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Scriptout of Yale Rectorate events
Project Delays
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Things have been rough at the Great Archives' construction site. Deliveries of supplies not arriving on time, unusually bad weather, and plain bad luck have come together and caused serious delays. No griffon in particular is to blame, but the project will take significantly longer now.
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 Recalculate the timetables. Again.
 Archives Construction Underway
The Great Archives of Yale are under construction. This massive project requires many resources and our most skilled architects, engineers, and construction workers. The Archives will take time and dedication, but one day, Yale will see it finished!
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Demand for more Funding
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"What do you mean, you forgot to put a zero behind that price? You incompetent son of a pony!"
The head administrator of the Archives' project raged uncontrollably at one of his clerks. Of course, the poor griffon could not magically summon a sack of gold, so there was little use. The fact remained. The project had gone way over its already ridiculously high budget. He had to ask the government to increase funding again, or risk further delays.
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Increase funding!
Not a penny more.
Archives Construction Underway
The Great Archives of Yale are under construction. This massive project requires many resources and our most skilled architects, engineers, and construction workers. The Archives will take time and dedication, but one day, Yale will see it finished!
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Precious Materials Lost
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The marble used for the statues and pillars of the Archives comes from all over Griffonia, and sadly, even transport for such a noble project isn't always safe from the many dangers and nuisances that cloud Boreas's realm. Several transports of marble, and other valuable materials, have been lost to banditry or held up due to red tape at one of the many border crossings. The problem has become so profound that some of our artists and construction workers lack the materials to continue construction on schedule. We will have to take additional time before the Archives can be opened.
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If only we griffons could cooperate for the common good.
Archives Construction Underway
The Great Archives of Yale are under construction. This massive project requires many resources and our most skilled architects, engineers, and construction workers. The Archives will take time and dedication, but one day, Yale will see it finished!
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A Touch of Genius, A Hint of Madness
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The designs left by the great visionary, Borean Wiedergreiff, are both ingenious and cryptic. It is clear that the architect-scholar had accounted for many of the problems we now face, but sometimes it is hard to decipher the griffon's notoriously bad handwriting and ambiguous use of terms.
However, with careful study, the architects have managed to decipher a key part of the building plans, which would drastically decrease the needed strength for the Archives' support structure. The project carries on, with significant savings in both material and time.
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He truly thought of everything.
Archives Construction Underway
The Great Archives of Yale are under construction. This massive project requires many resources and our most skilled architects, engineers, and construction workers. The Archives will take time and dedication, but one day, Yale will see it finished!
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To Err on the Side of Caution
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Although construction projects are notoriously optimistic, when it comes to their projections of the cost and timetables, it seems that for once, the foregriffs and architects have been too cautious. Work has been going smoothly, helped by good weather and a lack of sick absentees. We can confidently shave some weeks off the construction time.
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Let us not waste our good fortunes.
Archives Construction Underway
The Great Archives of Yale are under construction. This massive project requires many resources and our most skilled architects, engineers, and construction workers. The Archives will take time and dedication, but one day, Yale will see it finished!
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A Most Welcome Donation
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A well-known historian, once a student of the famous Borean Wiedergreiff, has given a donation to the construction effort. Although the donation includes some much needed funds, the real treasure is a bundle of texts from the master himself, describing his architectural visions, along with some unique sketches and plans for the Archives. With another perspective on the project, we may be able to increase our construction speed substantially!
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Great news!
Archives Construction Underway
The Great Archives of Yale are under construction. This massive project requires many resources and our most skilled architects, engineers, and construction workers. The Archives will take time and dedication, but one day, Yale will see it finished!
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Opening of the Yalian Archives
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[This.GetNewspaperHeader]After years of hard work, [YAL.GetNameDef] has completed one of the largest building projects in griffon history, the Great Yale Archives. This building, originally thought up by Borean Wiedergreiff, the first scholar-ruler of Yale, has been a dream of many in Yale. The building is an enormous spire, accessible from many floors by the flying griffons. In it are floor upon floor of books, manuscripts and artefacts carefully collected by [YAL.GetAdjective] scientists. Now that the building is complete, this repository of all griffon knowledge will be used to further progress for all griffons. Analysts expect [YAL.GetName] to carefully choose who gains access to the marvellous archives, to influence Griffonia for the better.
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Taking the decision “The Decoration” |
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 Wiedergreiff's work is complete. (Nothing)
Griffonkind can do anything! (Nothing)
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Aura Boreae
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The question of the gods', and more specifically of Boreas', true nature had been fascinating the scholars of Yale for quite some time. Now, with the most modern techniques, and a scientific curiosity some more conservative griffons would call unholy, the Yale observatory was ready to pierce into the Heavenly Domain of the Gods.
Theologists, astronomers and physicists collaborated in 'Project Weihe', pinpointing the supposed location of Boreas in the night sky, while the most talented engineers prepared the technical instruments which would open a path into the heavens.
And on one fateful night, the project was set, and both audio and visual data was coming in from the intricate machinery set up in the university. First nothing, but when the griffons looked close enough, something materialised before their very eyes. Someone, in fact! An intelligent looking, stern, pale, featherless griffon looked at them. His beak seemed distorted in the image, but there was no doubt that this was the face of Boreas. The researchers became ever more excited, they had definitively proven the existence of God! Amidst the excited chatter of self-important scientists congratulating each other, the audio instruments picked up a message: In old Imperial script he proclaimed: "T Genus Emptio."
This instruction confused the scholars and the theologists present could not place this divine command in any context. When the scholars tried to re-establish contact with Boreas later, the image never reappeared, nor were there anymore messages from the heavens. Perhaps it was better if the world didn't learn about Boreas's true message...
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Selecting the national focus |
What does any of this mean?!
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Scholars in Residence
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Now that the Great Archives have been completed in [YAL.GetName], the nation of scientists has invited us to study in the archives. Their aim is to further peace and prosperity in Griffonia through scientific advancement and mutual understanding. Sharing in the knowledge of the Archives will be a powerful boon to our research, especially in the long term. Additionally, to protect the scholars we sent to Yale we may choose to guarantee their safety and that of [YAL.GetNameDef].
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Completing the national focus |
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We will partake in this great project!
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We cannot be restricted in our foreign policy.
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We will not only partake, but also make sure they can work undisturbed!
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The Great Archives of Yale are already giving benefits to our nation and the other countries that have sent their brightest to live in the city of Yale. The Archives are abuzz with activity as many scholars from around the continent cooperate on a scale never before seen. Both the historical documents and artefacts gathered by [YAL.GetName] and the many books and laboratories around are driving progress. Now that griffon science has been unshackled from borders, nothing can stop the march of progress.
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Completing the national focus |
We have chosen wisely.
 Scratching the Surface
It has only been a little while since the opening of the archives, but the scientists present are excited to get to work. They have theorised many discoveries that may be made in the future with the help of the structure, but not much practical work has been done, as the first pioneer studies are just now finishing up.
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(Hidden) Hidden Event
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Fine...
Breaking through the Surface
With a good understanding of what contents we have in the archives, the scientists have set the task to finish orientation and draft up a framework for research in the future. The studies we received so far are interesting and can surely help.
A Framework for the Future
With the orientation now truly done, the archives are starting to bear fruit. The study of magical artefacts and historical records from so many nations, as well as the cooperation of so many different scientists who bring their own perspectives, is now making a sizable contribution to our research efforts.
A Greater Understanding
Almost every month now, a breakthrough study is published about the archive's contents. Ever more scientists are drawn to the spire as news of the wondrous structure has penetrated every corner of Griffonia. We are starting to get a clear picture of the magic and science of our ancestors, of what we had before the wars ruined so many civilisations. Maybe we can recover the secrets of old?
Using Ancient Wisdom
We now fully grasp the ancient magical knowledge of our ancestors and this is propelling our research forwards. It is hard to fathom just how much we have pieced together with the help of griffons from all over the continent. Now that we have the wisdom of the ancients, we can focus on the future, using our newfound knowledge and the bonds we have made to push science to a new age.
Ancient Wisdom and Modern Intellect
We have started to combine our technology with the magic knowledge we have gained and the synthesis between the two is promising. With our far greater understanding of our own capabilities, we have managed to surge ahead in modern technology as well.
New Perspectives
The minds of all the continent's brightest focused in one place has given us all access to many new perspectives. This has helped out every scientist, as they now have new theories to consider and new methods to use in their own work. There is still some work left, but we are getting closer to the boundaries of our knowledge.
Letting the Owl Fly
The owl has been associated with wisdom by many races, and it was considered a sign by most griffons that many owls decided to nest in the Spire. Therefore, the last phase of research has been called the Owl-Project. Every book and manuscript will be read, reviewed and placed into context, so that we will gain complete knowledge of the Archives' content.
The Owl ascends to the Sky
The work on the Owl-Project has been proceeding rapidly, at least for a scientific project. Many works have been categorised and reviewed, and now searching for and referencing these works takes a lot less time. Our work is almost finished.
The Owl has spread her Wings
With the Owl-Project completed, the mysteries collected in the Archives have finally been answered. Now that all this knowledge has been fully revealed to us and made easy to access, the scientific community will benefit. Let us hope that the archives will forever be a beacon of knowledge and a symbol of griffon cooperation.
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A Letter from the Past
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Today, a strange envelope arrived in the mailbox of the Rector Magnificus. It was odd, as it contained the seal of that very same office. When his aide handed him the curious letter, it became clear that it came from before their lifetimes...
"To the recipient of this letter,
This letter is meant as both congratulations and gratitude for your services to the good of griffonkind. So, if you would indulge me, I would like to address a few words to you. In my lifetime, which has undoubtedly passed, many amazing discoveries have been made, for good and ill, out of lust for wealth and power, or for fear of the power of others. I hope you find yourself in more enlightened times than I do, but I fear that not much has changed in our basic mentality. I do hope my preparations for Yale have been of some aid to your efforts to break this cycle and use science to pursue peace.
Perhaps, if I was lucky, you were taught in university that all scientists stand on the shoulders of those who came before and I would be most humbled if I were amongst those giants. However, this is not the entire truth. We stand on the shoulders of all beings, who in their labours provide the circumstances for us to move forwards. Scientific progress is not owed to scientists, but to the people that enable scientists to do their research. Thus, from this concludes that it is all of society that deserves the fruits of scientific progress.
This truth may seem self-evident, but if your journey as a leader has been the same as mine, you must have had many doubts. You could have let doubts about security and the things you hold dear get in the way of using the unique position you were given for the good of those who entrusted it to you. I sincerely thank you for having not given in to those desires even in your darkest hour and the hope of your people must be that you remain this strong.
Sincerely,
Just one being, Borean Wiedergreiff."
The Rector stared at the paper for a while, before smiling. The enigmatic founder of Yale always had one last surprise, this one heart-warming. The griffon's final wish did indeed come to pass.
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Completing the national focus |
We have chosen the right path. (Nothing) | |
The Union Question
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The new rector of Cyrusval university, Erich Mühschabel looked over the dimly lit A-12 lecture hall in Cyrusval University. This was the first meeting of the revolutionaries since they had taken control of the Academic Council under the guise of securing social welfare. After this first success, the seats were filled with students and professors from his university, excitedly chatting with one another. It was late in the evening, and except for this hall, the university was deserted. The leaders of the student organisations and the professors that helped draft the plans for going forward were giving encouraging smiles, eager to hear the rector speak.
Erich knocked on the desk in front of him to silence the crowd. There was only one matter to be decided tonight, but it was controversial. His voice was not the loudest or most commanding, but as a teacher, he had experience with speaking: "Comrades, thank you all for coming tonight. As has been communicated beforehand, we have made contact with the major trade unions of the country and as expected, they have reacted favourably to our proposal to work together."
The crowd whispered aggressively to each other at the good news, but silenced itself again once they noticed the rector would only speak if he had silence. "However, the union leaders want to be involved in our decision making from now on. Naturally, the unions will provide us with the griffonpower to start a revolution in earnest, but the union leaders are normal workers, separate from any formal education. I have proposed two courses of action, that I recommend to everyone present. Either keep the union leaders out of important decision making for now, or include them fully in our meetings here. Let us now hear all comrades who want to speak."
The next few hours were filled with many present giving their own opinions, sometimes mere sentences, sometimes fiery orations for one proposal or the other. At the end of the night, however...
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Cyrusval votes to keep the intellectuals in charge.
Cyrusval votes to fully include the unions.
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New Recruits
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"How odd." Captain Lars Schwertsohn scratched a talon against his skull. The numbers didn't make sense. For years now, Cyrusval province had seen the lowest enlistment rates in all of Yale, but in the last two months, the numbers skyrocketed to even surpass Bruma. Had 'the Stalliongrad of Griffonia' changed? He sighed to himself; "And here I always thought those socialists were disloyal, I guess the Council did pick the right university after all."
It was truly a mystery why the young griffons of Cyrusval were suddenly so enthusiastic about the military. They had all applied for different battalions and branches of service, and it stood out to the captain that none of them seemed interested in a career as a staff officer. Schwertsohn nodded at the numbers, smiling. Perhaps Arcturius had visited these students in their dreams, and now they finally knew their true duty?
Whatever the case, his shift was almost over and he wanted to see his wife. No griffon read his reports anyway, so there was no harm in leaving Cyrusval's new military fervour a secret for now. Captain Lars stuffed the papers into the filing cabinet, deciding not to report this curious abnormality further up the chain of command, instead going home early to his wife.
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Truly exemplary students!
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The Truth!
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It was incredibly hot in the basement of Cyrusval University, and this was before the presses were rolling. The room was packed with the machines and griffons necessary to mass produce pamphlets, leaflets and newspapers, which had taken a considerable chunk of the university budget. Erich Mühschnabel looked at the two papers on the table in front of him. Two different ideas for the first draft of 'Wahrheit!' the underground newspaper that was supposed to come out tomorrow.
Of course, Erich had made sure to put in local stories that would be interesting for any reader, to attract attention, but he was split over which of the two drafts to push to the presses. One had anonymous essays and lengthy exposes about the theoretical background of socialism and anarchism, truly works of fine scholarship. Interesting for some, but not a simple story a worker could rally behind. The other draft was the opposite, full of short, powerful articles about the capitalist crimes of the here and now, urging the worker to action. It was unworthy of journalism or academia, but it would resonate with the proletariat.
The decision was up to Erich on how to set the tone for future editions and decide on his target audience. He cleaned his glasses, which had gotten damp from the moisty, sweaty room and called the griffon in charge of the presses.
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Taking the decision “Set up Underground Presses” |
We will print essays on the ethics of anarchism!
We will write plainly and clearly about the evils of capitalism!
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Soldiers of the Revolution
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The revolutionaries convened in Lecture Hall A-12 yet again. Support for their cause was rising, with the government still clueless where the socialist sympathies were coming from. More and more supporters have flocked to the woods on the border with Angriver, where the revolutionaries are trained in the Angriver way of guerrilla warfare. However, the veteran soldiers training these militias have complained that there is a lack of discipline amongst recruits and that many simply spend most of their time listening to students hold speeches on the evils of capitalism or discussing how they'd run a commune.
As expected by Mühschnabel, most delegates present found this a wonderful development, praising the rise of class consciousness amongst the griffons. However, more practical griffons reminded those present that, for now, it would be best to force camp discipline and train the revolutionaries into true soldiers. Opinions were split and it was going to be another long night of debates.
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Taking the decision “Secure Arms” |
We must encourage free thought to develop class consciousness!
We have to instil discipline to win the revolution.
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An Invitation for Archon Proteus
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The Sword and Shield movement had been gaining popularity amongst the commoners and intellectuals alike, with a renewed focus on virtues, religion and military culture. But to ensure their success, the University of Bruma, which recently invited Prelate Michael onto their Executive Board, carefully planned their next step. Many griffons still questioned Sword and Shield, especially those griffons who were swayed by the false promises of Equestrian ideas such as socialism and harmony.
There was one griffon, however, who could help shore up support for the cause, even though he was not the greatest fan of public appearances. Archon Proteus, highest in the priesthood of Arcturius and Michael's superior, would remind the griffons of Yale of their duty to their gods. Bruma University would invite Proteus for a visit to inspect and bless the standard of a new regiment for the student militia. Hopefully that would entice the Archon, who sometimes acted more like a knight than a priest, to come and support the Sword and Shield movement. The Prelate and university, would make sure that this event would be a grand celebration.
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Send the invitation!
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An Invitation for Archon Proteus
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Archon Proteus received an invitation from the Prelate of Yale to attend a celebration in Bruma University, a place of learning which is heavily supported by his Archonate. Apparently, the Archon is to bless the standard of a new regiment for the local student militia. Although this invitation seems harmless, it is a sign of the renewed influence of religion in general and the worship of Arcturius in particular throughout the Yale Rectorate. Proteus intends to travel to Yale and preform the blessing, eager as he is to escape Griffenheim and its politicking. His visit may help secure Yale for the Archonate, for better or for worse.
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The event “An Invitation for Archon Proteus” option “Send the invitation!” |
We can't stop him from going either way.
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The Blessing of Arcturius
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A huge crowd had gathered in Bruma's Kaiserplatz, the city's central square, but the middle of the plaza was kept open for the ceremony that was about to start. Firstly, the Archon appeared on the balcony of the city hall, to roaring cheers of the crowd. The chivalrous and down-to-earth Proteus was immensely popular with the public and many travelled for hours just to catch a glimpse of him. Behind him, at a respectable distance, Prelate Michael took his position, smiling at the crowd's adoration for the Archon. Proteus seemed to instantly connect to the griffons present, making them forget everything else.
The sound of military drums closing on the square silenced the crowd, and from around the corner, the Sword and Shield militia marched into the square. They were wearing their grey dress uniform, lined with golden thread and a grey cap with a white plume supplemented their formal attire. In front walked the standard bearer, carrying a golden banner depicting a sword behind a shield, surrounded by a laurel wreath. On the banner it said: 'Virtus, Justitia, Arcturius.' When the student militia had reached its positions, they formally greeted the Archon, after which the square was silent, waiting for the Archon's speech.
"Thank you, citizens of Yale, for inviting me on this beautiful day. Your Prelate has asked me to say a few words to you and I will. As you know, Arcturius always had a special place in his heart for Bruma and your university has produced many wonderful knights and priests." The crowd cheered at the Archon's praise and he had to gesture them to calm down. "However, I have been told that not every griffon in Yale has decided to follow the divine path. Many are confused and lost in these uncertain times, where the world seems small but the challenges to our wellbeing loom large. But remember that Arcturius will fight for those in need. I implore you, follow the God's call and save those who stray too far. Then Yale's future, and that of the Empire, will be secure!"
After the Archon was done speaking, he was joined by Prelate Michael and they chanted a hymn to bless the Sword and Shield banner. Proteus then spent the rest of the day chatting with soldiers and students and even tested out one of their rifles himself. News of the Archon's speech spread quickly and many griffons heeded the words of Proteus. The following week, all temples in Yale were packed to the brim as many griffons returned to Arcturius's protection.
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The event “An Invitation for Archon Proteus” option “We can't stop him from going either way.” |
Praise Arcturius, protector of griffonkind!
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Michael's Ascension
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The Academic Council had to acknowledge that a lot of things had changed for the better since Bruma university took the initiative in reforming Yale. With religion and discipline, the common griffon was included into the nation, where scientists and high idealism had failed. The social scientists of Bruma understood the wants of the people more than the others, more even than Cyrusval, which always proclaimed they were the only ones who fought for the citizenry.
It was this slow change of perspective, along with a personal letter of recommendation from Archon Proteus, published in every major newspaper, that forced the Council to make a move. The rectors invited prelate Michael, head of the Arcturian Hierarchy in Yale for negotiations. When the prelate arrived in Greenback's Borean Wiedergreiff Building, the Council saw a griffon who would not be impressed by their power and intellect.
Most strikingly, the prelate was reasonable, way more reasonable than a priest ever should have been. He would keep respecting the universities if he was on the council, but simply give a voice to the divine and popular will. He swore that a seat on the council would finally mend the rift between the elite and the common griffon and most of all, he promised the Archonate would respect Yale's tradition if it was led by Michael.
In the end, the council voted in favour of allowing Michael into the council, with only protests from Cyrusval.
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The Prelate will preserve Yale.
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The Yale Prelature
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The Yale Rectorate has always been a country where many ungodly and dangerous ideas were allowed to fester in the name of 'academic debate'. The armchair intellectuals failed to gain the support of the populace, however, and were forced to led the more religiously minded griffons in their country lead the way. Under the Schwert und Schild (Sword and Shield) movement, Arcturius in particular was being popularised in university and temple alike.
Now Prelate Michael of Arcturius has been voted into a leadership position in Yale and the priest has immediately pledged support to Archon Proteus in Griffenheim. Will we allow the loyal griffons of Yale back into the imperial fold?
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Another fiefdom joins the call of the righteous!
We cannot accept their servitude at this time.
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Denied Our Place
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It seems there has been a misunderstanding with the archonate in Griffenheim, as they have refused our request for vassalage. This has come as a personal blow to Michael, whose steadfast faith in the Hierarchy has taken a big hit. Nevertheless, the prelate has vowed to continue to fight for Arcturius and Yale, even if it has to be knight against knight. It seems Arcturius will determine who is right on the sacred field of battle.
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The event “The Yale Prelature” option “We cannot accept their servitude at this time.” |
How could they abandon the faithful?
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The Status of Yale
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For a while now, Yale has been afforded great autonomy within the Griffonian Empire, as a mere vassal of the archons. Now that the Empire is rising again, however, we must consider what to do with the citizens of Yale. Prelate Michael has ensured us that the griffons would not object to total integration of their domain into the Empire itself, but he has stressed that letting Yale mind its own business could be a better way to profit from his prelature.
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Welcome them to the Empire! (Yale integrates you!)
The current arrangement suits us best.
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The Empire Maintains our Autonomy
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Our offer to give up our privileges and become a normal province of the Griffonian Empire has been refused by the archons. In a letter signed by the three, they explain to Michael that he and the griffons of Yale will serve the gods best as their own autonomous prelature within the empire. They cite the scientific and military fervour of the Yalish in particular as reasons for their decision.
So it has been decided, and so it shall be. We will be the Emperor's Sword and Shield, the Arcturius to the Imperial Boreas. And we will march to the ends of the world, if it was is required of us.
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The event “The Status of Yale” option “The current arrangement suits us best.” |
We will stand in the grace of the divine.
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The Emperor has Died
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Grover V, our emperor, has passed away after touring the new imperial rail network. The fifth emperor of Griffonia had a troubled reign that saw the Empire slowly fracture. This was positive for Yale to the extent that it provided us with greater autonomy from Griffenheim, as we could now force concessions on our overlords. However, our citizens are Herzlanders through and through, bound by a shared culture and past to many griffons beyond our borders. Yale is economically mostly healthy and has a well-functioning government, but one could say it lacks a soul.
With the Emperor gone, the common griffons are looking for new answers and more and more of them seek to reinvent Yale in one way or another. The technocratic government, led by the universities has not managed to speak to the imagination of our citizens which is leading more and more griffons to search for other answers. Something has to replace the place the Empire held in the identity of the Yalish and the Rectorate might have to reinvent itself if it wants to continue like this.
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The event “The Emperor is Dead” option “Boreas save us all!” |
I thought we were doing fine.
 Societal Divides
With the Emperor's death tensions have exploded as various factions pull Yale in the direction they believe will save it.
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Gamia's Dominance
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The recent ascendency of Gamia as the leading Yalish university has ensured that it has access to the funds necessary to attempt some of its most ambitious projects. However, even this vast pool of resources has its limits, meaning we can only finance and supply one of our ambitions.
The first is known as Project Auferstehung, which looks to build upon the legacy of the fabled Professor Lazarus, an ancient scholar who hoped to find a means of achieving immortality. Recently, our enchanters have theorised that Lazarus's theories were sound and that they were merely lacking the advances of medicine we now possess. Perhaps we can sustain life beyond the grave.
The second is titled Project Weihe, which looks to bridge the distance between the heavens and our own realm. It is hoped that with modern developments in astronomy and communications we can puncture the heavens and open up a line of communications between the gods and mortals, allowing us the means to access divine knowledge directly from the source.
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With Auferstehung, we could bring back the greatest minds of griffon history.
With Weihe, we could have access to omnipotence.
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The Ambitions of Auferstehung
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Our scientists report that the theories of Auferstehung have been proven in practice. After tapping the electricity from the entire university, performing the necessary enchantments on the body and via an extremely stressful procedure, we have managed to bring a small rodent back to life.
The animal remains in good health, with full mental capabilities, were it not for the loss of most of its skin in the process, which is nothing some magic can't hide. The possibilities are endless, but the revival of a sentient being will require much more power and would risk damaging the machinery or perhaps even angering the gods.
But, Gamia's Board of Directors has approved an ambitious project to ensure the most is made from our singular opportunity to achieve Lazarus's dream. They hope to revive the griffon who is considered by some to be the mightiest warrior to have ever lived and by many more as a brutal tyrant, Grover II. The life of the Empire's second greatest leader ended tragically at the hooves of the riverponies, with the Emperor's remains being interned in Griffonstone.
If we were able to retrieve them, they could hypothetically be brought back to Yale, and it is possible, that they could be reanimated, allowing us access to the greatest military mind in Griffonia's history.
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Locate these bones, they will be the ultimate test of our project.
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The Remains of Grover II
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The tomb to the Griffonian Empire's second greatest leader is located in Griffonstone, and its size and grandeur is only rivaled by the mausoleum of his father, Grover I. However, the tomb is in a pitiful state of disrepair, having been neglected for decades. Like the Empire, it is but a shadow of its former self.
In the dead of night, our team of researchers broke into the tomb and extracted the remains of Grover II. While evading capture at the claws of Griffonstone authorities, they managed to return the bones to Gamia, where they have now become the focus of Project Auferstehung.
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May Grover finally return to the Empire.
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Return of the Emperor
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Ancient bones are placed upon a metal slab, hovering over a noxious syrup of chemicals and magical compounds. All around it, scientists, engineers, and enchanters rush, checking instruments and calculations before rechecking them. After all, this experiment demands perfection. One little flaw, one missing calculation, one wrong glyph, any of these could forever destroy the bones of Grover II.
When the project's head is satisfied that all necessary precautions have been met, he gestures with a talon. At once, every griffon takes up position. A grad student pulls the fateful lever and the metal slab begins to lower into the stew.
Soon the bones are submerged. A moment passes, then electricity is applied and other chemicals are injected. Outside, the lights of all of Gamia flicker off as the Yalish power supply is taxed to its limits.
The demand for energy mounts, and soon the lights begin to flicker. A young engineer screams as the glass of a nearby dial shatters, showering them in debris. A minor wound in the name of progress.
"Just a little longer," the project head mutters.
This was the culmination of centuries of slow progress, it must succeed.
Finally, the electricity the dials show the satisfactory amount of energy and the flow of electricity ceases. Then, the slab is slowly raised.
Dozens of eyes widen and somegriffon gasps at the sight before him. Knees hit the floor as everygriffon in the room bows before who they have awakened. A figure who was previously only known from paintings and legends. An unmatched general and feared ruler. Before them is-
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Grover II.
§YDefense Skill§!: §Y1§! §GPlanning Skill§!: §Y1§! §CLogistics Skill§!: §Y1§!
Rising Tensions With The Armed Forces
The generals of Yale have a different idea on how to wage war than the Emperor does. It is hard, even frustrating to the point of madness, to have a commander who insists that fire by rank is a cutting-edge doctrinal improvement.
 Behind The Times
The Emperor has brought with him a fine knowledge of the weapons of his time, cannons and muskets. Although some in Griffonia still sport such weapons, the core of the Empire has moved to more modern weaponry. A few days after ascending the throne, there was an accident where the Emperor ordered an arms factory to forge one hundred bronze cannons to reduce our artillery deficit. We must get the Kaiser up to speed, for all our sakes.
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Update on Project Weihe
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Professor Otto von Falkenstein, one of the senior researchers involved with Project Weihe, was found dead this morning. The cornier reported that the cause of death was likely a heart attack aided by what would appear to be sleep deprivation and a pre-existing condition.
Discovered next to his body was his journal and a flask.
The journal begins innocently enough, seeming to discuss the affairs of Otto's day-to-day life and his work. However, after the failure with the initial cryptic message it would appear that Otto began to fall into a spiral of overwork which began to take a toll on the quality of his writing.
Soon after the project's failure, he described receiving a message from the gods, claiming they had bestowed him with the knowledge of reaching their divine message. For a few weeks, his notes continue to hold onto some cohesion as Otto attempted to decipher the cryptic nature of his holy mandate.
However, towards the end, his sanity clearly began to slip. Near the final pages, his journal is little more than mad rants, cryptic phrasing, and odd drawings of symbols. However, on the final page, it seems some semblance of sense returned, as he wrote, 'It is ready'.
Inside the flask was a thin white fluid, consisting of some hybrid technomagical substance, whose exact makeup is as of yet unknown.
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We must study this breakthrough.
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Intruder
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An alarm goes off and guards rush down the stairs towards Gamia's vaults. Inside are all manner of organic life, chemical compounds, and magical mixtures. Most are benign, some are dangerous, a few could end life on Griffonia.
When the guards enter, they notice that most of the catalogue has been left untampered, with not so much as an index card being disturbed. The intruder must've known their way. However, they notice that the vault door to G-wing is open, which is not a good sign, as it contains all those compounds which threaten the known world.
The guards exchange nervous looks as they enter. Plagues, bioweapons, flesh eating fungi and more. All accounted for, luckily. However, these are not the most precious substances the university possesses, the real bad stuff is in the back, the direction the intruder seems to be heading. The guards are in hot pursuit.
Soon, they enter into a small sterile atrium, the storage of all the world's worst horrors, and sitting in the middle is a single griffon. They are bald, dull looking, inconspicuous. It is hard to distinguish anything remarkable.
A guard reaches out his claw and one of the griffon's eyes snap open, causing the guard to recoil.
"W-what are you?" the guard stammers.
The griffon stands up and spreads his wings. An unnatural light surrounds his wings. His eyes seem to shine with an impossible energy. And a thin drizzle of a certain white fluid is creeping from his beak.
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"Did you not wish to speak with Boreas?"
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One Day More
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[YAL.GetOrganizerMeetingResult]
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One day more to revolution!
We have to act quickly!
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Calling the General Strike
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"Comrades," The sweltering theatre building was packed with griffons from all over Yale, representatives of the unionised workers from all sectors. Karl Legreif, the chairgriffon of the Federation of Yalish Unions, had the word for half an hour now. He was a gifted speaker, and he flared up the emotions of the crowd. Now he was getting to the end of his speech.
"I would therefore commend the following resolution to you. 'These Trade Unions, as representatives of the working class of Yale has no confidence in the Rector and his government,' " Legreif was interrupted by shouts and sneers directed at the government, " 'Due to his failure to allow the people of Yale to have a meaningful impact on their own destiny and to allow them the rights and privileges every worker deserves. Therefore the Federation of Yalish Unions calls upon every worker, soldier and student to strike, until the government accepts our demands.' " The griffon nodded his head and left the stage under loud applause.
The theatre had calmed down somewhat and the representatives were discussing the resolution. Many of them were scared that such an all-out action would result in fatalities or Imperial intervention. The workers didn't seem to put much faith in the students of Cyrusval to have organised enough arms to carry out a violent revolution and others did never intent to go that far. The next hours would be crucial to decide the FYU's decision. Legreif gathered a few sturdy metalworkers around him. These griffons could be trusted to put in their all for him. Perhaps they could shift some votes in his favour?
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The resolution must pass, by any means.
§YWe can rely on our comrades in the unions!§!
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Streik! Streik! Streik!
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The decision had been made and the Federation of Yalish Unions prepared pamphlets and radio messages to call for the strike. In Cyrusval, the university along with the local workers had already taken control of most of the city. Karl Legreif and the rest of the FYU leadership quickly hurried over there for fear of being caught by the police or loyal army units.
Now that the Trade Union leadership had fallen in line for the revolution, it was time to spread the word from the biggest cities to the smallest villages and to convince more soldiers and workers to join. All the while, the revolutionaries had to hide the extent of their plans to prevent the government from cracking down too harshly on the strike before it could organise. This meant that communication had to be somewhat secret, which meant bribes and intimidation if necessary. It was also not quite clear who supported the revolution in what manner and Legreif did not know whether he could count on union activists or soldiers to lead the way. A revolution was an uncontrollable force, and despite what the eggheads in the university might say, it was not possible to predict the exact outcome.
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Spread the word!
§YUnion activists lead the way!§!
§RSoldiers abandon their post!§!
Without its leaders, the strike goes nowhere.
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On the Barricades of Greenback
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The Kaiserplatz in Greenback used to be one of many large market squares in the Heartlands. It had an ornate fountain boasting a statue of Emperor Grover I in the centre. Today, the scene was quite different. A sea of tents had occupied 'Black Square' as it was now called. The statue of Grover had been toppled and now adorned one of the barricades securing the square from the forces of the reaction. Black and red flags replaced the statue as decoration. Thousands of griffons occupied the square and a spirit of freedom had overtaken them. Many hours were spend debating, singing or practicing with guns.
Meanwhile, most students stayed in Greenback University, a lot of them feeling an obligation to its hospital over fighting on either side of the revolution. The army of Yale, or whatever was left of the army, had not reared its head in the city-centre, content to guard the government sector of the city. Until today, that was. From one of the barricades a trumpet blared an alarm sound. The high spirits of the revolutionaries shattered like glass. A moment of silence was followed by a flurry of action. Rifles were quickly given out as the griffons sprinted and flew towards where the alarm came from.
An orderly column of about 300 troops stopped before the barricades. The soldiers had brought artillery and heavy weapons. All of them were standing at attention, their rifles shouldered. From the mount of rubble in front of them, a few hundred weapons pointed at them. Both sides hesitated, there were friends, maybe even family on the other side. No griffon wanted to fire the first shot. An eerie silence was in the air, the calm before the storm...
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For the revolution!
§CCall the students to aid us!§!
§RAppeal to the government troops!§!
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Victory to the revolution!
Thank Boreas for the Oathbreakers.
Soldiers are our comrades!
Yale stands victorious!
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The Siege of Cyrusval
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Two Yalish army captains stood next to each other, one was using a pair of binoculars to observe the city in front of them. The other, Captain Lars Schwertsohn, impatiently tapped his talon against the grass. "What do you see Valerion?"
Valerion lowered his binoculars and gave them to Lars, who eagerly put them to his eyes. "By Arcturus, what a mess. They turned every street into a barricade."
"Like rats in a cage, captain." Valerion checked his watch, a wicked smile on his face. "Here it comes."
Hundreds of cannons roared in almost perfect symmetry. Then again and then a third time just before the first shells hit their target. The sound of the explosions was faint from such a distant, but Lars could see the effects up close. The city's half-timbered houses were not made to withstand an artillery barrage of this magnitude. He gnarled in annoyance. "Cursed command owes me a new house after this is done."
"You live her Schwertsohn?" The other asked, only half-interested. "Yes, despite all the socialists it was a good place, fine folks."
"We'll rebuild it, maybe rename it to Rotsende or something. I'm sure the Emperor will appreciate our sacrifice."
"Rather him than those red thieving traitors, they kicked me out of my house!"
"It is quite something they still managed to revolt when you caught their leaders."
"Bloody bureaucracy, Valerion. When I finished filing all the reports, there were already hundreds of angry griffons at my office. Luckily I had the ringleaders shipped away that very night."
"That would never have happened under the Empire."
"Boreas gave us victory over the godsless, only to go back to the paper-obsessed eggheads."
"Doesn't have to be that way, Schwertsohn. The Empire isn't dead yet."
For the rest of the night, the two officers watched the fighting, the screams soon became fewer and far between. Fires died down and when the dawn rose, the Orange-Gold of the Empire –Not the flag of Yale - flew over Yale University.
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So ends the revolution.
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The Red Scare
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The failed anarchist revolution in Yale left the socialist and anarchist movements disorganised and scattered. It also destroyed whatever support was left for the Yalish government itself. The army had managed to crush the revolt before it could spread, but in the media the ineptitude of the actual government was shown. They had empowered Cyrusval with extra funds, naively hoping to forge an alliance with those that hated everything a decent griffon stands for. Many officers and soldiers openly expressed their desire to return control of Yale to the rightful heir of the Empire.
The newspapers and radio whipped up a red scare amongst the commoners, aided by the Triarchy and the military. Day after day every griffon was told of the imminent threat to their possessions and to decency, science and religion posed by whatever socialists still remained. Soon mass demonstrations were held for immediate re-integration of Yale to the Empire. Not long after, the Rector Magnificus ceremoniously renounced the title of Duke of Yale, which was held by the Universities since the age of Borean Wiedergreiff. The title defaulted to the head of the Grover Dynasty and the era of Yalish independence came to an end.
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They left us no choice.
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The Call of the Faithful
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Amidst the fighting between government loyalists and revolutionaries, the temples have remained an unconquerable fortresses. In some towns, the local temple is the only building left unscathed in the fighting, gleaming white towers rising above the chaos down below. As for all their dedication to the revolution, most griffons remained religious and they have not dared to touch their places of worship. This faith is starting to be used against the socialists, however, as under orders from Prelate Michael, the clergy has started to ramp up its fight against the revolution. During every sermon, the priests of the country remind their congregation that the revolution is godless. Some go as far as to accuse us of worshipping Maar! Worst of all, it seems the Triarchy's words are starting to stick in the minds of the proletariat, leading them right into reactionary claws.
The revolutionaries have yet to decide on their response. Although the student, soldier and workers councils were quick to condemn the temples' allegations, most griffons are hesitant to take any further action. Revolution is a messy process and everything depends on popular support. Action against the temples, many feared, was sure to be unpopular. Some griffons floated the idea of making counterpropaganda, but many of our writers protested against directly challenging the word of the Triarchy. Only a few griffons supported armed intervention, but such a radical step would require our soldiers to shed blood on holy ground, something we are not sure they are prepared to do. The question stands: Can we push our writers or our soldiers to action against the Triarchy?
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Nothing can be done.
§CWe must use counterpropaganda!§!
§RShut the temples down. Now.§!
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Revolution reaches Gamia
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[YAL.GetStudentClashResult]
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The Reactionaries won?!
They cannot resist forever!
Raise the scarlet banner!
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The Breakdown of Order
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In the wake of the revolution the land is thrown into chaos. Statist authority has withered away utterly and in its wake is left nothing. It is, however, a nothing that many revolutionaries know to cherish. The slate is being wiped clean, providing for a chance to rebuild society in a new mold, one where the state does not need to be an everpresent force of coercion and control. There are many among our ranks who are eagerly embracing the opportunity, having dispersed among the populace to begin the rebirth of a new society along anarchist lines.
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We will rebuild quickly.
 Anarchy
Local Governments have completely broken down into chaos.
We will rebuild.
Anarchy
Local Governments have completely broken down into chaos.
Rebuilding will be a huge undertaking.
Anarchy
Local Governments have completely broken down into chaos.
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Anarchism Fills the Void
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[YAL.GetCommuneEstablishmentResult]
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We have taught them well.
A fair society is within reach.
A lot remains to be done.
We must persist.
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The March to Yale
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The countryside is in our control, and from east to west the banner of revolution waves over village and town both. The reactionaries have only one place left to hold their ground at, but unfortunately that is also the jewel of this land; the city of Yale itself. They are rallying their forces there, and though revolutionaries are streaming to from across the land, it is clear that this will be the greatest challenge we have faced so far.
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We will crush the last reactionary bastion!
We will crush the last reactionary bastion!
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The Counterrevolution
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The prelate watched quietly from the hillside, seeing how the beautiful city of Yale was on fire. It was an abomination in every way, and it sickened him that this cancer had spread so far. Even from here, he could hear the sound of gunfire and fighting as the red scourge and the last military forces of Yale fought below. Turning around, he looked at the griffons behind him. They reached out behind him in the hundreds, indeed in the thousands, and he could see the resolve in their eyes.
"Some of you have resisted this red disease from the very beginning," he began, raising the megaphone he had so everygriff could hear him. "Some of you have only desired peace. Some of you were briefly seduced by their twisted ideals. But I tell you this: today that does not matter! Yale is burning, the very heart of learning and wisdom in the Empire we all honor and love is set ablaze by these madgriffs!"
"None are left to fight for Yale - for the Empire - but you now, and we stand on the precipice of the destruction of all we know. Today you join the ranks of your ancestors where they marched under the first emperors! You join the ranks of your parents as they paid in blood and death to deliver this land from destruction! You are the ones who will be called saviors after today! It will be hard, it will be bloody, but as the gods are my witnesses: Keep your courage, aim true, know that you fight for the greatest cause of all, and you will prevail! Loyal Griffons of the Empire, no, Heroes of the Empire! CHARGE!"
With a deafening roar, the rallied remnants of peasant militias, red defectors and volunteers charged, weapons in claws, down towards the city, to break the already faltering revolution. They smashed into the rear, leaving the revolutionaries caught between the hammer and the anvil.
By nightfall hundreds would lie dead, the revolution among them.
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Tear down the red banners, run down the rebels!
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The Last Bastion
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Yale is a fortress unlike any we have encountered before, and while force and courage has carried the day thus far, this will not be enough during the battle we face ahead. As we approach the city, we must decide how we are to strike at it, because while the enemy defences are formidable, they are internally divided, and we do still have supporters in the city? Can we use this, or is the only option an overwhelming strike, no matter the cost?
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§RCall on the soldiers!§!
§CCall on the intellectuals!§!
§YCall on the workers!§!
Rally everygriffon!
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The Battle for Yale
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[YAL.GetYaleCityFate]
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Yale is Red!
Yale is red!
Yale is red!
Yale is red... and in ruins.
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A Regent has been chosen
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The below descriptions are available for this event.
The following description is used if:
- File:GRD.png GRD:
- Has leader “Duchess Gabriela Eagleclaw”
- After months of squabbling, the factions in Griffenheim have finally chosen a regent. Duchess Gabriela Eagleclaw, cousin of the late Emperor, has come out on top and now has a firm control over Griffenheim and presumably her already wealthy estate as well. The council was forced to react and pick a side, as rumour had it that Archon Eros would not let his defeat slide so easily.
In Yale, all the rectors were present for an emergency gathering. As Mikusian expected, Gamia and Bruma were two birds of a feather and demanded that Yale would secede from the Empire, as Eros was the legitimate regent for young Grover VI. Cyrusval, demanded secession as well, naming a long list of alleged imperialist crimes the Empire had committed. This left the four central universities; Yale, Middenheim, Greengate and Greenback. The rectors of Middenheim and Greengate, who were not much for politics, were willing to stick with the Duchess, which was Mikusian's preferred option. Greenback, however, voted with the radicals. The university refused to be part of what they named "the spending of lives in useless conflicts."
This left Mikusian with no choice but to travel to Griffenheim to announce Yale's formal secession from the Empire. He hoped duchess Eagleclaw would swallow her pride and let the Rectorate be, but he feared that the country had to prepare for the worst.
The following description is used if:
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- Has leader “GRI_archon_eros_vii”
- After months of squabbling, the factions in Griffenheim have finally chosen a regent. Archon Eros VII, the highest priest in the Hierarchy of Boreas, has come out on top and now has a firm control over Griffenheim as well as the clergy. The council was forced to react and pick a side, as rumour had it that Duchess Gabriela Eagleclaw would not let her defeat slide so easily.
In Yale, all the rectors were present for an emergency gathering. As Mikusian expected, Gamia and Bruma were two birds of a feather and pleaded for Yale to support the Empire, denouncing Eagleclaw as a heathen noble. Cyrusval, demanded secession, however, naming a long list of alleged imperialist crimes the Empire had committed. Greenback also supported secession as they hoped to steer Yale away from any conflict. This left the other central universities; Yale, Middenheim and Greengate. Although Mikusian shared Greengate and Middenheim's loathing for religious authority, the three universities decided that the Archonate, now that it was in control of Griffenheim, was more likely to come out on top. Thus, those three decided to stick with the Empire, meaning a majority of rectors chose for loyalty to Griffenheim.
Mikusian sent a letter to Griffenheim the same day to announce to Eros that the Yale Rectorate fully intended on keeping the current arrangement it had with Griffenheim. He hoped the Archons would limit their ambitions and let the Rectorate be, but he feared that the country had to prepare for the worst, even though they tried to stay loyal.''
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We should prepare for the worst.
Let's hope we can trust the Archon.
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Prelate Michael's Humble Request
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Developments in Yale have been going more smoothly than we could have hoped for. Not only did the academics of Yale wisely choose to side with us against the Duchess, they also elected to put the local Prelate into power. Most fortunately, Prelate Michael of Yale is a loyal member of the Hierarchy and he has been guiding his flock well.
It is in this context that the prelate has replied to our recent request for annexation. Instead of simply accepting to become a part of the Empire, Michael has pleaded for continued vassalage of Yale, on the basis of its unique way of doing things and the scientific benefits such an arrangement could bring. Although we could still demand annexation, refusing this humble request may lead to the prelate being forced to go against our wishes. We must carefully consider how far we are willing to push this.
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We graciously accept this request.
We demand annexation.
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Mikusian's Deliberation
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Yet again the Council of Rectors has met in Yale to discuss the growing internal and external problems. Popular dissent has become an ever more pressing issue, as the old societal attachment to the Empire faded away with the current academic government offering little in the way of legitimacy to Yale. Rector Magnificus Mikusian was not a social scientist, nor was he a terribly cunning politician, but he did have a talent for logical arguments and problem solving. He saw three valid approaches.
Firstly, funds could be made available to support Gamia and Bruma, two universities which had traditionally received a lot of Triarchy funding from Romau and still held strong ties to the clergy. Perhaps their religious connections could appeal to the general populace, but this could come at the price of scientific integrity. Legitimacy through divine sanction. Secondly, he could try and broadly maintain the academic course of Yale, but free more funds for projects that would increase the quality of life in Yale. Legitimacy through results. Thirdly, and perhaps most radically, he could give discretionary funds to the university of Cyrusval. Socialism had recently won over many states and according to the academics of this university, many more states would follow soon. Perhaps by empowering this university, they could reach a compromise position to help the proletariat while avoiding violence. Legitimacy through popular will.
Ringing a little bell to call attention to himself, Mikusian spoke up to announce his decision:
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Gamia and Bruma must take the lead.
AI logic:
We shall stay the course.
AI logic:
Cyrusval will calm the masses.
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[YAL.GetSecessionReason]
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The below descriptions are available for this event.
The following description is used if:
Yale Rectorate:
- Has leader “Emperor Grover II”
- Something impossible has happened in the Yale Rectorate, if the Yalish are to be believed. Scientists of Gamia's university have allegedly resurrected Grover II, the most dreaded emperor of the Grover dynasty. A strange combination of technology and magic has supposedly animated the old Kaiser. It shows the desperation of the Yalish government to find something to unite them, and it shows the gullibility of the populace that they buy it. Either way, this Grover is marshalling his forces to take what he beliefs is his by birth right.
Griffenheim.
The following description is used if:
- Yale Rectorate:
- Has leader “Herald of Boreas”
- A strange figure has been gaining popularity in Yale at an astonishing rate. Known only as the Herald of Boreas, this griffon claims to be in communion with Boreas himself. It seems that, supported by the universities of Gamia and Bruma, and by the desperation of the Yalish people to latch on to any sort of meaning, this Herald has managed to take control of the country. Naturally, the Triarchy has condemned the Herald and his followers as heretics, but it seems that that has not stopped the growth of his movement so far.
We must stop him before the Temple shakes to its core.
The following description is used if:
- Yale Rectorate:
- Has completed national focus
“To the Barricades!”
- Has completed national focus
- Angry commoners have overthrown the Yalish government in a revolution. We'd decry these peasants as bloody anarchists, but it seems that this is what they style themselves as. The bandits have fought the government all the way to Yale, causing a great loss in life and property. The commoners have broken their oaths towards the Empire and have declared the start of some sort of global revolution.''
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He can't be back, can he? (Nothing)
Outrageous blasphemy! (Nothing)
We will restore order soon. (Nothing) | |
No More Reaction
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The reactionaries are dead or beaten into submission. The vestiges of the old order are shattered. The people of Yale are finally free to take their due and distribute the wealth of the land amongst the people. Now the griffons of Yale can live together in freedom.
Erich Mühschnabel has led the anarchist revolution, not only has he achieved the goal of liberation, he has also enacted personal revenge. The rector of old Cyrusval University walked through the burned out ruins of the mansion where he spent his childhood. As he had planned, his family was one of the first to go. His sister, who always had his father's attention, was gone. Father's final moments would be imprinted with Erich's greatest achievement. For a capitalist, the old Mühschnabel was kind to his workers, sure. But that did not stop Erich from inciting a crowd to burn down their boss's home.
As Erich walked through the remains of a once decadent salon, he pondered on the future. Yale was properly cleansed of any elements that could stop anarchism from taking hold. His students and teachers were already educating the people for their new way of life. Two things still distinctly worried him. Firstly, the other powers in the Heartland might see the Communes, rightly so at the moment, as an easy target and attempt to quench the flame of revolution in the name of some misguided principle.
Secondly, the trade unions. Ally to the cause, these organisations were not as radical as Erich had hoped. Many high-ranking members believed in pampering the people instead of liberating them. Even now they were arguing for the merits of hierarchical education, labour organisation and military. Now, it was up to Erich to help the griffons to carry on with their own liberation and not succumb to the temptation of returning to a save hierarchy.
Comrade Erich spat on the ground where his father's chair used to be. "I am going to see this through all the way."
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"I will show you I can finish this."
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The Liberated Economy
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The transition from capitalist economy to a free one has not been easy. At first we tried to cooperate with the little bourgeoisie, but they were reluctant to give over their businesses, preferring to keep operating in the old ways. Technicians and managers were often scarce, so initially, managing factories with sophisticated machinery turned out to be difficult. Unions tried to replace the fled management but union leaders often gave contradictory instructions, causing confusion and delay. However, there was a lot of good will amongst those liberated, so the workers carried on, organising their own management of their workplaces and carrying on with the jobs they knew how to do.
The students of the universities were a great help. Without the constraints of competition and private ownership, they were free to implement scientific models of production to help compensate for those missing. Without bureaucracy, perhaps more wrong decisions are being made, but they are being made a lot faster and by the griffons who actually know about the issue at claw directly.
All in all, the transformation has been dramatic in speed and thoroughness. Some vestiges of the old system still remain, some griffons stubbornly clinging on to their money and employment, while the rest enjoys the newfound joy in enjoying the sweat of their brow. Local communities are helping each other out and it turns out that the social bonds between beings is strong enough to function without the hierarchy imposed by a capitalist mode of production. There are still abuses and disagreements, but largely the unshackling of the economy has been a success.
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We are the masters of our own fate.
 A Free Economy
Only a market free of regulations and taxes can truly be for the people.
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Family History
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Grover II sat on a makeshift throne in a manor near Greenback, his temporary seat of power. Night had fallen, but the emperor did not require sleep anymore. Energy always welled up inside of him, as if he had an unending reserve from centuries of sleep. Unfortunately for the Kaiser's subjects, they did not possess this determination and the historian Grover called on to explain the history of the continent to him was on the verge of falling over from exhaustion.
"I see. And that brings us to the present and Grover VI." The emperor concluded the long dialogue on the story of his offspring, his voice commanding an unnatural echo inspiring awe in those before him.
"Yes, your majesty, that is all about your direct children." The historian greedily answered, eager to get to bed and hoping his lord would not ask any questions about-
"Now tell me about Guto, my brother. All has changed, but I see Griffonstone is still on the map, that has to be quite the story." The emperor sat back, his light blue eye turning gentler at the mention of his dear sibling.
The historian swallowed, and with a trembling voice "Are you certain?"
"Of course I am certain, in fact... Scribe, dispatch a courier to Griffonstone at once and tell Guto to fetch me the Idol of Boreas!"
The scribe, who sat at the steps under Grover's seat, woke from his slumber and looked up with big eyes. "Y-your majesty, I can't."
Grover glared down at his servant, "You lost the ability to write? Send it in the morning then!"
The historian took the word, stumbling. "Y-your majesty, your brother's line... is extinct. And... Guto VI... he lost the Idol..."
The arcane energy around the emperor flickered for a second as his expression changed from surprise to disbelief to anger as his voice thundered through the windy manor. "Guto, my brother! His sons spent and his line ended? Boreas abandoned us?" His claw clenched into a fist and smashed down on his chair, a wicked laugh coming from his beak. "I return to this? A child and a corpse are the last hope of the empire?" The Kaiser of Griffonia sat down as calm and determination drove out the anger.
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"Well, I've won with worse odds."
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The Return of the Emperor?
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A peculiar letter has arrived today from a diamond dog student studying at Yale university speaking of strange occurrences across the nation. If the message is to be believed, it seems the savior of our entire race, the great Emperor Grover II has somehow returned to life and intends to liberate his heir from the clatches of those he calls corrupt. This griffon is the reason we have our home in Bronzehill as he accepted those who had to flee from slavery with open arms and granted us this fief. We are clearly indebted to him and must at once return to serve again!
But many among us question how this has occurred? There is a rumor that this is not truly the great emperor but instead a fraud who trembles on this great griffon's legacy. Who are we to believe?
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The event “Return of the Emperor” option “Grover II.” |
Long live our savior! Long live the Emperor!
AI logic:
This griff is a fraud! (Nothing) AI logic:
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Ancient Oaths
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Griffenheim has sent us communication, in the name of Grover II. The rumours of the old emperor who rose again in Yale have been growing recently and it seems the old Emperor managed to actually capture Griffenheim. Now he has summoned us to renew our oaths of loyalty to the Empire. The griffon intends to revoke most of our privileges, leaving our country but a mere imperial province. Will we flock to the imperial banner or face the standard of our ancestors being raised against us in war?
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Polish our fathers' swords, we will honour their oaths.
The Empire has no place in Feathisia.
Strawberry shall not be found wanting.
If it is war he wants.
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Our Privileges Revoked
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The emperor, Grover II, or at least a griffon pretending to be him, has taken control of Griffenheim. It is not exactly sure how this is possible, but it seems the Emperor, true to his reputation, is not content with only controlling parts of the Heartlands. It seems that he considers the events of the final years of the empire to be proof of us dishonouring our duty to Griffenheim. Therefore he is revoking the privileges we have enjoyed for time immemorial. Of course, we can simply ignore this imperial grandstanding but that might result in us having to fight this griffon and his army.
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The city will not be subjugated!
Always this to tyrants!
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The Past Knocks on Our Door
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It seems that something impossible has happened. Grover II, conquerer of the continent, has risen from the grave and from his base in Yale, he has conquered Griffenheim. The emperor is intent on restoring his empire, and that means he wants rule over our lands back. If we want to keep some of our autonomy we would have to fight for it. Perhaps there is no choice but to accept his demands.
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Let him come!
Of course, we'll graciously accept.
An unholy abomination!
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An Imperial Offer
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The Griffonian Empire has arisen once more and now the Imperial troops push northwards, determined to reclaim their ancient borders. Emperor Grover II has awoken again to subjugate all of the continent under his claw and it seems he has the same intention for Vedina. In a letter the undead emperor talks at length about his admiration for [VED.GetLeader]. All pointless flattery from the conqueror, and the Queen quickly read on to his inevitable requests. Indeed, Grover II reminded Sköldsvärd of treaties made in ages past which firmly bound Vedina to the Griffonian Empire.
Despite all legal experts claiming the contrary, he still considers these treaties valid and requests the full annexation of Vedina as compensation for our supposed treachery. However, the Emperor recognises that this might be a harsh punishment for Sköldsvärd so in his 'generosity' the Kaiser offers to instead renew the status of march for Vedina, in exchange for Oövervinnlighet, the god sword. As a symbol of Vedina, the ancient magical weapon is to be stored by the imperials, undoubtedly to humiliate us.
The Kingdom is in a tricky position, as the Reich is turning out to be one of the most powerful countries on the planet. Are we in a position to deny Grover II's demands?
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Oövervinnlighet belongs to Vedina!
AI logic:
A piece of metal is a small price to pay for autonomy.
AI logic:
Vedina will prosper under Imperial rule.
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The March of Vedina
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The Queen has accepted one of my proposals and has sent me the sword of her ancestors, Oövervinnlighet or the Godsword of Broturius, as it is known in the Herzland. This artefact is worth more than her small kingdom is. The young Queen's powers are impressive, sure. The way she fought her way to power in her realm is admirable, but she has made a crucial mistake. What energy sustains me, neither scientist, priest nor enchanter can exactly tell me, but it is certain that I am more powerful than a mere griffon. This weapon, might be one of the easiest ways to subdue me, in the claws of a skilled fighter. No griffon may threaten me, or the Empire will just fall into chaos again. So this slayer of monsters must be kept safe. It is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, perhaps Arcturus the Smith forged it himself? It is a worthy sidearm for an Emperor, isn't it?
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The event “An Imperial Offer” option “A piece of metal is a small price to pay for autonomy.” |
Enjoy your autonomy, Sköldsvärd.
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The Province of Vedina
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The Queen has, surprisingly, decided to give up her power and integrate Vedina into the Reich. You might expect me to be happy, but Sköldsvärd and her sword are now outside of my reach, protected by my own word. Vedina itself is but a small consolation for a Godsword like Oövervinnlighet. Now the north is all but secured. On paper, this was the easiest conquest, with the north lacking the industry that is so important in modern war. Vedina even succumbed without the loss of blood. Now, it is time to test the mettle of my army against our ancient enemies to secure the core lands of my empire. They will undoubtedly lack the foresight of Vedina's queen and will seek to fight me. No matter, they will not succeed.
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The event “An Imperial Offer” option “Vedina will prosper under Imperial rule.” |
One small step.
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Grover VI Murdered
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Terrible news spread throughout Yale. A most horrendous deed happened in Griffenheim. Emperor Grover VI was murdered by the military. In the marketplaces, conversation is hushed, no griffon meaning to be disrespectful by speaking up about it. In the halls of the universities the students made impromptu shrines of flowers and candles, and even amidst communist pamphlets in the halls of Cyrusval's social science faculty, sorrow clouded the air.
As night fell, a rushed council meeting was held in Yale. Every rector denounced the cruel murder of the Child-Emperor, but what should have united the academics, instead divided them. Erich Mühschabel, Cyrusval's rector, demanded that the Yale military leadership be relieved of command before they could come to a similar idea as the general in Griffenheim. The rector of Gamia warned Mikusian of how this death would absolutely divide the country and that measures had to be taken soon, while Middenheim's delegation recommended drastic increases in military spending if Yale was serious about any sort of retaliation for this horrid act.
Deep in the night, when all delegation were heard, the Rector Magnificus closed the council, promising them that they would reconvene soon. Something had to be done, but if Mikusian was not careful, the balance of Yale's council would be disrupted and radicals would be allowed to take charge.
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The event “Unforeseen Consequences” option “Quite suboptimal.” |
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The Emperor's Will
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[Root.GetGroverKnightProposalDesc]
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As you wish, Emperor.
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Grover II is a relic of the past.
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The Fate of Nimbusia
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I had travelled all the way to Nimbusia, the land of my ancient enemy. I visited the battlefield where I died. I couldn't read the memorial plaque the filthy pegasi had put up, but I made sure no being could ever read it again. A more appropriate monument will be constructed in due time. When I finally lay my eyes on the wretched city of Nimbusi, I could not hold back a smile. Centuries of pony history of their troublesome fighting force. I had seen many dreams where I personally lit the fires that would consume this pit of rodents, but for the sake of the Empire, I had to consider my own pleasures.
Of course I could raze Nimbusi to the ground, and loot in a sack of epic proportions. Then drag the filthy pegasi out of their homeland and forbid any mention of Nimbusia, leaving the land to the ponies they oppressed so they could practice their damned spear throwing. It was exactly what the Nimbusians deserved for their insolence. On the other claw, this would still be a warrior's death. I have to admit, Nimbusia has a sort of beauty to its land, which could serve the Empire in the most humiliating ways. The pegasi could perform their little martial arts tricks to tourists, while the beaches here could truly be a hit for the wealthiest griffons and ponies in the Empire. How humiliating is a story which ends in preforming for fat bankers and their families? Making money by degrading your own legacy.
Power is a truly beautiful thing.
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Burn Nimbusia to the ground and never have it be mentioned again!
That Temple would be a beautiful place for a hotel!
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Calm the People
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Herzland's resistance to our rule has become intolerable. In recent weeks, anti-establishment voices have risen to a fever pitch, leading to large-scale protests in Romau and Griffenheim. Seething resentment has boiled over into outright hostility and noncompliance. Something must be done, and quickly.
Fortunately, we have received overtures from Jules Michel Ravioli, the former Romauan leader. He has offered to leverage his considerable popularity and act as our figurehead. With such a familiar face representing the Rectorate, the current level of visceral hatred would rapidly melt away. Although some raise the objection that Mr. Ravioli would contribute little of ideological substance, none dispute that he would calm things down massively.
Georgina Fredrika Schüler, leader of the harmonist New Sparkle Movement, argues that the root of our problems lies deeper than public relations. She claims that a clear disregard for the well-being of common griffons is what prompted them to agitate. Her detailed reform program may not be the most inspiring solution, but it could be our best option to bolster the Rectorate long-term.
We face a difficult choice. Which griffon can best help us out of this crisis?
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Ravioli is the griffon we need, send him out immediately!
Schüler is right, we need substantive change to fix our issues.
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Back from the Brink
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Our first steps towards calming the inflamed population of Herzland have been successful. The riot leaders of Romau and Griffenheim have agreed to de-escalate their demonstrations after receiving our overtures. They haven't yet relaxed completely, but the people know we have heard their voices, and they know we are going to make changes in response. Although the task of following through remains, for the moment we can breathe a sigh of relief.
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It's a start, at least.
 Scared Newcomers
The people of Herzland are wary of us and are still uncertain about the future, with many local communities fearing the erasure of their culture. As long as this is the case, we will have to spend an inordinate amount of our resources maintaining order.
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The Road to Romau
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The Herald wishes to visit the Eternal City of Romau, so that he may see with his own eyes what life is currently like in the supposedly holy city. Is the Archonate of Eyr living true to Eyr's message? Do the griffons share in their wealth, or are Romau's temples empty shrines to opulence? The trip is not far, so let us commence planning on how to facilitate this visit.
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As Boreas commands.
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The Corrupted Heart
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The Herald has requested to visit Griffenheim: the ancient seat of the Empire, and home to the corrupt Archonate of Boreas. He is enraged that the powerful priests and nobles have for so long ignored the true word of Boreas and led their people to ruin. Walking the streets of this city may aid the Herald in fully understanding his holy mission. Imperial officials would obviously not be very receptive to his visit, so arranging transport there may be difficult, but it must be done.
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If that is what you wish, Herald.
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The Ancient Birthplace
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The Herald demands to see with his own eyes what has become of Griffonstone. That great city, once home to the Idol of Boreas, has become nothing more than a decayed husk, a shadow of its former glory. By visiting the city, the Herald hopes to make greater sense of the sickness that claimed Griffonstone. What was the cause? Was it lack of piety and devotion, or something else? We must arrange for his transport post-haste.
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It shall be done.
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The Herald's Visit
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A strange griffon was spotted wandering the streets of Romau this morning. This griffon matches the description of the self-proclaimed "Herald of Boreas" who recently emerged in Yale; at all times he was surrounded by an unnatural light and his eyes pulsed with energy! When reports along these lines first filtered out of Yale we assumed these traits must have been some sort of fabrication, but now our agents have seen him up-close and confirmed their existence.
As he toured the city, the Herald attracted swarms of followers, enraptured by his appearance and utterly convinced of his divinity. His tour of the city swiftly became more akin to a circus, with enthusiastic street preachers and food carts following in his wake. Ultimately, the Herald left Romau without making any effort to contact government officials, and so we are at a loss as to what the purpose of this visit was. Only time will tell what his intentions are.
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Could this really be the living flesh of Boreas? (Nothing) | |
The Herald's Visit
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A strange griffon was spotted wandering the streets of Griffenheim this morning. This griffon matches the description of the self-proclaimed "Herald of Boreas" who recently emerged in Yale; at all times he was surrounded by an unnatural light and his eyes pulsed with energy! When reports along these lines first filtered out of Yale we assumed these traits must have been some sort of fabrication, but now our agents have seen him up-close and confirmed their existence.
As he toured the city, the Herald attracted swarms of followers, enraptured by his appearance and utterly convinced of his divinity. His tour of the city swiftly became more akin to a circus, with enthusiastic street preachers and food carts following in his wake. Ultimately, the Herald left Griffenheim without making any effort to contact government officials, and so we are at a loss as to what the purpose of this visit was. Only time will tell what his intentions are.
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Could this really be the living flesh of Boreas? (Nothing) | |
The Herald's Visit
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A strange griffon was spotted wandering the streets of Griffonstone this morning. This griffon matches the description of the self-proclaimed "Herald of Boreas" who recently emerged in Yale; at all times he was surrounded by an unnatural light and his eyes pulsed with energy! When reports along these lines first filtered out of Yale we assumed these traits must have been some sort of fabrication, but now our agents have seen him up-close and confirmed their existence.
As he toured the city, the Herald attracted swarms of followers, enraptured by his appearance and utterly convinced of his divinity. His tour of the city swiftly became more akin to a circus, with enthusiastic street preachers and food carts following in his wake. Ultimately, the Herald left Griffonstone without making any effort to contact government officials, and so we are at a loss as to what the purpose of this visit was. Only time will tell what his intentions are.
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Could this really be the living flesh of Boreas? (Nothing) | |
The Word of Boreas
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In his infinite mercy, Boreas has blessed us by sending his Herald so that he may walk among us mortals. It is the ultimate honour that out of all the places he could have revealed himself, he selected Yale. We are his chosen! Truly, this is a blessing, but it also a responsibility. With the Herald as our leader, it is our duty to carry out the will of Boreas on this world.
All must hear the word of Boreas, for their own salvation. Our disciples will spread the teachings of the Herald across the land, so that all may hear his divine truth. With the very avatar of Boreas at our head, who could possibly reject our message?
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All shall know the glory of Boreas! (Nothing) | |
Elections!
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The first elections in the Heartlands will be forever remembered in the minds of all who participated. From the cities of Feathisia to the rural villages of Katerin, griffons dogs and other citizens of the Herzland flocked to the many election booths to choose the first representatives to the Bundestag. Turnout was high, with even some of the most elderly citizens turning up to vote. On the frontpage of every newspaper the following day was one griffon of such high age, he had to be carried into the polling station to deliver his vote. After casting the ballot, the griffon closed his eyes, and his heart stopped beating then and there.
Voting results from the far edges of the Heartlands are still coming in, but Georgina Fredrika Schüler, the lead candidate for the broad harmonic New Spark Party, seemingly managed to gain a plurality of the votes, as citizens rewarded her party for actually managing to force the organisation of elections in the first place. It seemed the National Republican Party, which held more Pan-Griffionian ambitions, got side-lined by the localist New Spark Party.
However, it was clear that Schüler would need to enter into a coalition with either the social democrats or the conservatives, although it is still unclear if both parties would manage to gain enough seats to help the harmonists to a majority on their own. The former has campaigned on a more left-wing social security program than the harmonists, while the conservatives have rallied in a bid to restore some semblance of monarchy. Whatever the case, the citizens of the Heartlands took the chance to decide their own fate and it would soon be up to the politicians to deliver on the wishes of the electorate.
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So our democratic experiment begins.
 Coalition Negotiations
The elections are over, but the differing parties have yet to form a coalition.
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A Choice of Coalition
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[YAL.GroverIsAlive]
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The event “Elections!” option “So our democratic experiment begins.” |
Option conditions
The Social-Democrats will be our partners.
The Kaiserpartei will help us stabilise the nation.
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The First Citizen of the Republic
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The Platz der Republik in Griffenheim was packed of griffons wanting to see the inauguration of their first president. Some were ecstatic, wearing banners with slogans in support of the new Herzland Republic. Some workers wore rose-pins on their chest to show their support for the Social Democratic Party while some more imperially minded griffons had sour faces. It was the first election for the fledgling republic, and the last attempt at democracy ended in more bloodshed. Now the New Sparkle had to win the hearts of its citizens and deliver on its promises.
Despite some of Griffenheim's Georgina Schüler stepped out to the balcony to roaring applause, followed by the social democratic leader and a priest to administer the oath of office. The priest repeated a pledge to the harmonic leader, words which she had written herself. A pledge to protect the constitution. To ensure prosperity and safety for all citizens. A pledge to defend the Republic with all her might. So help her Almighty Boreas.
With the formality done, the newly minted President turned to address the crowd. "Herzlanders, citizens, thank you for coming out today. The first election of our new Republic was a powerful moment, and I am honoured to serve as your first President. Those who believe in progress and peace rejoice, for we have a unique opportunity to come together and secure peace in our Heartlands! Some of you may believe in something else, and desire a different outcome, to you I promise that we will hear your voices as well, and try to work with the largest possible majority. Gods bless you and Gods bless Herzland, May we live together in Harmony!"
The speech elicited another applause, and this time the more conservative voters were also on board, cheering for the President. They weren't fully convinced, but the young griffon's speech at least made them give her a chance. After President Schüler, her vice-president, Gerben Kogchel, the social-democrat, also had his say. The Feathisian promised prosperity and security. He pledged to work tirelessly to rebuild the Herzland after the unification war and that soon no griffon would go hungry.
After the speeches, many parties were held across the Herzland to celebrate the inauguration. The Spark had at last ignited a flame.
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Long live the Republic!
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The Future of Herzland
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With the fall of Herzland's corrupt old order and our consolidation of former Imperial territory, it is time for us to look to the future. We stand at a crossroads, and we are faced with a choice as to how to proceed forward. Each option boasts a fiercely dedicated figurehead, but their goals seem utterly incompatible.
Rector Magnificus Mikusian has a vision for the first true technocracy. He sees a Herzland where the most knowledgeable griffons are empowered to lead society into a new age of peace and progress. Mikusian enjoys support from many influential griffons, including respected intellectuals and highly-educated aristocrats. However, commoners are far more skeptical of the Rector's plan.
On the other claw, Georgina Fredrika Schüler's pro-democracy New Sparkle Movement has been rapidly gathering steam, inspiring many with their pledge to bring Equestrian-style harmony to Griffonia. Democratic advocates across Herzland have been energised by Schüler's leadership, and she is also supported by a surprising number of conservatives, who see an opportunity to exert their influence in a new democratic arena.
The question before us remains: what principles should be at the foundation of Herzland?
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Harmony and democracy!
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Science and progress!
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The Rector's Vision
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Rector Magnificus Mikusian cleared his throat as he prepared to address the Recrorate's ruling council. The Rectorate had grown beyond his wildest dreams, and now encompassed all of Herzland. Mikusian's mind boggled at the possibilities of what could be done with all those griffons now standing united under the banner of rationality. What truths could be uncovered with all their efforts combined?
Unfortunately, not everygriffon was so enthusiastic about the future. Everywhere there seemed to be citizens who objected to the Rectorate's authority. In their eyes, the council was nothing more than an overly-rarified cognoscenti: a mad experiment born from the arrogance of Griffonia's intellectual class, and a monument to their hubris. But Mikusian knew it was possible. It had to be possible! It was his dream, just as it had been the dream of Borean Wiedergreiff.
"My friends," began Mikusian, "I come before you during a glorious occasion. The darkness of ignorance which once hung over Griffonia has finally been dispelled by our efforts!" The other council members applauded respectfully. "The formation of the Herzland Rectorate marks a great triumph for rationality, but our work has only just begun. We must gather the most skilled and knowledgeable from all across the land to aid us, so that we may best serve the citizens of Herzland. Once the people see the fruits of a scientific society, I know they will embrace us!" At his conclusion, heartier cheers rose up from the council.
Although he spoke with certainty, Mikusian had inner doubts. The council could rule fairly and wisely, but would they ever be accepted? He could bring prosperity to Herzland and make a new haven for knowledge, but would it be enough?
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The Bringers of Enlightenment
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Rector Magnificus Mikusian sat at the head of a large table, surrounded by a collection of Herzland's most respected intellectuals. They all ate and drank as they chatted amongst themselves, but Mikusian stayed silent. Above the assembled technocrats loomed an imposing portrait of Borean Wiedergreiff. Mikusian glanced at the portrait from time to time, fidgeting nervously.
The griffon seated next to him burst abruptly into laughter. Mikusian turned his head to see Eckhart Drasten jovially pounding the table. The Romauan economist saw that he had Mikusian's attention, and spoke. "Rector! Weigh in on this, Rector," he said with a crooked grin. "My poor, misguided friend here seems not to believe in the rule of law!" Drasten gestured dismissively toward the griffon at his other side. Mikusian recognised her as Fiona Schmitz, a respected lawyer from Griffing.
"What I actually said was that I do not believe in rule BY law," Schmitz interrupted, annoyed. "When the law is used to control the people, rather than free them." She leaned forward slightly, eyes focused on the Rector. She seemed very curious to hear his response.
"Miss Schmitz, I can tell you that I am absolutely committed to preserving liberty. It is my foremost priority to guarantee that every creature has the opportunity to develop their skills and reach their full potential." Mikusian was resolute and spoke with practiced authority. Schmitz seemed satisfied; the tension that had existed between the three griffons melted away.
"Well, I'll drink to that!" said Drasten. The three raised their glasses in unison. Mikusian smiled.
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A toast to greater understanding!
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Pax Scientiam
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It was a bright, cold morning on the Yale University campus as Rector Magnificus Mikusian hurried his way to a meeting with the faculty. His elevation to Herzland-wide authority had added a litany of new responsibilities onto his plate, and juggling them all successfully was no easy feat. As he walked briskly, he was so focused on mentally reviewing his plan for the day that he nearly ran into a student crossing his path.
As soon as the young griffon recognised him, his beak dropped and he gawked in stunned silence. "Rector Magnificus?" he asked tentatively. Mikusian nodded. "Oh, this is such an honour! I didn't know you still visited here!" Words tumbled out of the student's mouth at lightning speed. "In fact, my dissertation is about the application of scientific politics in the administration of the Herzland Rectorate!" The young griffon seemed incredibly nervous as he rushed through his introduction and held out a claw.
Mikusian shook his claw graciously. "Now that sounds interesting," he said with a smile. "After you're finished, do me a favour, would you? Send me a copy." The student nodded frantically. "We always have more to learn, even me," Mikusian said with a wink.
"I will, Rector. I promise," The young griffon said humbly. The two then parted ways. Mikusian resumed his walk with renewed vigour. He knew that someday his time to lead would be over, but he had a feeling that the students of Yale would be more than ready to carry on the legacy of their founder. He had no doubt that eventually, they would lead the people of Griffonia into a bright new day.
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Making Progress
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The people of Herzland have begun to notice the changes we have made since the demonstrations that rocked several major cities. Across the land, tempers have cooled and a repeat of the recent unrest seems more and more unlikely by the day. In addition to the positive effects of the measure we took, the simple passage of time is making the populace more accepting of the Rectorate. As the memories of their previous governments fades, they will naturally become more acclimated to the new order of things.
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Unaccustomed Newcomers
The new way of things will take some getting used to, and many across Herzland remain uncertain; but once they taste the fruits of our new society, they are sure to love it!
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Crisis Averted
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This morning we received fantastic news from the ground. The low-level unrest that persisted after the Herzland-wide protests and demonstrations has completely calmed down at last. Thanks to our efforts, the people have been reassured that we have their best interests at heart, and the crisis is over. The process of acclimation has been slow, but we have made definite progress and taken steps to ensure that misunderstandings such as this will not repeat in the future. We emerge from this ordeal stronger and more united than ever!
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Let us recognise Schüler for making this possible!
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Herzlanders of all stripes have fully embraced the new compassionate order. Neighbours join claws with neighbours and no griffon is left behind!
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Everything Because of Family
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"Brother!" Irene Mühschnabel quickly flew towards her target, hugging the small griffon from behind.
"Ah, Irene, you are here too." Erich Mühschnabel replied, less than enthusiastically.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss family day!" Irene released the hug, straightening her suit and tie while Erich turned to face her. "Congratulations on your promotion at university, little brother, I'm sure dad will be proud!" Erich squinted his eyes for a second, before sighing, to which Irene patted the griffon on the shoulder. "Rector of Cyrusval is no mean feat, Erich! You are one of the most important griffons in Yale, come on, let's go!" She took Erich by the claw, walking further into the Mühschnabel mansion. There was already much chatter coming from the salon, and when they entered, about two dozen Mühschnabels greeted them.
Not least of those was Theodore Mühschnabel, father to Erich and Irene. He was large in stature, and strutted towards his children with the air of authority only a true capitalist could have. His eyes gleamed with joy as he turned towards Irene first. "Irene, my treasure, welcome home dear! How is the company?"
Irene explained, in her usual enthusiasm, how the family business was doing. It took a few minutes before Theodore even recognised his son. Theodore's eyes screamed disapproval at Erich. "Erich, you visit your father for once. That red den you work at is only a stone's throw away you know?"
"Yes father." Erich didn't focus on his father's eyes anymore, softly banding his claw into a fist. In his mind, the mansion started burning. His father would be on the ground begging him for mercy for all the times he mistreated him! Red banners would flutter from the mansion as all those who were ever exploited by the Mühschnabel capitalists would repay that abuse in kind with a righteous revolution!
"Erich, are you alright?" The voice of his sister, who always had gotten everything she wanted, snapped the Rector of Cyrusval back to reality. She looked genuinely worried, trying to grasp what was going on in her brother's mind.
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"I am great. Never felt better, really."
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The New Sparkle
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Yale University had many amenities for its students, one of which was a small indoors theatre. While it was usually used for a music or theatre club, today it was filled with students of all sort, for a special event. The murmurs in the room stopped when a male griffon walked onto the stage and tapped a microphone. "Ladies and gentlegriffs, we are here today to discuss the future of our most beloved country. It doesn't take a genius to feel that the academic system of government is not satisfying anymore. This begs the question, how do we govern ourselves? To give you one possible answer, please welcome our own Georgina Schüler, president of the New Sparkle Movement!"
There was a large applause as a griffon with very light purple feathers climbs the stage and takes the microphone from the announcer. She gives the crowd a soft smile as the applause dies down. "Greetings everyone, thank you for attending." Georgina's voice was soft, but still the crowd was silenced the moment she opened her beak. "There is only one way forward from the stagnation we find ourselves in and that is to go forward together. Forty years ago, griffons demanded influence in how they are ruled and since then, Griffonia has not been the same. Everywhere, tyrants still cling to power with an iron claw, even here in Yale the fire of democracy seems all but doused in the fires of so called enlightened technocracy..." The griffon's voice was now loudly echoing through the theatre, her eyes glistening and every word full of passionate fire.
"... But as long as there is a freethinking griffon left on Boreas's continent, there is still fuel for freedom's fire. And I intend, together with you, to be a new spark for democracy." Georgina's voice calmed down a little. "But not with violence, but by keeping within the law. We will debate, protest and talk to everygriffon who will listen, until we can choose our own destiny!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, and the New Sparkle Movement gained many new members that day.
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On Science
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Rector Magnificus Mikusian was lecturing at Yale University. It was late in the afternoon and the lecture was almost over. "So, there are two kinds of validity which can be used to measure the worth of any piece of research, internal and external validity. The better you can rule out alternative explanations for your findings, the higher your internal validity, while a higher external validity means you can generalise your findings." There was an audible sigh from one of the students. Only a couple were still taking notes. They were tired, after all, a brain could only take in information for so long during a day and these young griffons had been in the lecture halls since the early morning.
Mikusian tapped his desk with a claw. "Alright, let us do something different then." The end of the professor's explanation got some drowsy heads raised. The Rector sat down on top his desk, giving the students a smile. "What is the most important trait a scientist should possess? There are no wrong answers here!"
A griffon hesitantly raised her claw and Mikusian pointed at her. "A scientist should be unbiased, looking at every problem without prejudice."
"Oh yes it is very important that you try to limit the influence of your own opinion and be objective. But, we are not gods. Every scientist is influenced by their own perspective. Acknowledge this and be open about what drives you, not just in science, but life in general." A few more claws were raised now, it seemed that Mikusian managed to connect with the students.
"They have to be humble and take criticism." Another student proclaimed, smug about his answer.
"Of course," Mikusian replied, "you must be able to admit your mistakes, but you must also know when to stick to your theory, even if no other scientist supports it. Some of the greatest scientists were laughed at when they first proposed their ground-breaking visions and now they're in your textbooks. One more!"
"A scientist must be apolitical and not like those reds in Cyrusval!" The hall erupted into laughter, which faded away when Mikusian raised a claw.
"This comes back to what I said earlier. Seeing the world from just one perspective and attributing the root cause of all evil to one phenomenon might be reductionist, but science is not apolitical. It cannot be, as it is involved with the most important advancements in how our society functions. How you will use your knowledge and intellect might determine the wellbeing of millions. Be mindful of your responsibility and have a great evening!" The Rector raised his claw again, indicating the class was dismissed.
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A Battered Rock
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"And that faith is a rock standing tall in the sea, whether in the calm embrace of summer or the raging tempest of winter, it will never waver, as it is anchored to the earth. For beneath the waves, there is more than meets the eye."
Tristan thanked all the griffons for attending and blessed their day in the name of the gods, marking the end of today's service. The templegoers stood up from their benches and slowly made their way to the exit as the priest himself relaxed his posture, hanging his shoulders as he watched the few faithful leave his temple. The young grey-feathered priest looked up at the stained glass window above the exit, breaking down the afternoon sun into an array of playful colours.
Cyrusval's temple to the Trinity did not show any signs of the slow decay happening around its walls. The red rot of socialism had taken root, spreading its venom house by house through the streets of this once noble city. And while Cyrusval was the epicentre, it was not the only community straying from the Trinity. Ever since Tristan came here from Prälatsheim he felt it in the air, and in the eyes of the griffons he met on the street. This country had no soul, or if it had one, it was clouded in shadow. As the months passed by, fewer and fewer griffons visited the temple, except for the elderly coming in out of habit more than piety.
Tristan turned his eyes towards the heavens, a familiar fresco making him turn a slight smile. Yale was not yet completely lost. The priest quickly prayed a prayer to the prelate in Bruma, whose temple was filled to the brim with students and commoners both. He was not a griffon of compromise, Prelate Michael, as to be expected of an Arcturian priest. In his writings to the priesthood, the prelate often advocated for rooting out the red threat by banning Cyrusval University. In Yale's current climate of misguided academic faithlessness, such calls have never been answered by the Rectorate's rulers, but many others did listen devotedly.
Maybe there was hope yet... The priest cringed at his own thoughts. Faith is a rock, and this long winter it would weather too.
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The Archon's Ascension
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Now that we are in full control of Griffenheim, having restored the Gods' favour to the Empire, it is time for the ascension of Arcturius' chosen! Prelate Michael has done well guiding us up to this point, but the time has come for Archon Proteus to assume leadership. The warrior-priest is exactly the griffon we need to take the reins of the Empire while we set about regaining its lost glory.
He has a tough task ahead of him, as many throughout Herzland have abandoned the Gods during this period of hardship and will refuse the embrace the light unless forced to. It will take resolve to face down these wayward souls, but Proteus was never one to shy away from a challenge. As our divinely blessed leader he shall also be a moral exemplar, so that we may restore the virtues that too many modern griffons have forgotten. We know Proteus is capable of this, and there is no doubt that he will shepard the Empire into a new age of honour and prosperity.
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Praise Arcturius!
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The Swords of the Faithful
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On a bright day in Griffenheim, thousands of soldiers from the Imperial Army gathered to hear an address from Archon Proteus. Many Arcturian priests were scattered throughout the mass of griffons, serving as either warpriests or military advisors. The Archon stood ready to address them in front of a towering Arcturan temple which was one of the oldest structures in the entire city. After taking a brief moment to survey the crowd, Proteus cleared his throat.
"It is with much pride that I come before you today. I have been fortunate enough to witness a transformation of this great land, from a collection of squabbling fiefdoms into a strong and virtuous Empire. By heeding the word of the Gods, we have put ourselves on a holy path of redemption." Proteus spread his arms wide, smiling up to the sky as cheers filled the air. "But we must not be satisfied with what we have accomplished thus far." Proteus frowned, holding up a claw. The soldiers went completely silent, captivated by the Archon.
"Although we now honour the Gods, there are far too many griffons who mock them and reject their guidance. There are far too many griffons who live in darkness, and who have yet to be shown the true way." Proteus' tone steadily grew louder and more intense. "I tell you it is our sacred duty to save them all!" Proteus' claw clenched into a fist. "The righteous sword of Arcturius will cut down all the impious armies of Griffonia, until we all are united under the banner of the Gods!" At this proclamation, the soldiers erupted into thunderous applause.
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A Holy Coronation
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The mood in Griffonstone was ecstatic as griffons lined the streets eager to witness the long-awaited coronation of the young Grover VI. Grover's procession progressed slowly through the city, and morning turned to afternoon by the time they reached the Grand Temple of Boreas. The soon-to-be Emperor climbed the temple steps to deafening cheers while Archon Proteus stood awaiting him at the top.
When Grover came beak to beak with Proteus, the old Archon smiled warmly, pride swelling in his eyes. The griffon who had done so much to salvage the Empire and restore the favour of the Gods was finally passing on the torch. Grover bowed deeply, and Proteus lowered the crown onto his head. When Grover's head rose, the ceremony was complete.
After calling for quiet, the new Emperor said a few words to the enraptured crowd. "It is a great honour to wear this crown. I look forward to humbly serving both the Empire's citizens and the Gods, whom I pray will continue to bring prosperity to the Empire. We must always honour the Gods, for it is by their grace that our glorious triumphs are made possible."
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Yale Exposition
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The engines of science and discovery move quickly in Yale, allowing our citizens access to a better understanding of the world and ever more amazing inventions. However, our advancements have garnered little recognition outside of our borders.
To address this, the Rectorate has asked that we finance a Yale Exposition which would allow the universities, scientists, and firms of our great nation to come together and promote their work. While the project would not be cheap, if approved, it'd do wonders in promoting our image.
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We must do everything in our power to promote Yale.
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Yale Exposition
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Today marks day one of the Yale Exposition, bringing together our brightest minds and the outside world's richest investors, along with thousands of interested griffons and ponies from across the continent.
Outside the city proper, a large tract of fallow farmland has been converted into a grand exhibition ground with exhibits sponsored by our nation's leading universities and fastest growing firms.
A few highlights of today's events include:
Greengate University promoting a whole variety of consumer products that will make the life of future griffons easier, including a cooking device which uses microwaves to rapidly heat meat. This technology would allow for meal to be cooked in a matter of minutes.
A zoology expo sponsored by Gamia, which showed all manner of exotic life from all across the Griffonian continent and beyond.
And finally, there was the work of Greenback's Academy of Medicine which showed off their cutting-edge pharmacology work and how it is helping to bring forth the magical potential of the griffon population.
While today was exciting, the next two weeks of events promise our guests a whole slew of fascinating discovers and investment opportunities.
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The Tapfer C.12
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Today, Greenback Air has announced a partnership with Greengate University, looking to redesign the Tapfer M.15 bomber for civilian purposes. This new design would covert the cargo hold into a cabin, to support up to 60 passengers, allowing for air travel at never before seen speeds.
Along with increases in speed, this new aircraft would make it feasible to supply the burgeoning Trans-Celestial Sea market, allowing us to service direct flights to Baltimare, Fillydelphia, Manehattan, and Wetter.
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Griffon Blood Transfusions
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Raven Drew, a leading surgeon and professor at Greenback Medical Academy, announced today that he made a breakthrough in the field of griffon medicine. According to his latest study, he finally managed to crack the code of the various griffon blood types, allowing for blood transfusions to be made safely and reliably without risking the life of the recipient.
While equine doctors have been privy to this knowledge for close to twenty-years, this breakthrough is a massive step in bridging the knowledge and technical gaps in health care provision between griffon and equinekind.
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Clawnes-Hawk Debate
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Leading economists at Middleheim, Lord Meynard Clawnes and August von Hawk have been known rivals in terms of economic philosophy. While this rivalry has bubbled within mostly private sphere, the two agreed to a public debate to be held on campus.
Attendance at the event was exceptional, with the lecture hall left with standing room only.
Clawnes opened with a volley describing the importance of state intervention in economic affairs, pointing to the success of the Equestrian economy in regulating prices and ensuring the steady and continual flow of resources and capital within the economy.
Hawk retorted by pointing out that Equestria's economy is an exception and that the loosening of regulations and easing of government oversight has proven more effective in the Griffonian continent, pointing to the success of nations such Skyfall and Flowena.
The debate raged for close to ninety minutes with neither academic seeming to gain an edge over the other.
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The Ebonclaw Papers
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Josephine Ebonclaw is a lesser known professor at Middleheim, falling under the Hawk school of economic philosophy.
Recently, she published a pair of essays which take aim at both communist and supremacist economic policy, creating a scathing critique of command and control economics.
In her first, she describes the failure of left-wing ideologies to provide for the citizenry in terms of not only consumer products but also in the allocation of even basic necessities, pointing to the failure of the Stalliongrad regime and likeminded socialist enterprises.
In the second, she describes ultranationalist regimes as little more than glorified bandits who run their economies off of plunder and the spoils of war, claiming that once the 'enterprise of conquest' is no longer available they will collapse upon themselves with their rampant and unsustainable military spending.
While these papers have made her the target of critics at Bruma and Cyrusval, they have been received well by her colleagues in Middleheim.
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Fallout: Griffonia
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Karoline Kathrine, a relatively unknown engineer from Middleheim, recently published a novel which explores the possible implications of atomic warfare upon the future of Griffonian and our world as a whole.
Her novel follows a griffon by the name, Lilith Piptrova as she leaves the safety of her vault and explores a post nuclear war Griffenheim, overcoming the horrors of a society gone feral, various creatures that have been mutated into horrifying parodies of their current selves, and an imperial administration perverted by a philosophy of racial purity.
Along the way she is joined by a rugged gungriff by the name of Karl Deadshot and fellow vault dweller and singer Valentine, who come together to try and survive this post-nuclear wasteland.
While the book has garnered many critiques from across the empire, a cult following has latched onto it, holding it up as a beacon of quality in the infant science fiction genre.
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The Transition
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For close to twenty years, Cyrusval University's faculty of sociology has worked in tandem with Greenback Medical Academy's department of psychiatry, exploring the field of gender dysphoria. In theory, a small segment of the population has this condition which creates a state where the person's perceived gender does not align with their physical characteristics.
While research into this field has been met by much criticism from the Prelate and even members of both universities' faculty, who claim it to be a field of pseudoscience. Still, the researchers attached to the project have pressed on, developing many medical and therapeutic techniques to help address the issue.
The cumulation of their research has resulted in the theorizing of a surgery which can use the material of a male griffon's genitals to a fateful replication of the feminine version. Today marks the first successful surgery using this technique, pioneered by Georges Beakruo, which successfully changed the genitals of Lile Eaglefeather.
This move has been met by much condemnation, but the researchers, doctors, and attached staff have all vowed to continue this field of research.
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Hints of Madness
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The Union office in Greenback was a mess. There had been fighting inside the building during the Revolution, as some overeager policegriffons attempted to raid the building once they caught wind of what was about to happen. The bodies had been removed, but there was still lots of cleaning to be done before the Union Headquarters would be fully operational again. The sorry state of his office did not stop Karl Legreif from working, however. Many griffons were now looking to him for guidance, still not quite used to the idea that they were in charge of their own affairs in this new system.
Incessant knocking on his office door caught Karl's attention. He raised his gruffy voice, "Come in." A young griffoness, barely an adult by the looks of it, had a look on her face as if she had just seen Maar himself, the god of death. Karl gestured her to come closer, "Good afternoon, comrade. How can I help?" He said, his voice turning warm. "Sit down and tell me what is on your mind."
The griffon did just that and soon had gathered the courage to speak. "I travelled all the way here from Cyrusval, mister Legreif... My dad said you could be trusted!"
"I will do my best, comrade?"
"Oh, I am Iris. I work... Worked, as a maid for the Mühschnabel family." She took a deep breath. "So after the revolution, I went to check up on the estate, to see if anygriff or anything was still left there. But the whole place was burned down. There was one griffon there though." She looked down a bit, shaking as she said it. "It was Erich, Theodore Mühschnabel's son and the rector."
Karl reached out and held the claw of the maid. "It is a tragedy, both you and him must have lost those who you were close to. He made a great sacrifice for us-"
Iris interrupted, her voice flaring up. "No! He wasn't mourning mister Legreif, he was cackling like a maniac. He was talking to himself about revenge and how he would show old Theodore. How he would outdo his sister. He seemed to switch back and forth between that and calling you and the unions traitors."
Karl took a deep breath, still holding the girl's claw, staring at her deeply. He could sense that everything she said was true.
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"You did well in coming here."
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The Rector's Past
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It didn't take long for Karl to track down several griffons who could help him understand what had been going on with his supposed ally in revolution. Erich Mühscnabel had everything, the brains, the wealth and the education to make it. But he also had a sister, who was slightly better at everything she did. Iris and other griffons who worked for the family all sketched a similar story of the Rector's upbringing. He was humiliated by his father, who didn't see Erich as good enough for his obscenely high standards. Had he been born in any other family, Erich would have been considered a bright star, but for Theodore Mühschnabel, his son merely reached second place.
A retired policegriffon recalled Erich being caught trying to set fire to a police station and a gardener confirmed that the older he became, the more Erich seemed to speak to himself. The problem only compounded when he entered university and the emotions he felt were channelled into ideology. It rationalised his fears and anger and gave him a power fantasy. One of his students remarked that Erich once shocked the lecture hall by ranting about how he would enjoy watching the fires of justice burn the capitalists.
Hardest to track down were the ones who did the deed. Karl finally got one of the personal students of Mühschnabel in his office. They were first year students. The conversation was intense and taxed both Karl and the young one. He described how the Rector had given them guns and firebombs and led them to his Estate. It did not take much effort to force the gates. The scenes which happened inside were cruel to the utmost and once he got going, the student described them in heart wrenching detail. The entire Mühschnabel family was hiding inside, from elderly to child and were submitted to Erich's power fantasy the entire, before he burned his Estate. The Rector had the students swear to never share the story.
The Evidence was clear. Erich had a tragic past, but his action proved that he could not be trusted to lead in any capacity. Something had to be done.
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Boreas have mercy on their souls.
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Preparations Complete
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All the pieces have been set. Karl Legreif and his Union allies have been hard at work, not only helping the Communes but also undermining the reputation and authority of the Communes' most popular figure, Erich Mühschnabel. Every griffon who they told the truth was carefully selected as to not blow the lid before it was too late. However, the external threats to the revolution had to take precedence for now. Once the revolution had secured itself, it would be time to get rid of its mad leader.
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He will pay.
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[YAL.GroverIsAlive102]
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[YAL.GroverIsAlive102Response]
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Grover VI of Griffonstone
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The Last Emperor
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With the capture of the Imperial City, many lives were lost, but one life has been saved so far. Grover VI, the child who some claim ought to rule all Griffonia, was found by our comrades in his palace. After we dispatched of his lapdogs, we took the child and sent him back to Yale. The palace acts as a hospital for now to treat the many wounded from the battle for Griffenheim. However, with the Emperor in our custody we are faced with a unbearably painful choice: Do we snuff out monarchism once and for all, or not?
Grover is just a child. He did not commit any of the atrocities committed in his name and he is not responsible for choosing his parents. By all accounts he is a bright young griff, who does not at all have to turn into an oppressive monster. We cannot hold him responsible for any of the actions he did, so it would be most reasonable to just let him go. Have him be raised by normal griffons in a normal town where he will just be a normal comrade like everygriffon else.
However, symbols are powerful. A living symbol even more so. If somegriffon were to find out that the Emperor is still alive, they might, in pursuit of some romanticised past, launch a rebellion. Statistically speaking, there is a chance that one life could save many. It is impossible to predict just how much of his imperial legacy is stuck with Grover currently. If he is anything like his ancestors he will be gifted and bright and could work against the revolution as an adult. We cannot be sure unless we take action now.
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Grover lives. I will not condemn an innocent child.
AI logic:
He must be eliminated, for all our sakes. Boreas have mercy.
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The Moment of Truth
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The old theatre of Griffenheim was filled to the brink with people from all across the Herzland. Delegates from all the communes across the Herzland, workers, students and former soldiers were present to discuss and vote on the matters of the future. Present was the entire Outward Coordination Council too, as well as Rector Erich and Karl Legreif. The former was basking in the glory of his victory, getting cheap rounds of applause from his speeches. The latter had not spoken for the entire event, preferring to watch as the Rector grew ever more into his role. He had most of the crowd hanging from his beak and the way he could present the difficult theories of anarchism clearly was certainly appealing. It was easy to forget what kind of griffon he was dealing with.
However, it was not quite enough for Karl Legreif. The small Rector in front of him was a sadistic troubled monster and he could snap at any moment. That was the truth Mühschnabel was hiding so masterfully in his lecture to the Congress. But Karl had come prepared. He had loyal armed comrades lying in wait outside and inside the theatre, he had secured positions within the senior leadership. And most importantly of all, he had the evidence, written declarations and documents, of Erich's many cruel acts. The trap was set, but would he spring it?
Listening to Erich speak was so easy, his words were so convenient. When he spoke of his ideology, he carried the audience away and painted a picture in their minds. Karl himself had no aspirations of leadership, he simply wanted what was best and the longer he listened, the more he wanted to keep the illusion alive. The more he wanted to follow. The burden of his decision started to weigh on him more and more. He froze in place, and it was if time grinded to a halt around him. It would be so simple to just let the moment pass. To keep up the façade...
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"NO! You are a monster, Erich!"
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Stay silent and let Erich Mühschnabel be.
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Father of the Revolution
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The old theatre in Griffenheim, which was the meeting point for the delegates for the first congress, had completed its deliberations. Working in smaller groups and voting on proposals which would be brought before the entire plenum, the delegates of the proletariat voted on the affairs which concerned all the communes, like defence and justice for their conquered opponents. Overall, the spirit of libertarian socialism was strong and there was much optimism for the future.
The congress was overwhelmed by the presence of one griffon, Erich Mühschnabel. Every time they would bicker amongst themselves, the Cyrusval Rector intervened. His speeches were inspiring and helped every delegate understand their place in the world. On the final day, he proposed to the plenum to have the liberation of Griffonia as their new goal. After his speech had already swept up the delegates, the congress voted overwhelmingly to pass the warlike resolution without further deliberation. Now, there was only one motion left by a delegate from the city of Yale.
The male griffon, a former shopkeeper it turned out, began his defence of the motion. He recalled that it was Rector Mühschnabel who managed to finally put Cyrusval University firmly on the path to revolution. That it was the Rector who prepared the soldiers, the students and the workers for the uprising. And that later it was Erich who organised the defences against the rest of the imperialist rulers of the Heartlands. Then he complimented the Rector on his shining example today, where he managed to steer and lead discussions into the right tracks and imbued the congress with the spirit of revolution. There were shouts of agreement from the theatre benches as the griffon finished his argument. "And to recognise his efforts and in due consideration, this congress will give Erich Mühschnabel the title of Father of the Revolution."
There was no need for a formal vote, as the yells and cheers of support from the overwhelming majority of delegates made it clear the motion was going to pass, although it was unclear what exactly this meant, or whether this was even something the congress could decide. Even an anarchist society needs its figureheads, it would seem.
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This doesn't seem to be in accordance with our principles.
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The Congress of War
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The once decadent theatre at Griffenheim was again packed with the once oppressed working class, who were chattering amongst themselves, waiting for the most important part of the night, the speech by Erich Mühschnabel. When the Rector finally entered, he was welcomed with thundering applause, which subsided once he asked for silence. The griffon adjusted his glasses, and smirked confidently towards the audience.
"Dear delegates of the Congress, comrades, I am here today to speak on behalf of a proposal. In it, I recommend an aggressive course of actions for our Communes, where we strike the statists in unison before they can attack us. We cannot be truly free while slavery persists on Griffonia. We cannot sit idly by while oppressive regimes throw thousands to their deaths in pointless wars while they profit in their ivory towers!"
The Rector's voice trailed off and for a moment he seemed to be dreaming. Erich saw a battlefield, trenches on a landscape scarred by wars. Bodies. Suffering. Shell impacts. Tanks. Aircraft. A single gunshot rang in his ears and he was transported back to the theatre, where all was still silent. Erich hoped it was only a couple of seconds this time as he spoke again, a bit more softly than before.
"So, I propose we do something about those statist imperialists beyond our borders. Those misguided republicans and fat monarchs! We will liberate the old city of Griffonstone, the slums of Aquila and the villas of Karthin! In every heart we will ignite the fires of revolution. We go to war, but we fight for the liberation of all Griffonia! We must go to war, comrades. Therefore I commend this motion to the Plenum!"
There was loud applause, it seemed that the delegates had gotten swept up again, standing or jumping up and raising their fists up int the air. The Communes would go to war.
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To Victory! (Nothing) | |
Our Comrades from Griffenheim
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When we first heard of the revolution in Yale, Skynavians from both sides of the congress expressed support but feared the revolution would soon be crushed by the capitalists in the Herzland. We should not have been so dismissive of the people! The Communes in Yale have flourished economically and militarily and true freedom has been achieved for many of the griffons, dogs and ponies in their lands.
Now that we are connected, Erich Mühschnabel has written to us, pleading for us to join the revolution. What should we respond?
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We will join the revolution!
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We would prefer our autonomy.
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The End of the Idol
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Trucks arrived at the edge of the abyss in Griffonstone in the dead of night, when everygriffon was asleep. Filled with the best engineers Yale had to offer, the new arrivals started to unload their cargo in earnest. The engineers were silent and in the headlights of their trucks, none of them could be seen smiling.
Once the cargo was unloaded, the engineers attached sturdy anchors to the edge of the cliff spaced apart, and drew lots to choose who would descend. Those unlucky enough to be chosen spent the next few hours repelling down and climbing up the cliffside with the cargo, using the measurements from the teams above to place the devices in precisely the correct place for maximum effect.
It was almost dawn when the preparations were complete. The engineers had considered the impact of their actions, but warning those likely to be affected by what was about to happen would create unacceptable delays. The engineers set their timers, ensuring the mechanical elements were all placed correctly. One of them muttered a prayer and was glared at by the others. Then the engineers flew away. That day the sunrise would be accompanied by a thunderous noise and many griffons would never be seen again.
The cause of the explosion was completely unclear, with rumours ranging from statist terrorists to an act of Boreas himself. Whatever the case, the Idol of Boreas would never be found again.
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Necessary.
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One Night Longer
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It was night and Erich's bedroom was unusually warm, up to the point where he was sweating in his bed. He was staring at the ceiling, alone with his thoughts, for all his scheming and power never got him anyone he could trust. No griffon he could confide his visions to. They had appeared more often since the one in the theatre, flashes of the reality he had created, a mixture of memory and his imagination blending together to torture his mind. His family home, the smell of burnt wood, of smouldering ashes. Revenge.
Erich stood up, walking to his desk without him consciously commanding his body. He didn't feel like sleeping anyway. He stared towards the wall in front of his desk. But, instead of the wallpaper someone was staring back. Erich's sister. "Irene..." Erich mumbled, half asleep, weak and sweaty.
Irene stared back, being joined by the rest of his family to either side, his nephews and nieces, his grandparents, missing only his father. The Rector quickly turned around to escape the stare of his sister, only to find his father waiting for him, his broad stature blocking the way.
"No... no! I got rid of you. Why are you here?!" Erich screamed, shaking anxiously. He reached back towards his desk, opening the drawer and reaching for his gun.
"Now, now, Erich, you know what you did. Shooting me won't change that." Theodore Mühschnabel said in his usual, condescending tone. Erich panicked further, aiming the gun at his father, his aim unsteady.
"Stop, I am so close dad. So close!"
"You? Betrayed their trust, accomplished nothing." Theodore's laughter echoed through the room, turning into screeches. Erich faltered and collapsed to the ground, crying. He was surrounded by faceless shadows of griffons. Those he had condemned to an early death. Their whispers were so loud as to rupture his ears, even though he could not understand a word.
"Make it stop! Please, make it stop!" Erich whined, grasping his gun closer.
An ear-deafening gunshot brought him back to reality. The room was silent and Erich was alone. Silence at last, everything would be well now. Erich clutched his head. A splitting headache started to drown out all the bad thoughts. The griffon closed his eyes.
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The Legacy of Erich Mühschnabel
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Yale's courthouse was packed, as the jury for this grand trial consisted of a thousand delegates from all over Griffonia. On trial were the Black Council and the Red Claw Chamber, the two organisations supervised by the late Rector. His death had sent shockwaves through the Communes, the father of the revolution passing away so soon. Karl Legreif took up his unofficial role in leading the two security organisations, and quickly discovered that both were filled with Gamia scientists and ruthless soldiers for who ethics played no role.
With the trial, the legacy of Erich Mühschnabel was determined. In hindsight, his methods were cruel and some of his actions were morally unjustified. But in hindsight, he did lead a righteous revolution which had left most of Griffonia better off. The defence lawyer had the jury reflect, that sometimes evil griffons were necessary to accomplish good things. No griffon else could have swept up the populace to dare and take a risk like the revolution. No griffon else would take their ambitions further. He did take horrible measures to win, partly because the cost of losing would be so great. Karl had to admit that he would never have followed through with the liberation of so many griffons. If they looked back on this event in the future, what would the historians weigh heavier? For the next generation raised in freedom, lifted out of poverty? They would surely condemn the insanity, the acts of personal cruelty. There might be others who would praise his courage.
The prosecution spoke as well, highlighting the cruel acts the father of the revolution had committed and which others committed under his protection. Unforgivable. The sadistic weapon devices devised by the red claw, the questionable recruitment methods of the Black Council.
In the end, the jury judged the Black Council guilty, as well as Mühschnabel, posthumously. The fact that he got a fair trial at all made Karl optimistic for the future. It seemed that by chance or design, Mühschnabel used the rotten means at his disposal only at the edges of society, leaving the core of socialism intact. The communes can go on.
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The future is bright, at the least. (Nothing) | |
Trooping the Colour
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The flags fluttered in the wind. Flags from all over the Empire; Yale, Bronzehill, Strawberry. Even the errant vassals of Wingbardy and Aquileia could be seen, a bold statement for an Empire that was in decline so recently. And there were legions upon legions, line after line of soldiers and knights arrayed before the Imperial Palace. It was as if I was looking into my past.
"ARCTURIUS ERHALTE DER KAISER!" they cried out again and again, their voices echoing through the winding streets of the capital. These griffons had lacked true leadership, they lacked a cause.
I walked among the soldiers with the honour guard, carefully studying the regiments one by one, inspecting their standards. They were original trophies from my father's conquests wherever we could find them. So much has changed and yet so much has stayed the same. The methods change, but the spirit remains. These soldiers still have the same spark in their eyes that they used to have, how many of their ancestors did I fight with? The griffons will have ample time to prove themselves.
Then rumbling from overhead. It wasn't thunder, but the imperial airforce showing their newfound strength. After that I inspected the panzers, machines sure to change the nature of war. Their shadows loomed large over the Kaiserplatz, a square which had seen countless of these ceremonies.
Finally I rose to the balcony, using my newfound power to be audible for all. "The Empire has been reborn. No longer are we seen as the Sick Bird of Griffonia, but rather a mighty phoenix, risen from the ashes towards a great new era. We are the heirs of Boreas, we are the children of Arcturius and Eyr's chosen. Griffonia is our birth right. The enemy will bend, or they will break!" Outside, my voice is amplified by loudspeakers. Thousands of griffons raise their rifles. Dozens of standards are held high. Oaths are taken. So it was, and so it is again.
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We will be victorious.
 The Spirit of our Forebears
Once, the Reichsarmee was the envy of the known world. The most powerful military ever assembled, led by an Emperor chosen by Boreas himself. An army of heroes. The swords of old still exist. The same blood of the conquerors flow through our veins. Let us bear the standards of our ancestors' conquests into battle and let us sing their songs. The world will tremble, for the Imperial Army has risen anew.
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The Herzland offers Annexation
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The radical socialists from Yale have swept through the Herzland, establishing a collective of socialist communes in its wake. Now, they seek to envelop us too, fearing that divided, the capitalists might take advantage of either of us. From the tone of the letter sent by the Trade Unions of the Herzland, the annexation offer is not considered optional.
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We must band together.
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We will fight for our freedom!
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The Herzland offers Annexation
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The radical socialists from Yale have swept through the Herzland, establishing a collective of socialist communes in its wake. Now, they seek to envelop us too, fearing that divided, the capitalists might take advantage of either of us. From the tone of the letter sent by the Trade Unions of the Herzland, the annexation offer is not considered optional.
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We must band together.
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We will fight for our freedom!
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The Herzland offers Protection
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It seems that the griffons in the Heartlands have had enough of oppression. It is good that they have learned, but they seek to now bring their knowledge to us. We have observed their race-relations and indeed they made great progress in integrating ponies and dogs into their version of socialism. But the question stands; Should we give up our independence?
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Let us join our brothers and sisters!
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We should be careful.
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Mending the Wounds
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"Executive Summary to the Chairgriffon of the H-TUF.
The committees have done their work gathering testimonies from fighters and civilians of all sides. Thousands of interviews have been taken and archivists, wherever available have been contacted to restore the archives of the governments which came before, including the National Archives of Yale, Griffenheim, De Vleugels and others. With this information in claw, the committees proceeded to hold local meetings to bring together those who fought and those who suffered.
Many griffons had a lot of emotional difficulty with being brought face to face with those who they fought against or those committed crimes against them. Tough conversations were had and tears flowed readily. We helped those present to understand their struggle in the context of the wider class struggle and that violent coercion was often at play. A lot of the time, some form of closure could be reached between the different parties but whenever this was not the case we did proceed to try those who committed the worst offences.
The overwhelming majority of crimes have been recorded and closed off now and it is the hope of the truthfinders that we helped close the wounds caused by warfare. Attached you will find a list of cases and how they were handled.
Sincerely,
The head of the Truthfinding Committees."
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The Truth has been found. (Nothing) | |
The Chairgriffon's Final Speech
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A truly enormous crowd had gathered on the square in front of the old Imperial Palace in Griffenheim, some parts of which were now used as a gathering place, although the most monumental areas were kept in their original state for posterity's sake. The crowd was there to watch Karl Legreif, the head of the Herzland Trade Union Federation speak. His leadership during the struggles of the past and his implementation of socialism across the Heartlands has made him a sort of mythical personality for many workers.
When Karl Legreif appeared on the podium, however, it was just one griffon in an old suit with a microphone. He smiled a bit solemnly at the crowd and then started to speak. "I am glad you all came down to see me. It's humbling to think how much some of you support me. But that is exactly why I am making this speech." The union boss took a deep breath. "I am retiring, and there will not be a successor to my position."
The crowd was shocked, some shouted protests against the move, others demanded to know who was forcing him to stand down. Legreif made a calming claw-gesture and explained, "I have done my part to secure our revolution and put in place the institutions to protect it from capitalists outside and power-hungry griffons inside. But I am myself the final hurdle to be overcome. I realise that as long as you all put my trust in me, you will never truly dare to rule yourself."
The woodworker from Longsword gave the crowd another smile. "I have faith in you. You can move on without me, you will do great. Don't let anygriffon take the power you have away from you, comrades. Thank you." The figure put down the microphone and the stunned crowd started to applaud, first cautiously but then with more conviction as Karl Legreif departed the stage for good.
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"I can't wait to go back to woodworking."
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Our Mission
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One morning in a humble town square, the Herald of Boreas delivered one of his frequent speeches to the people of Yale. The enthralled crowd included griffons from many towns away who had come to witness the Herald in person, as word of his emergence had spread quickly and deeply across the nation.
"Why have you witnessed decades of decline and calamities? It is because you have misplaced your devotion, giving it to corrupt priests and nobles rather than to the Gods. These false messengers seek to lead you astray, so that they may take what you have earned and enrich themselves!" The townsfolk were enraptured. His words struck a chord in the hearts of those who had endured much hardship during the course of the Empire's decline.
"I promise you that there will come a time when the chosen of Boreas will lead a glorious march to strike down the petty tyrants of Herzland." As the Herald spoke, his voice had an unnatural timbre and seemed to carry farther than should have been possible. "But before we can aid our neighbours, we must first prepare our land and our souls for the coming struggle." The townsfolk nodded, eager to carry out the will of Boreas.
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As Boreas commands.
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The Proclamation
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On a sunny day in an open field, the Knights of Boreas stood before their Herald. The only motion visible among the soldiers were the golden stalks of wheat rustling in the wind; their attention was entirely focused on their leader. The Herald of Boreas flew up into the air to look over his followers.
"The time has come to intervene and deliver holy retribution against the unfaithful who sought to lead you astray." His voice boomed throughout the field. "This is what you have prepared for: a war of liberation against the deceitful agents who deny the true word of Boreas. They hide in the Imperial City, thinking themselves above the judgement of the Gods. But no walls can hold back our righteous truth!" The Herald held up his claws for emphasis. The knights were captivated, totally silent in anticipation of the Herald's next words.
"We will march on Griffenheim and strike down all their false messengers, but we will not stop there." The glow around the Herald intensified, seeming to rival the sun in sheer brilliance. "Our divine mission demands that we march onwards, not resting until we have freed all of Herzland, so that none may doubt the power of Boreas!" The Herald glided down to the ground as his soldiers erupted in cheers and applause.
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All must know the truth!
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The Way of the Faithful
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In front Griffenheim's majestic Temple of Boreas, the Herald spoke to a crowd of devoted followers, his divine authority bolstered even further by his newly-acquired status as Archon. "Although those who raised their swords against us have been humbled, we have yet to cleanse this land of its true poison. The corrupt priests and nobles who used the name of Boreas in vain are symptoms of a greater sickness: impiety." The Herald held his claw high in the air. "When the word of the Gods is unheeded, griffons are free to fill that void with their own selfish agendas." Mumbles of fervent agreement spread through the mass of griffons.
"Prayer is the only antidote for this condition. All must look inward and seek divine guidance to reach perfection. Prayer fortifies the spirit and provides you the strength to carry out the will of the Gods. Through the unmatched piety of our griffons, Boreas will shield our nation and shepherd us to glory!" The Herald hovered several meters into the air, spreading his claws wide for emphasis. His followers bowed, clasping their claws together tightly.
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Praise Boreas!
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The Land of the Faithful
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On an unseasonably warm morning in Griffenheim, throngs of griffons clogged the streets around the Imperial Palace, desperate to hear a much-publicised proclamation from the Herald. Many climbed onto roofs to get a better view as the streets became too crowded. The audience was awed when the Herald revealed himself by flying high above a palace balcony, wings shimmering in the dawn light.
"Boreas is pleased," he began. "By our efforts, this land has been cleansed of its ignorance and the true will of the Gods is heard and heeded. See that our faith has been rewarded! Our priests and our temples help the people as they should. Our lands are blessed with plenty. Our devoted warriors have beaten back the armies of darkness which once threatened Boreas' chosen." The Herald made a slow, sweeping motion with his claw while the crowd rumbled in approval.
"We have created a place where Boreas' children can live in peace and prosperity. A place where the virtues of charity, honour, and labour are respected practiced by all." The Herald smiled, his glow intensifying. "But our work will never be over. We must always act as a holy beacon on this world, guiding the lost by showing them the righteous path. This is our sacred duty, the duty of the Kingdom of Boreas!"
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Long live the Divine and Serene Kingdom of Boreas!
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The False Archon
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The Archon of Boreas in Griffenheim claims to be the worldly voice of Boreas, but we can plainly see that is not the case. Boreas' true messenger is currently leading our holy nation! We can not allow this heresy to be tolerated any longer; there must be no disconnect between the Gods and their Temple. The Archon will be executed immediately for his deceptions, and in his place will step the Herald.
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A just sentence.
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The River of Blood
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Maar is a cruel god indeed, but this time he strikes at our enemy's leadership. The general staff and the population of Yale thought that we were sure to perish, but our field marshal had drawn up one last defensive line to protect Greenback.
The Angriver-line. Hastily erected machine gun nests and mortars shielded the retreat of our army along the river's crossings after which Greengate's engineers blew the bridges, including the Imperial Railroad's old line. It was a move of desperation, but what happened next was unbelievable. The Imperial troops tried to wade through the river with their equipment. Their cruel taskmaster generals forced them to try and cross without proper support, ending in a massacre.
We thought that our luck would surely run out after the first assault, but it seemed that Arcturius had forsaken the poor Imperial soldiers who were, time and again, sent to try and cross the Angriver-line. Some days, the water would turn red with the blood of the slaughtered. Statisticians from Greenback have estimated that a million imperial soldiers have perished in the fighting so far, many times the size of our armed forces. Yale and many other cities might be occupied, but as long as the Blood River preserves us and as long as the minds of our opponents are clouded, we will never surrender.
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Are we blessed by Arcturius or they cursed by Maar?
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On a cloudy day in Gamia, a strange griffon walked the streets, although those who saw him were unsure if he was a griffon at all. He exuded an inexplicable aura and had glowing, unreadable eyes. Every griffon who saw him recoiled in fear and kept their distance, and none were sure what to make of him. What did his appearance mean? What did he want? Was this a sign of the end times?
The first creature brave enough to approach him was a young girl who strayed from her parents out of curiosity towards the shining griffon. He stopped in his tracks once she blocked his path. "Are you a god?" she asked, looking up at him. Silence filled the air for what seemed like an eternity.
"I am a messenger," he rumbled in response. "You may call me the Herald of Boreas, for my voice is his, and I am his worldly vessel." The Herald turned to the surrounding griffons, raising his claws into the air and spreading his wings. "Heed Boreas' will! Follow me, and I will lead you down the righteous path!" His glow intensified and a blast of heat emanated from him. After a brief moment, the surrounding griffons frantically rushed towards the Herald, pledging their undying fidelity to Boreas.
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What does Boreas ask of us?
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A Walk in the City
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The Herald of Boreas visited Cyrusval and decided to take a walk around, strolling at a leisurely pace while looking at all the beautiful activity in the city. Throughout his walk, he received strange looks from locals due to his subtle aura, but he smiled back at them. When he entered a marketplace, one of the vendors came up to him selling cabbages and was asking who he was. At first the Herald said he was just a traveler, but then the vendor became insistent until he finally admitted he was the Herald of Boreas. Once his identify was known, other griffons took notice and various vendors and buyers came up and asked him if he was the miracle worker of Yale. He muttered yes humbly, and then they all smiled and started chatting with him. This scene soon repeated itself throughout the city as more found out about the mythical griffon's presence. His legend soon spread across all of Cyrusval, despite its somewhat anti-religious leanings.
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What a nice griffon!
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The Herald's Sermon
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Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the world.
Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see Boreas.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of the Gods.
Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are you, when griffs shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. For the corrupt of Yale must be stopped in the name of Boreas.
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Amen.
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The Miracle at Bruma
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In a crowded square in Bruma, the Herald of Boreas held his wings wide as he delivered his message to curious passersby. Perched atop an obelisk, he had attracted a fair number of students and townsfolk who had heard tales of the strange griffon, and who were excited to have a chance to see him in person.
During a pause in the Herald's oration, a shout rang out from the ground. "Get down from there!" Two city guard griffons pushed their way to the front of the crowd and signaled for the Herald to descend. The Herald complied and glided down to meet them. "Preaching is not allowed here, sir," said one of the guards.
"You seek to punish me for speaking the truth of the Gods?" Asked the Herald, perplexed. "If you wish to detain me, I happily offer myself." He lowered his head and extended his claws towards the guards. The two griffons looked at each other hesitantly, but proceeded to place steel shackles around the Herald's claws. Once they were secured, he yanked his claws upwards.
"Behold, the power of Boreas!" The shackles around the Herald's claws began to glow a dull red before becoming a bright orange. In a matter of seconds, the shackles began melting, sending molten metal splattering onto the city cobblestones. At the sight of this, the guards turned around and fled as fast as they could.
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Through the Gods, all things are possible!
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A Fateful Meeting
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As the Academic Council convened inside the grand halls of Greenback, a massive mob of griffons gathered outside, angrily demanding the recognition of their prophet. The Herald of Boreas had been traversing Yale, riling up the populace and gaining followers with his denunciations of the current social order. Now those followers converged on the Council determined to see its authority ended permanently.
In the dimly lit council chambers, Rector Magnificus Mikusian sat with his claws massaging his temples, wondering how this could be happening. Why were the people up in arms over the ravings of a madgriff? How could they believe this Herald was a divine being just because of some trick of the light? Would their delusion be the end of Yale? It was all impossible!
With a sudden impact, the door to the chamber burst open and a glowing figure walked before the Council. It was the Herald himself, standing alone without any of his followers. "The time has come for the faithful to inherit this land," announced the Herald. Despite being outnumbered by the council members, he exuded supreme confidence. "Boreas demands that you step down, or else invoke his wrath."
"What is the meaning of this?" Mikusian sputtered, his voice trembling. "What are you?"
"Have you not yet heard? Allow me to demonstrate." The Herald spread his wings as his aura intensified into a blinding light. Brilliant white rays bathed the council chambers accompanied by pulses of searing heat. The intensity was such that Mikusian feared the entire building would be set ablaze. After several seconds, the scorching waves and bright light dissipated. The Herald stood tall, completely unscathed, as the Rector Magnificus collapsed onto the ground.
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This Council is hereby dissolved.
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The Coronation
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Flags waved from every balcony in Griffonstone and flowers adorned the lampposts of the traditional coronation city of the Grovers. Almost every griffon was outside, gathering as close as possible to the Temple of Boreas, where the coronation of Grover VI was due to take place. The Temple Square was already occupied by guard units from every fief of the Empire, proudly displaying their regimental standards and honours. Grover II and Grover VI, along with their own honour guard and guests held a procession through the city and as they made their way to the Temple, they were greeted with deafening cheers of support.
Inside the temple, the stained glass windows allowed the sun's rays to shine through playfully. Guests from all over the continent and diplomats from beyond the sea took their seats, waiting for the ceremony to begin. All beings present stood up again, however, when the two Emperors entered the Temple, slowly striding past the guests, a banner-carrier preceding them with the imperial standard. The two Grovers proceeded to the front of the crowd, stepping up to the podium.
Grover VI kneeled in front of his great-great grandfather, whose magical aura never seemed calmer than at this moment. The Conquering Emperor administered the oath of office for his successor. The young griffon dutifully recited his ancestor, promising to uphold the law and ancient rights and privileges of all the lands and citizens and to fiercely defend the Empire and the faith, like a good Emperor ought to do. When the oath was over, the petty kings of Aquileia and Wingbardy, being the most senior vassals of the Empire, stood up in unison and shouted "Long live the Emperor, hurrah!" After which the rest of the crowd followed. Then, the Archon of Boreas recited the pledge of allegiance to the vassals, who swore their loyalty, while outside, the Archon of Arcturius did the same for the gathered soldiers and the Archon of Eyr did it for the gathered commoners.
With the official part over, the Emperor went back to the Palace, where he appeared on the balcony above a roaring crowd. Celebrations of the Emperor's coronation would last deep into the night in Griffonstone, with the rest of the Empire enjoying the coronation via radio or by watching film-reel footage a few days later.
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Long live Emperor Grover VI!
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The Emperor's Tomb
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The Dogs of Bronzehill had laboured faithfully for years on an Imperial project of massive proportions. Sheltered deep in the Schwarzkrone, the tallest peak of the County, they carved out a Mausoleum. Now their work was complete and its singular future resident had arrived to inspect it. The thousands of dog workers surrounded the massive pillared entrance. Grover II made a short speech, thanking them all for their hard work, smiling gleefully as he recalled the difference between the frightened refugees who came to Bronzehill and the proud Imperials they had become.
Then he and Grover VI entered the mountain tomb. Inside was, on one side, a living quarters, with all the amenities an emperor could need, a study room with many tomes and an armoury full of modern and classic weapons, amongst other things. The more ornate central part had a floor-mosaic depicting a map of the Griffonian Empire in painstaking detail. The stained glass panels on the walls depicted scenes from Grover IIs life, from smashing the first Aquileian rebellion, to welcoming the dogs into Bronzehill and reconquering the Empire for a second time. Across from the living area was a massive chamber, with rows and rows of griffon and dog statues of the Imperial Guard and all the servants an Emperor could want. All of this led up to the actual tomb, two marble sarcophagi set with the finest gemstones, surrounded by the finest statues. To the left the Discret family, to the right, the Grovers. The left sarcophagus read 'Giselda' and was closed, while the right one was still open.
Having observed all of it, Grover II put his claw on the young Emperor's shoulder. "They did an amazing job, didn't they?"
Grover VI, who was closer to crying than to smiling, nodded. "We could leave it empty for a little while longer... The dogs won't mind, they love to have you around. You could rule Bronzehill for me!"
The Conqueror shook his head. "It is your time, you have the blood, the brain and the bravery of all your fathers, Grover. You are smarter than I am, and more patient. And if you feel unsure, put your faith in the Gods."
The young griffon hugged him and his ancestor wished that his magical body could feel warm for once. "I love you." The young Grover said, and the old one ruffled his feathers.
"I love you too. Now go, and lead your life. I will be here if you need me."
It took a long time before Grover VI managed to let go and walked out of the Emperor's Tomb.
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"Sleep well. I will miss you."
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Cold Fury
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I am the Emperor of Griffonia. Millions upon millions of beings pay tribute to me. The finest army the world has ever seen is at my command and has conquered the most stubborn Kingdoms and tamed the most savage lands. I am Boreas's pupil, I am Arcturius's Squire and Eyr's servant. I have caused suffering and pain with the wars I waged, but now there is peace in Griffonia.
I had hoped this would have brought me peace as well. This pain inside, this wound which keeps feeding me energy is driving me mad. I still can't sleep at night, trapped inside this curse. Why was I brought back? Why did I have to come into a world of emptiness? Guto, my cousin in Griffonstone. His family perished years before, losing the Idol of Boreas. My great grandchild died sick on the throne before he could see his son lift a sword. Cruelty!
But none of that comes close to Grover VI being ripped away from me by that traitor. Even Maar cannot describe the disgust, the fury, I still feel for him. The child, my blood, my purpose. At least, I thought he was my purpose. I think of the child every day. I long to be with him. With Guto, with Giselda and with my own son as well. Why am I still here, if they were all better griffons than me?
I have pondered that question long and hard. And I did find an answer. I can bring Boreas's peace to the world. I can be Arcturius's champion. The gods gave me this body and had events unfold like this, because otherwise I would have slowed down and retired. They need me to carry their word across the world. They gave me this hate to push me forward.
Very well. If this is what I need to do to be with my family, than I accept the challenge.
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"None will stand before me."
 All Must Bow
There are yet more places left unconquered. There are more mountains to traverse, more oceans to cross and more cities to raze. All will bow before the Kaiser.
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Unrest caused
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[From.GetName] accepts our invitation!
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[From.GetNameDefCap] has accepted our research invitation and has therefore guaranteed us as we share the fruits of our research efforts with them.
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(Dummy option for hidden event)
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The Call to Revolution!
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The word was out. The revolution had begun. In every village town and city the workers have laid down their tools and occupy squares and buildings, demanding an end to oppression. The combined efforts of students and the unions managed to summon hundreds of thousands of griffons to the street, a force worthy of revolution. More are flocking to the red and black banners every day. The State is in disarray and trying to gauge the scale of the situation. There are reports that the central government in Greenback is trying to muster all loyal army units near the capital. It seems that the state is not done fighting yet. Maybe it was futile to hope that this revolution would be bloodless?
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We will smash the State!
A fair future is in reach!
To victory comrades!
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The Temples Defeated
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[YAL.GetChurchResponseResult]
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Press on comrades, and do not listen to them!
Our message is stronger than theirs!
They were an unjustified hierarchy anyway.
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Bronzehill Submits to Us!
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Flurries of letters have arrived in the capital today from hordes and hordes of loyal diamond dogs who wish for the great Emperor to return the nation to glory. They seem to be repaying the gift that Grover II had granted them under his reign and want to serve him once again in majesty. We have no real reason to refuse, but the Emperor is a spitefull griff, and he may be upset by the dog's lack of action during the regency crisis.
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Welcome home, my friends.
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We do not need them anymore.
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Grover II Rejects Us!
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Travesty! The greatest travesty has befallen us, my brothers and sisters! The great Emperor Grover II has seen fit to reject our services to him for our failures to project his lineage over time! This is the greatest shame ever to befall our nation, and the sheer sadness we feel outweighs anything thought ever possible! Bronzehill may never be happy again...
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The King's Chancellor
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Even with the royal guard lining the throne room, the massive hall in the Imperial Palace still felt empty. Young King Grover sat upon the throne, flanked by Benito, his old guardian. A servant arrived to announce what he already knew. "Your Majesty, the Chancellor-Elect and her Vice-Chancellor are ready to be received." The boy nodded. "Very good, let them in." What a curious case. They had won power for themselves, but they still wanted him? Grover did not fully comprehend it. These harmonists were so much different than the Republicans his regent warned him about.
The elected officials entered the throne room, a griffoness wearing a modern suit and the old Count of Bronzehill. When they arrived before his throne, the dog bowed before Grover, while the Chancellor-Elect merely nodded. "Your Majesty, the people have elected their representatives to the Reichstag and have given us the mandate to request you to form a government." The griffon's voice was neutral. Grover had read about her ideas, and he guessed that she was not happy with having the monarchy retain a place in the Herzland. Meanwhile Count Ignatius seemed to be delighted to be in the palace.
"The Throne has noted the wishes of its subjects, Miss Schüler, Count Ignatius." Grover spoke the words from his mind, he had spent the last day rehearsing his role. "In accordance with the Basic Law, I ask you to form my Government. Therefore I bestow you the office of Reichskanzler and Vizekanzler of the Herzland. The Throne will look forward to your wise contributions to governing the nation."
Chancellor Schüler managed to smile as she raised her claw for the oath, "I humbly accept the office bestowed upon me and I swear to faithfully serve the Kingdom."
The Count raised his paw solemnly "I humbly accept the honour of the office of Vice-Chancellor and I swear I will continue to serve you faithfully, my King."
The young Emperor let out a heavy sigh and relaxed in his seat, looking sideways at Benito, the old Imperial Guard. "Did I do well?"
"Perfect, your Majesty!" The dog replied.
"Good, now make sure the Lady and Gentledog get all the help we can spare. There is a lot of work left to do!"
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Boreas preserve Grover the Kaiser!
Grover VI of Griffonstone
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