? I'm coming with you. Maybe the two of us together will actually stand a chance." Then, after a moment, she winked at Dayspring. "Besides, that unicorn was full of it. There wasn't any geas on me. I stuck around because I thought I'd be making history and adding to my legend. Happy to see that it gets the exciting climax it deserves."
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Tears pricked at Dayspring's eyes, and she embraced the pirate with a thankful smile.
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The Rose in the Fire
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Swords sang and pistols barked their fiery thunder as two mares fought their way through the halls of the Vermilion Palace. They were only two against an army, but Dayspring was impressed with how far she and Roaring Fire had managed to sneak before being discovered. Now, it was a frantic fight to the throne room to try and put an end to the Supreme Matriarch's brief reign the hard way, as much as the thought pained Dayspring.
But when the two mares burst into the throne room, they were not alone. Rising Sun was there, but a small army of guards stood between her and them, and Rising Sun sneered at them. "When I realized there were enemies all around me, I did not realize they included you, Dayspring," she snapped at her former apprentice, anger seething in her voice. "I thought you were better than this. If I had known the pirate would corrupt you, I would have had her killed the moment she fell into my hooves."
"I didn't do anything. You did that yourself," Roaring Fire rebuked her, and seeing the opposition between them and Rising, she bared her teeth and drew a pistol, her magic providing a momentary spark for the crude black powder weapon even as she aimed. Fire flew as the weapon barked a report, but Rising Sun was already running, and the bullet only grazed the scales of her back before sinking into the throne she'd dived from. It was then that Rising Sun's guards attacked, and Roaring and Dayspring could only backpedal against such an onslaught. "We need to go!" she shouted to Dayspring. "Rising's gone, we're not going to get to her!"
"But where?!" Dayspring shouted back, even as she warded off attacks with her sword. "We can't have come all this way for nothing!"
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The event “Plotting a Two Mare Coup” option “Tears pricked at Dayspring's eyes, and she embraced the pirate with a thankful smile.” |
Escape to a radio station and send a message to the Realm.
Find a way to escape Vermilion and join the exiles abroad.
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Remember the Flower
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It wasn't long before Dayspring and Roaring, both wounded and bloody, burst into a radio station in Vermilion, interrupting a mystic of the Rising Fire leading the day's prayers over the radio waves to the entire Realm. As the mystic jumped back in alarm, Roaring drew one of her pistols and pointed it at him, then at the technician behind the glass of the recording booth. "Keep us live, you waste of scales, or this bullet will be the last thing you ever see!" the pirate barked, and as the terrified technician desperately nodded in cooperation, Roaring turned back to Dayspring. "It's all yours."
"Thanks," Dayspring said, and she pushed the mystic out of her seat and grabbed the microphone. "This is Dayspring Rose to all the kirin of the Realm," she said, trying to force the words out of her mouth as quickly as she could while remaining clear. "I call on you to remember the sacrifices we all made during the civil war. Remember your consciences, remember everything we fought for. We fought against tyrants to uphold ideas of freedom and justice, to topple an unjust rule of hedonists and sycophants who had brought us to ruinous stagnation, and would do so again."
She flinched as she heard banging on the door to the booth, and Roaring Fire shot her an impatient look as she ran over to try and hold it shut. "Rising Sun once led us, but she has become the very thing she promised she would lead us to destroy, if not worse. She is a tyrant obsessed with power and control. She will undo everything that we fought so hard to accomplish. Do not let her do this! Do not let her steal away everything we fought for! Open your eyes like I have, and see the truth!"
Gunshots rang out, and Roaring Fire lurched back, coughing and spitting up blood as the kirin outside fired through the door. But even as they burst into the room, Dayspring clutched the microphone tightly in her magic. "I die today, but if my last act alive is to prove that there is still one kirin in Kiria that stands for the revolution, then so be it! Fight, Kiria! Fight to be fr—!"
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Like Petals in the River
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It had been a whirlwind of activity, a desperate retreat for freedom, but as Dayspring watched the lights of Vermilion recede into the distance, she let out a sigh of relief. Somehow, she and Roaring Fire had managed to steal a fishing boat and escape down the Great Mellifluve in all the chaos that had engulfed the city, and now they were practically alone on the water. Soon, they'd pass through Massicot, and then eventually, Verdant, where Roaring Fire assured Dayspring that she still had some old connections from her pirating days that could pick them up in a junk and disappear into the ocean.
"Didn't think we'd get out of that," Roaring Fire muttered, perhaps only to herself. "It'll take them some time to realize we went down the river and not towards Radiance. That should give us everything we need to slip away." When Dayspring didn't answer, Roaring sighed. "Or do you want me to turn this boat around so we can get ourselves killed after all?"
"No," Dayspring finally muttered, and she leaned over the side of the boat, letting her hooves drag in the water. "We already took our shot, and it didn't work out. We won't get that close to Rising Sun ever again." She sighed again, then sat upright. "We'll go to Hindia, find Kindling Flash. We'll keep fighting. No matter what it takes, I will fight until Kiria is free. I swear it before Concord that I will not abandon the fires of fate until the Realm is free or Rising Sun finally snuffs out my spark."
"Poetic," Roaring remarked. "You sure you don't want to just become a pirate? Glory, riches, all that?"
"I could never," Dayspring said, shaking her head, but she waved a hoof at Roaring. "You can do whatever you want. You don't owe anything to me. Especially after sticking with me in Vermilion. But whatever you do, at least know that I'm grateful. For everything."
"I know," Roaring said, a little smirk on her muzzle. Then, after a moment, she lifted her fanciful hat off of her head and set it on Dayspring's, earning a little chuckle from her companion.
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The two mares drifted down the river in silence, wondering what the future held.
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Meet the Neighbors
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"Mommy, Daddy, they're staring at us again!" the filly cried out as she peered through the windows of the ramshackle farmstead, worry edging the young kirin's voice.
In the kitchen, Bittergem paused what she was doing and glanced at her husband. They frowned at each other, and the stallion abruptly stood up. "I'm going to talk to them," he announced his wife. "They need to understand that we didn't choose to come here. The Rising Fire cast us out because we spoke out against Rising Sun, same as them."
"What do you mean, same as them?" Bittergem asked, her voice lowering to a hiss so as not to carry across the house to their filly's ears. "We fought with pamphlets and were exiled from Verdant. Lan Kir fought with swords and bullets and their people were murdered for it. This squalid house was a partisan's house before the Soldiery killed him and his family. We're not neighbors or companions in suffering to those kirin outside, we're invaders. That's all they want to see and that's all they will ever see!"
"That's why I need to talk to them," her husband insisted. "Make them understand. If we work together..."
But Bittergem stopped him with her magic, and in the same motion she collected her rifle from the war from where it lay in the corner. "Those kirin are just looking for an excuse, hun," she pleaded with him. "You talk to them, that crowd will rip you limb from limb. I'm going to sit on the porch with my rifle and try to get the point across. So long as they don't bother us, we won't bother them." She glanced toward the front door and angled her head. "Have the little one work on the dumplings with you, alright? Get her mind off of it until they go away."
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A Brand New Scent
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As the two kirin got out of the truck and looked at the house before them, the mare of the pair gasped as she regarded it with wide eyes. "Oh, Saffron, it's beautiful! It's everything we could have asked for!" She turned to him, sparkles glittering in excited eyes. "I didn't know we could afford this!"
"Not with the Soldiery's pay," Saffron said, draping a foreleg over his long-time marefriend's shoulders and holding her close. "But they were running a new program for veterans of the war. A one-time payment and a few tithes to the Rising Fire temples and they'd set us up with a home of our own in Fragrance. Who could turn down an offer like that?"
"Oh, it's so nice to see your service rewarded," the mare said, nuzzling his cheek. "I didn't realize Fragrance would be so pretty! It's not the city itself, but it's not too far away. It's the perfect place to raise some foals of our own. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Saffron chuckled and nuzzled his marefriend back. "Yeah, it does sound nice," he said, and his eyes wandered down the street. A few blocks down, just out of earshot, a cadre of uniformed Soldiery kirin dragged a few kirin in Fragrancese clothing out of a house and roughly shoved them into the back of an idling truck, while a few other kirin in laborer's garb dumped furniture onto the road. An inspector waited nearby, scribbling a few things into a scroll, and Saffron knew that soon enough, another family in the Soldiery would suddenly see their lives change for the better.
"Come on, let's go inside and check it out!" he encouraged his marefriend, gently nudging her toward the door. "We need to figure out where we're going to put everything, after all."
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Out with the old, in with the new!
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The Last Mare Standing
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"Just a little more... come on, Dawn... You can... make it...."
Brilliant Dawn gasped and grunted as she collapsed to her knees along the dirt road leading west out of Chrysanthemum. She clutched her hooves to her gut, already feeling a sticky and warm sensation seep into their clefts. She'd considered herself lucky when she'd escaped from the ambush with just a gut wound, but the farther she trudged from the fighting, the more she stumbled and the slower she moved. Now she didn't know if she would even make it to the next town over before the Supreme Matriarch's forces caught up with her.
It had all gone so wrong. When she and her compatriots had heard Dayspring Rose urge the Realm to fight against Rising Sun's tyranny, they had rushed to take up arms and secure Chrysanthemum as the seat of a new revolution, the revolution renewed. But it was not to be. When they sent out the call, few answered. What had once always been a hotbed of patriotic fervor and sentiment had been pruned down over the months by Rising Sun's purges, leaving only a few scattered embers to burn, flicker, and die in a directionless, confused uprising. It hadn't taken much effort for the Infernal Columns to restore order in the days following the initial uprising, and the speed at which they crushed it was a demoralizing blow that Brilliant feared would be impossible to recover from.
But Dayspring had been right, before they killed her. So long as one kirin remained alive who remembered the revolution, who was determined to fight, then it was never truly dead. The Infernal Columns may have slaughtered her friends around her, but Brilliant had escaped. She would live on to tell their tale. She just had to make it to the next town over, find somekirin who would take her in...
She grimaced and fell to her flanks, clutching at her wound. "I'll... make it..." she wheezed to herself. "Just gotta... rest first... get my... strength back..."
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"Just... close my eyes... for... a... bit..."
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Rising's New Empire
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The kirin gathered in the Verdigris Rotunda seemed tense and on edge. Among them were many trots of life, from senior officers in the military to mystics from far-flung temples and everything in between. But they had all been gathered together in Vermilion for one purpose, and refusal had not been an option.
Heads turned as a figure garbed in brilliant reds and oranges approached; it would have been impossible to miss the Supreme Matriarch even without the vibrant outfit from the sheer respect her dominating presence commanded. Kirin bowed their heads as they approached, and all sought to avoid the sharp, piercing glare of her fiery eyes. Those eyes could peer into a kirin's soul, and if they saw even a flicker of discontent, an ember of treason, they could snuff it out with a look.
Perhaps that was the real reason why Supreme Matriarch Rising Sun had gathered them all before her in Vermilion to swear an oath of loyalty before her. Doubtless it would have been easier to pledge loyalty before local officials acting in the Matriarch's name, but then Rising wouldn't have been able to judge them herself. It was no secret that her judgment was swift and absolute. A conspicuous absence among the gathered kirin was that of General Ember Glow, the famous commander who had led the Rising Fire to victory in the civil war. She had not been seen in some time, and rumors swirled about her fate. But in some small way, everykirin knew the truth. Ember would not bow before the Supreme Matriarch, and she had been removed. Now they had all been gathered before the Supreme Matriarch to see if they would bow, and how low they would scrape their horns.
Rising Sun didn't have to say anything. She merely offered her aide a look, and the aide unrolled a scroll. "'I solemnly swear under Concord's bright and glorious fire that I will serve and defend the Supreme Matriarchate and pledge undying loyalty to its caretaker, the Supreme Matriarch of All Kirin, Rising Sun...'"
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Only Rising Sun's voice speaks for Kiria, and Her voice is absolute.
The Rising Fire Militant icon The Rising Fire Militant
The Rising Fire Militant icon The Rising Fire Militant
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Schoolhouse Blues
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Crackling Spark tugged on the collar of his uniform for the umpteenth time that day, his telekinetic magic flickering with exhaustion and lack of refinement. If there was at least one thing that was worth his time in this stupid school, it was the telekinesis training to strengthen his horn. He was already far ahead of the other colts, but being only seven years old, he couldn't hold the field together for all that long. Especially when it was nearing the dinner hour, and he'd been up since dawn.
But if he appreciated the telekinesis training, he loathed everything else. From sun up til sun down, he studied and trained with a hundred other colts and fillies his age, all while uncaring and disciplinarian teachers tried to drill knowledge into their little scaly skulls. Every adult in the boarding school demanded silent obedience, and they were not afraid to hoof out discipline if they felt the need to, forcing foals to stand outside in parade formation for hours as punishment. Trapped under the crushing rules and smothered in a tight school uniform, there was little that Crackling Spark felt he could do to claw back even a shred of freedom. He couldn't even ask his parents to take him back. He'd already tried to run away once, and not only had the mean teachers hauled him back to school, but they'd prevented his parents from seeing him on the single visitation day they were allowed each month. He was trapped and miserable, and suffering under that melancholy and frustration, the fine future the teachers promised him as a government administrator or a military officer meant nothing.
A bell rang outside, and wordlessly, all the students stood up from their desks and turned to the portrait of the Supreme Matriarch hanging on the wall. As soon as the bell stopped, they all began to speak the words drilled into them for the fourth time that day. "I pledge my allegiance to Supreme Matriarch Rising Sun, and to the Realm which She alone defends..."
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Crackling Spark wondered if he'd ever find a way out of this stupid country.
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Ensign Commander Amaranth Plum: Progress Report #1
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As I get deeper into this project from the Carmine Censorate, I find it ever more necessary to keep my thoughts and progress written down for later review. I know that Mystic-Commissar Judicious Raven (if that even is her real name) stressed that my work is top secret and I should avoid writing things down if at all possible, but considering the kind of kirin the Censorate employs, I think I'd be better off covering my tail and keeping notes somewhere. Just in case.
I recently returned from a visit to Rhapsody where I was able to speak with Heavenly Fire, the ancient mare who leads the Way of Fire Procurate there. Though the heresy has been dismantled, the old mare still lives under house arrest and is generally free to do as she pleases; I guess even for all of the Supreme Matriarch's power, even she can't be rid of the old nag lest the city rise up in revolt. I suppose in a way it was fortuitous, though. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to learn what I did. I came to her at the request of the Censorate to inquire about Rain Shine's ascension to Matriarch Superior—after all, Heavenly Fire was one of the mystics who was present at the affair in 971. I wanted her to recall the ceremony in as much detail as she could remember, and to my surprise, she was quite forthcoming, and I wrote down all I could.
The scene was set thusly: one morning, the mystics carried the body of Rain Shine's mother, Noctilucent Charm, out beneath the Verdigris Rotunda, and after hours of prayer and recitation of Concord's Word, the body was set ablaze in a great fire. At the height of noon, Rain Shine nervously stepped into the flame in ceremonial garb, at which point the fuel was collapsed atop her. Only when the flames had turned to ash did she emerge again, her robes burned away, and her newly majestic body covered horn to hoof in soot. Thus, in the funeral pyre of her mother, was the last Matriarch Superior of the Realm born.
I asked Heavenly Fire if there was anything more she could tell me about why the ritual was performed the way it was, and she admitted that not even she nor the other mystics knew much about what causes the physical transformation of a normal kirin mare into the tall and holy avatar of Concord she becomes. But she did tell me that the ritual was performed in honor of the first Matriarch Superior, Incandescent Dawn, and how rather than being burnt at the stake by a warlord's command, she instead emerged from the flames physically changed into a divine and radiant being. If there is any hope of understanding the magical mechanisms behind such a change, perhaps I will have to find an expert on the story of Incandescent Dawn.
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Though I have to wonder... why does the Carmine Censorate care anyway?
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Ensign Commander Amaranth Plum: Progress Report #2
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Just concluded a meeting with a historian in Peace-and-Plenty by the name of Stone Slate (a fitting name for a historian if there ever was one) about the history of Matriarch Superior Incandescent Dawn and her ascension as Concord's first avatar to walk the Realm in our recorded history. Unlike Heavenly Fire, Stone Slate was a little more hesitant to talk to me, but I assured him that speaking of the past was not blasphemous, and he had nothing to fear about discussing a topic centuries old with a member of the Incarnadine Soldiery. After all, while the Way of Fire might have lost its, well, way, the Rising Fire was born from the same roots. That at least got him to calm down enough to tell me what he knew (which I'll summarize).
In 552, Peace-and-Plenty was ruled by the warlord Cinder Scales from the town that eventually became Sorghum, and was one of the last holdouts in the Realm as the Way of Fire set about unifying our ancestors through religion and philosophy rather than war and conquest. Incandescent Dawn was one of the early Vermilion Priests of the Way of Fire and, like an idiot, thought that she could get a warlord as vicious as Cinder Scales to stop his bloodletting by proselytizing at him. Lo and behold, that didn't work, and the warlord had Incandescent Dawn and her entourage tied up and burnt to show that their fire goddess couldn't protect them. Supposedly, Cinder Scales forced Incandescent Dawn to watch all her followers be consumed by the flames en masse before he cast her into the pit with their still-burning bones. To everykirin's surprise, when the flames died down, Incandescent Dawn was not only very much alive, but had been physically changed, her stature doubling in size and her physical and magical strength greatly improved. This was apparently so deeply frightening to Cinder Scales and his fellow warmongers that they fell to their haunches to beg for forgiveness, with the warlord himself pledging to build and dedicate a temple to Concord in Her honor. Thus, the Realm was united, and the first Matriarch Superior ascended.
All in all, I'm not sure how much I believe that, and it largely seems like the same story we all learned as foals. But the detail that Incandescent Dawn was cast into the pit of flames after the rest of her entourage was something new, I think. Maybe there's something to be learned there.
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In the meanwhile, I'll have the Soldiery take Slate back to Vermilion for more questioning.
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Ensign Commander Amaranth Plum: Progress Report #3
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I've gathered additional material and sources about the ascension ritual for creating a new Matriarch Superior, though not much worthy of note compared to what I covered in my previous progress reports. Perhaps what is more important is that I've deduced the reasoning why the Carmine Censorate is so interested in this information: Rising Sun wants to be a supreme matriarch more than just in title.
Am I surprised by this? No. There are very few reasons why government resources would be tasked with uncovering religious secrets of our past. The applications are limited. Either one kirin or several would be subjected to the ritual, but at the end of the day, somekirin is going to attempt to ascend, and the Supreme Matriarch isn't one to share. She wants to go through the ritual, to be physically perfected like Rain Shine was decades ago, and cement her legitimacy as the Heir to the Revolution. She plans on founding a dynasty, if not outright proclaiming herself a goddess ruling in Concord's name as Her new avatar. I always suspected she had dreams of grandeur, but I didn't expect them to be this ambitious.
I guess the next question is this: am I bothered by this? Also no. The Supreme Matriarch's rule is already absolute, and she just wants to make it divine as well. And as the kirin who has helped make it possible, I know I can expect ample rewards as thanks. Rising Sun's ascension wouldn't be possible without my work, and I know she'll remember that when she steps into the flames.
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Now we just need to put things in motion.
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Ensign Commander Amaranth Plum: Progress Report #4
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At this point, I think that we have all we need to make the Supreme Matriarch's dreams a reality. After poring through many different accounts of what happened to Incandescent Dawn when she ascended, as well as the ritual that was performed when Rain Shine assumed her mother's title, we can safely do away with all of the mystic mumbo-jumbo when it comes to magically ascending a kirin. There is one important detail that is common to every single ascension story in the Realm, and that is the presence of blackened, broken kirin horns in the flames at the time the matriarch-to-be enters them.
It sounds gruesome, but it makes a level of sense. Our horns are magical, and though our magic is usually limited to simple telekinesis unlike the vast array of spells available to unicorns, they do allow us to channel the intangible and make it real. They are the channel through which we manifest the embodiment of the Last Spark of the Primordial Fire Concord bestowed in our species, drawing forth the rage that turns us into nirik just as much as they help us control that anger. And, so it seems, when a kirin horn is subjected to enough heat for enough length of time, it begins to decompose, releasing its magic back into the world around it. Normally, the products of this decomposition have very short half-lives, magically decaying within a few seconds, but that's still long enough for another kirin to, say, inhale them or let them magically bond to their horn. Additionally, they seem to have some effect on the combustion reaction, raising the ignition temperature of organic material it comes in contact with by some factor, making it difficult for flames to catch on something already burning. That, I believe, functions through the same mechanism that makes nirik fire-proof when consumed by their mindless rage.
So what does all this mean? It means that we can, in all likelihood, pinpoint the mechanism of the ascension ritual to the thermal decomposition of kirin horn, which releases magical particles that, if exposed to a kirin for a long enough duration, can physically transform her into a more magically powerful version of herself. Exposure time and temperature appear to be key in the ritual. Mess either of those up, and you've got yourself another char broiled kirin, not a new matriarch.
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Time to send my findings to the Supreme Matriarch...
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Shedding Mortality
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Supreme Matriarch Rising Sun had not left her study since the papers were delivered earlier that morning. Instead, she had locked the doors to review them without interruptions, delegating the day's duties and the prayers at the temples to various underlings. At long last, her mission had finally borne fruit, and she intended to savor every sweet bite.
The reports from Amaranth Plum were meticulous and detailed, with every possibility covered and every unknown explained away. It seemed all she needed to finally take that last step and become the true instrument of Concord's divine will were kirin horns. No special prayers, no special concoctions—those were all just superstition and ceremony. The real magic was contained in one small and simple thing everykirin was born with, and she felt like her own horn buzzed with the knowledge of what it could do under the right circumstances. Now, she would finally cement the Rising Fire's rule over the Realm. Through the ascension ritual, she could finally stand before the kirin of the Realm as Concord's true avatar, not just her instrument in word and deed, but in physical manifestation as well. Nokirin would be able to question the hard choices she had to make and the difficult decisions she had to settle to save the Realm from hedonism and heresy. She would finally stand before them as a true Supreme Matriarch, and then, THEN they would finally understand her. After all, who could question a mare infused with Concord's divinity?
She almost spilled her inkwell as she snatched up pen and parchment, but she began to scribble out orders. It was time to make use of the dissidents and traitors locked away in Vermilion. Through death, they could finally redeem themselves. And, now that she was thinking about it, it might be best to make sure she was the only one with this knowledge. The last thing she needed was a competitor.
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Time to tie up all the loose ends.
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Seizing Immortality
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Rising Sun regarded the pile of wood before her with an ice-cold claw of fear wrapped around her stomach. It towered over her, and she could smell the stink of gasoline clinging to the fuel. Doubts preyed on her thoughts, urging her to run away, to not do what she was about to do. But when she saw the gnarled horns jutting out from the wood, one larger than the rest, she knew there was no turning back. Today she would ascend, or she would die a martyr for Kiria.
There were no spectators apart from a few of her most trusted and loyal mystics and a small team of medical personnel, and she had instructed all of them beforehoof to not interfere no matter what. But when somekirin touched a candle to the pyre and it erupted into flames, she almost wished that one of them would stop her. But they didn't. They only looked on at her with worry. Somekirin muttered prayers behind her.
Taking a deep breath, Rising Sun tried to look calm and composed as she walked up to the flames, and as the tongues of flame licked the scales of her nose, she squeezed her eyes shut and dove into the inferno. For a moment, she felt... nothing. It was oddly calm in the middle of the blaze, even as the smoke clawed her throat and burned her eyes. But only for a moment.
Then the heat found her.
Rising Sun's screams split the day in two like an ax through wood. Everykirin around the pyre flinched, and some raised their hooves as if they meant to gallop over, but the Supreme Matriarch's orders stayed them. Instead, they all nervously stood by and waited as Rising Sun's screams screeched on and on, far longer than a kirin burned by flames should have been able to manage. Minutes felt like hours, and they only stopped when the fuel collapsed in on itself. Only the crackling of the fire remained, and soon that too fell silent.
But as the gathered kirin took a few tentative steps toward the blackened remains, they suddenly shifted, and a figure began to stand on legs far too long to be natural.
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Something died in that blaze, but something else was born.
Commentators spectating from afar were completely shocked when they learnt of Rising Sun's ascension to a restored Matriarchate. The immense symbolism and drama of this event, played out to much fanfare and bedecked in the exotic appeal of mysticism, was coupled with their own ignorance of the fundamental transformation of the character of the Kirian revolutionary state since its triumph over Vermilion. It was thus to these idly-curious bystanders that Rising Sun's usurpation appeared as an isolated, aberrant, and ahistorical volte-face that defied all expectations for the Kirian revolution. But it was only the bystanders' expectations that had been defied. In reality, Rising Sun's ascension was only a symbolic affirmation of the fact: that of the Rising Fire bureaucracy's usurpation of power from the democratic institutions of the commonkirin. — The Revolution Betrayed, Kindling Flash | |
The Matriarch Usurper
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The Supreme Matriarch had not been seen in a week. Even the servants and officials that called the Vermilion Palace their home had not seen her. But she had to be alive. After all, somekirin ate the meals brought to her door. Somekirin issued decrees with her seal. Life went on, even if in one corner of the palace, it seemingly didn't.
Then the day came when a summons was issued to every kirin of note in Vermilion. It did not merely request their presence before the Vermilion Throne, it demanded it. When the kirin arrived, they found a palace full of terrified guards of the Incarnadine Soldiery and speechless serving staff. Gossip and rumors flew among the gathered crowd until the moment they stood before the throne and saw a mare take her seat in it; when she did, silence and horror replaced them.
There was no doubt that the mare before them was Rising Sun. The color of her coat and mane, what little showed beyond voluminous crimson and black robes, was unmistakably hers, even though it was marbled with scars and burn marks. But it was obvious she was different. Her legs and neck were longer, her tail so long it could wrap around her hooves twice if she sat on all fours. Her horn towered through a black veil like a sword piercing an obsidian stone, but the magic stripes on it were crooked and jagged rather than symmetrical. And beneath the veil, her eyes burned like coals, a haunting, ethereal light seemingly glowing from her irises.
And then she spoke. "Concord has chosen me to be the instrument of Her will in the Realm," she said, and though the words were definitely in her voice, they seemed cold and sedate, a far cry from the impassioned and fiery mare she was known as. "Through Her will, I am born anew as the Supreme Matriarch of all kirin. Now, you have a choice. Renew your loyalty before Concord and Her rightful avatar, or let your spark join Her in the Primordial Fire."
There was little hesitation among the crowd. Not a voice was raised against her, not a soul dared stand before her gaze. As one, they bowed before the Supreme Matriarch, and prayed under their breath that her ire would not scorch them where they stood.
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Kirin may call her Matriarch Usurper, but she is a Matriarch all the same.
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In Verdant Fields
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"Are we all set, Dill? That last barge come in?"
Dill Weed cast a glance back over her shoulder toward the river, where several kirin clambered about a large wooden raft and used their telekinesis to lift wooden crates and drop them on the muddy shore. "Yeah, but I'd hardly call that raft a barge, Parsnip." Dill shook her head as Parsnip trotted up to her, and together the two kirin watched the laborers work. "But that's everything we got from our friends in Chrysanthemum. Everything they could spare, at least. They're taking a huge gamble on us, so we gotta make sure that we make it pay off."
"The Incendiaries have carried our spark and sheltered it from the winds for this moment," Parsnip said, and he adjusted the old rifle slung across his back with a brief pulse of magic. "When Rising Sun declared her revolution against the hedonists in Vermilion, I knew that we had to leave Verdant and prepare. Now, everything is ready. Two days isn't much time, but the faster we act, the better. We have to take back our home before the Way of Fire can fortify it. If we can take Verdant, then we give the Rising Fire access to the sea while denying it to our enemies. Outside of Vermilion, Verdant might be the most important city in all the Realm."
"Glad we're fighting on home turf, then," Dill said, and a smile stretched across her muzzle. "Island by island, we'll take back Verdant until our friends and families are free!"
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The event “The Fire Dance” option “For Concord, the Matriarch, and Kiria!” |
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By Concord's Divine Flame, the Rising Fire shall have Verdant!
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A Nirik Defector
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[THIS.GetName], leading a few formations of soldiers under their command, has defected to [UMC.GetNameDef]. Before taking some dissatisfied elements with them, they reportedly claimed that Rising Sun has betrayed the cause of democracy and justice, becoming a tyrannical despot even worse than the Vermilion government. Even worse, they have denounced Rising Sun as the Matriarch Usurper, a mare who styles herself as Matriarch Superior Rain Shine's replacement and has stolen the Vermilion throne from Concord's divine will, and whose sacrilege will stop at nothing in the pursuit of personal power. [THIS.GetName] declares: we fight for a Kiria without tyrants! Land to the peasantry, justice to the people!
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Our own soldiers are willingly giving themselves over to the fury of nirik demons!
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With Open Hearts, And Calloused Hooves
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Hoo'fran woke up this morning to a note asking him to go to a special interview about how he was adjusting to the city. He was even excused from a work assignment for it, so it must've been important. He headed straight there. One of the teachers, Laverbreeze, was waiting for him on the grounds. He taught a few classes on fishing and biology, which made sense, because everyone knew he was a fisherkirin before he got injured during the war.
"Hello! We can get right to it - some students are saying you don't think you fit in here, and I wanted to ask about that." Hoo'fran made a point not to look at his teachers' scarred, crippled leg.
"W-well, I... everything here feels strange. I don't want to be disrespectful, you've all been so nice to us..." Hoo'fran trailed off, but Laverbreeze gestured for him to continue. "The cherries are too sour, and I don't like how incense smells, and - I just don't think I'm ever going to get used to kirin things, and, and-"
This time, the teacher cut him off. "You know, I had to change how I lived, too. I didn't have to get used to incense or sour cherries, but I did have to start a whole new life after I got hurt. I miss the sea, the way I think you miss home. The sea was home, for me." Laverbreeze trailed off, and took a deep breath, before picking back up. "You know what's important? That we've both been trying. You work hard in your lessons, you've made good friends, and you spend so much time working in that greenhouse. Volunteering after work assignments are over, even! You know that we donate all the extra food to a local hospital?" Hoo'fran shook his head. "You've been putting in the work thinking that you have to pay Fragrance back for taking you in. But folks doing that kind of work is why we could take you in at all. You're a model citizen, Hoo'fran. Fragrance is better for having you."
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The event “A Friendly And Fraternal Shore” option “"Don't they ever just... spend time alone?"” |
Being a kirin doesn't make one Fragrancese. Doing right by their comrades, does.
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Be It The Will Of The 8th-Year Class of Banyan Prospect
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"The Chair recognizes delegate Lychee. Delegate, for what do you rise?" The teacher nodded as the filly next to him read off of the notes he had prepared her. Lychee seemed a little less prepared.
"To explain why we should be building a boat and not a treehouse!"
The teacher calmly cleared his throat. "The Parliamentarian asks that you maintain decorum and simply answer "To speak, Chair.""
"Oh... okay. To speak, Chair." The teacher nodded, the chairfilly motioned for Lychee to begin, and the young colt cleared his throat. "Members of the 8th-Year Class of Banyan Prospect, I ask you now, are we fillies and foals or are we hardworking young citizens of Fragrance?" The eyeroll in the room was palpable. "With a treehouse, we could play some dumb games. But with a fishing boat, we could show all those 10th-years that we're pulling our weight around! That alone should be reason enough to, uh..." Lychee looked over to the teacher, the teacher whispered to the chairfilly, and she called out, "to vote for Proposition 2: Construction of a Fishing Boat?"
"Yeah, to do that! I rest my case." Lychee sat down, and before the chairfilly could say another word, Azteri stood up. Once recognized, the young zebra trotted to the front of the room and started her speech.
"Friends and classmates, if you ask me, I think Lychee wants to do a lot less fishing and a lot more swimming..."
A sharp call of "Refrain from personal attacks on opposing delegates, Delegate Azteri," followed from the Chair, and the debate continued. Speeches and points, motions and counter-motions - the class spent the whole lesson stumbling their way through their first ever formal debate with giggles and only the barest pretense of decorum. In the end, on a vote of 7-4, it was determined that Proposition 1: Construction of a Treehouse, was the will of the body.
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The event “A Tree, The Sea, And You, And Me” option “If you want a student to learn, get them invested.” |
Lychee sulked for a while... and then proposed a successful motion to start a swimming club.
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- 2.2.1.4
- Events