Oneida
Established Nation
Introduction to Valerio Terrazas
As the rest of the continent would descend into their cold winters, Auraria was beginning its summer. The country was a lot more lively in the summer, and the amount of tourists decreased slightly, making the country feel that much more cultural. The actual climate of the country varied greatly depending on the region an individual found themselves occupying. The hot and arid northern lowlands, the wet and cool western highlands or the southeast’s temperate flatlands.
Heredia was in many ways one of Auraria’s greatest successes and shortcomings. The city was built over one hundred years ago to serve as the capital of the commonwealth, with the purpose of being easily accessible from all corners of the large colony. The other opportunity was that being a new city, it could be built with the exact specifications that people had in mind for what they envisioned the bastion of southern republicanism to be. Located towards the end of Central Valley, the Talamancas could be seen from any point within Heredia. The first portion of the city was constructed on what would be dubbed, High Hill. The government buildings were constructed there, on a plateau which at the time was the highest point in the city. High Hill maintained a distinct frescanian flair to it. The area surrounding High Hill was designated to be housing for the commonwealth’s congressmen for when they were in session. This area would eventually be known as Old Town.
At this point, Heredia began rapid expansion. Over the years, the commonwealth became more and more unitary, bringing political power to city for extended periods of time, turning it away from it’s original intention as a meeting point into a real and liveable city. As more people moved in, more businesses moved in. Over the next one hundred years, Heredia became a city of 2 million people and Central Valley became the most densely populated region of the country. Since the area wasn’t exactly fit to hold millions of people, many parts of the city are cramped and some facilities find themselves lacking. As city officials tried to modernize and clean up the city, property values increased, forcing the poor strata who’ve come to Heredia for opportunity farther and farther out of center city. As word of construction in the city and opportunity spread, more people flooded in only to find a lack of opportunity and end up being pushed into the slums, adding to the problem.
Many people wrote on the issue, but only one of them ever achieved actual recognition. His name was Valerio Terrazas. Terrazas was originally from Nueva Catamarca, one of the poorer regions of the country and the recent victim of a dam collapse that killed half a thousand people and ended whatever hopes the tourism industry had of a great tourist season.
Terrazas’ father had moved to Heredia many years ago to find work and actually succeeded and became a construction worker and even befriended some of the more powerful in Heredia. Valerio and his mother and two younger siblings would work around the house and farms, never really needing steady outside work due to their father’s success. When Terrazas came of age, he moved to Heredia to attend university, only to have his father die shortly after. Faced with no means of income and now schooling, Terrazas intended to drop out of university, only to be stopped by Noé Casales who offered to financially support him and his family as he was a friend of his father.
Terrazas completed his education and would always send half of his money to his family back in Nueva Catamarca, who declined to move to Heredia. Terrazas gradually lost contact with his family, but continuously sent the paychecks over. As the years went on, his commentary on the city’s dire situation awarded him a position in the city’s government aiding as a city planner. Over time, he became the chief planner for the city.
Around the time of independence in the 40s, Terrazas alienated Casales by refusing to join his crusade for independence. This hurt Terrazas to such an extent that he was forced out of his position. In 1950, as the Vicarists and Casalists shifted from working together to fighting each other, Terrazas returned to political prominence by organizing the Justice Party and bringing the small and weak socialist parties together to form the Justice Alliance which today stands as the smallest coalition occupying the Chamber of Tribunes, but is the fastest growing. Since 1950, Terrazas has been the Coalition Leader.
Casales Mansion
Primer, Aluche
June 1914
“It’s all so sudden,” Reldón said, rocking back and forth on a tie swing that the two seventeen year olds fashioned years ago.
“Not really, it was years in the process,” Noé replied.
“No, I know. We were both supposed to go to Frescania, both go to the same university, both get the same thing, come back here and take over the business. We were supposed to be friends forever,” Reldón answered.
“Sylvania isn’t bad,” Noe said after a moment of silence. “At least you get to see the world.”
“I don’t want to see the world, I’m going to be moving from country to country. I hate traveling,” Reldón said, kicking the dirt beneath him.
“God, you’re such a pessimistic. You can’t see the bright side out of any situation. You get to see things, you get to see more people, more everything, you’ll finally be smarter than I am. Frescania is nice, but it’s a damn desert for the most part. Half the country you can’t even explore, a quarter of it is tainted by Jurzani fodder and the other quarter is where I’ll be, sitting in a classroom listening to some high and mighty professor talk about how smart they are. All I ever wanted was to see the world, to experience everything, to get a better understanding of things bigger than myself,” Noe answered.
“All I want is to sit in one place and take classes, but our friendship will be over since we’ll be gone for so long,” Reldón stated.
“Think of all the things we’ll have to talk about when we get back. We’ll never shut up, we’ll talk more in that moment that we will have in all the times we’ve talked put together,” Noe said as he turned to the face the direction of the ocean.
“You promise?” Reldón asked, looking up.
“Of course I do, unlike you, I’m a man of my word, a man of action,” Noe said, smiling and flexing.
“Whenever you’re ready to step down from that pedestal of yours and grace us with your presence that’d be nice. My neck is starting to hurt,” Reldón said, with a serious look.
“Why don’t you build a pedestal?” Noe asked.
The two laughed and decided to go down to the beach, which wasn’t far from the estate and swim one last time before Noe left the next day to begin studying in Frescania. The sun was dipping below the surface of the ocean which lit up the sky and sea in a brilliant orange-red color. As the two swam, Noe quickly submerged and let out a scream, startling Reldón. He sat, twisting in the water for a good long time before Noe resurfaced screaming “Shark! Shark!”
Reldón looked at Noe with a grin, it wasn’t the first time that he tried to pull this trick. This time though, the smile that should be on Noe’s face was no smile, it was a look of pure terror, his eyes were more than enough to reveal that this was no joke. Reldón stood in shock as it all began to register that the water wasn’t red from the sun’s reflection, it was red from Noe’s blood.
Snapping back into action from what seemed like hours of staring, Reldón grabbed Noe and drug him back to shore, where he could see the bite that nearly removed Noe’s lower left leg. Reldón screamed like hell until people finally arrived and carried the young millionaire off to the nearest hospital.
As the rest of the continent would descend into their cold winters, Auraria was beginning its summer. The country was a lot more lively in the summer, and the amount of tourists decreased slightly, making the country feel that much more cultural. The actual climate of the country varied greatly depending on the region an individual found themselves occupying. The hot and arid northern lowlands, the wet and cool western highlands or the southeast’s temperate flatlands.
Heredia was in many ways one of Auraria’s greatest successes and shortcomings. The city was built over one hundred years ago to serve as the capital of the commonwealth, with the purpose of being easily accessible from all corners of the large colony. The other opportunity was that being a new city, it could be built with the exact specifications that people had in mind for what they envisioned the bastion of southern republicanism to be. Located towards the end of Central Valley, the Talamancas could be seen from any point within Heredia. The first portion of the city was constructed on what would be dubbed, High Hill. The government buildings were constructed there, on a plateau which at the time was the highest point in the city. High Hill maintained a distinct frescanian flair to it. The area surrounding High Hill was designated to be housing for the commonwealth’s congressmen for when they were in session. This area would eventually be known as Old Town.
At this point, Heredia began rapid expansion. Over the years, the commonwealth became more and more unitary, bringing political power to city for extended periods of time, turning it away from it’s original intention as a meeting point into a real and liveable city. As more people moved in, more businesses moved in. Over the next one hundred years, Heredia became a city of 2 million people and Central Valley became the most densely populated region of the country. Since the area wasn’t exactly fit to hold millions of people, many parts of the city are cramped and some facilities find themselves lacking. As city officials tried to modernize and clean up the city, property values increased, forcing the poor strata who’ve come to Heredia for opportunity farther and farther out of center city. As word of construction in the city and opportunity spread, more people flooded in only to find a lack of opportunity and end up being pushed into the slums, adding to the problem.
Many people wrote on the issue, but only one of them ever achieved actual recognition. His name was Valerio Terrazas. Terrazas was originally from Nueva Catamarca, one of the poorer regions of the country and the recent victim of a dam collapse that killed half a thousand people and ended whatever hopes the tourism industry had of a great tourist season.
Terrazas’ father had moved to Heredia many years ago to find work and actually succeeded and became a construction worker and even befriended some of the more powerful in Heredia. Valerio and his mother and two younger siblings would work around the house and farms, never really needing steady outside work due to their father’s success. When Terrazas came of age, he moved to Heredia to attend university, only to have his father die shortly after. Faced with no means of income and now schooling, Terrazas intended to drop out of university, only to be stopped by Noé Casales who offered to financially support him and his family as he was a friend of his father.
Terrazas completed his education and would always send half of his money to his family back in Nueva Catamarca, who declined to move to Heredia. Terrazas gradually lost contact with his family, but continuously sent the paychecks over. As the years went on, his commentary on the city’s dire situation awarded him a position in the city’s government aiding as a city planner. Over time, he became the chief planner for the city.
Around the time of independence in the 40s, Terrazas alienated Casales by refusing to join his crusade for independence. This hurt Terrazas to such an extent that he was forced out of his position. In 1950, as the Vicarists and Casalists shifted from working together to fighting each other, Terrazas returned to political prominence by organizing the Justice Party and bringing the small and weak socialist parties together to form the Justice Alliance which today stands as the smallest coalition occupying the Chamber of Tribunes, but is the fastest growing. Since 1950, Terrazas has been the Coalition Leader.
Casales Mansion
Primer, Aluche
June 1914
“It’s all so sudden,” Reldón said, rocking back and forth on a tie swing that the two seventeen year olds fashioned years ago.
“Not really, it was years in the process,” Noé replied.
“No, I know. We were both supposed to go to Frescania, both go to the same university, both get the same thing, come back here and take over the business. We were supposed to be friends forever,” Reldón answered.
“Sylvania isn’t bad,” Noe said after a moment of silence. “At least you get to see the world.”
“I don’t want to see the world, I’m going to be moving from country to country. I hate traveling,” Reldón said, kicking the dirt beneath him.
“God, you’re such a pessimistic. You can’t see the bright side out of any situation. You get to see things, you get to see more people, more everything, you’ll finally be smarter than I am. Frescania is nice, but it’s a damn desert for the most part. Half the country you can’t even explore, a quarter of it is tainted by Jurzani fodder and the other quarter is where I’ll be, sitting in a classroom listening to some high and mighty professor talk about how smart they are. All I ever wanted was to see the world, to experience everything, to get a better understanding of things bigger than myself,” Noe answered.
“All I want is to sit in one place and take classes, but our friendship will be over since we’ll be gone for so long,” Reldón stated.
“Think of all the things we’ll have to talk about when we get back. We’ll never shut up, we’ll talk more in that moment that we will have in all the times we’ve talked put together,” Noe said as he turned to the face the direction of the ocean.
“You promise?” Reldón asked, looking up.
“Of course I do, unlike you, I’m a man of my word, a man of action,” Noe said, smiling and flexing.
“Whenever you’re ready to step down from that pedestal of yours and grace us with your presence that’d be nice. My neck is starting to hurt,” Reldón said, with a serious look.
“Why don’t you build a pedestal?” Noe asked.
The two laughed and decided to go down to the beach, which wasn’t far from the estate and swim one last time before Noe left the next day to begin studying in Frescania. The sun was dipping below the surface of the ocean which lit up the sky and sea in a brilliant orange-red color. As the two swam, Noe quickly submerged and let out a scream, startling Reldón. He sat, twisting in the water for a good long time before Noe resurfaced screaming “Shark! Shark!”
Reldón looked at Noe with a grin, it wasn’t the first time that he tried to pull this trick. This time though, the smile that should be on Noe’s face was no smile, it was a look of pure terror, his eyes were more than enough to reveal that this was no joke. Reldón stood in shock as it all began to register that the water wasn’t red from the sun’s reflection, it was red from Noe’s blood.
Snapping back into action from what seemed like hours of staring, Reldón grabbed Noe and drug him back to shore, where he could see the bite that nearly removed Noe’s lower left leg. Reldón screamed like hell until people finally arrived and carried the young millionaire off to the nearest hospital.