Free Cities League
Establishing Nation
EXODUS
"Hey man, the sun is rising..."
In a cold tundra highway, the sunrise was a beautiful sight for anyone waking up. The light slowly flooded the landscape, that turned from pitch black to a pleasant white and green. In the background massive black-earthed mountains, some of them volcanos, gave the scenery a creepy feel. Those black mountains were in the province of Goddhaus, one of the northernmost and most remote provinces of Boganhem - the province's name was adequate, for the Bogans believe it's there where the Gods and other magical entities roam.
"Frank, where are we?"
"Far enough from home Harman..."
Both of them lightly laughed. Frank and Harman Svartberg were two 21-year olds, hailing from one of the remote towns in Goddhaus, Durkefurd. Durkefurd was not very exciting for a 21-year old: lost among the mountains and smelly bogs, it was one of the most conservative and backwards places in the Kingdom. And so, that night, Frank and Harman decided to run away, run away to the place every young Bogan wants to - the Free Cities... Although the information is quite controlled by the King's propaganda machine, stories of extraordinary wealth, possibility to leave the country, prosperity and freedom made thousands of young Bogans try to pass the fence every year. Nearly all were arrested or killed.
Of course, neither Frank nor Harman knew that.
Frank was driving an old and green jeep that their parents had given to them. The direction was kranky, the breaks were a little wore, but all they needed was to get to the fence. As Harman woke up, Frank informed him of their wherabouts:
"In 10 km, you'll see the exit to Malachor. Of course, we go on..."
"Why can't we go to Malachor? It's been two years since the last time we were there..."
"Harman... it won't be long until dad and mom notice we are nowhere to be found. They will warn the Police - and do you know what happens when the Police deals with two missing young guys? They inform the KSP (King's protection police - Kongsshuts Politsei)
"You're probably right... It's a shame, I like Malachor..."
"So do I, bro. But we can't put our lives at stake..." - and KSP agents will be on the Trans-Kingdom Highway waiting for a green jeep with our licence plate. The sooner we get to Sudgrants the sooner we get rid of potential problems..."
The trip continued with an awkward silence. Although Frank was 10 months younger than Harman (some called their mother's succesive pregnancies a miracle), he was clearly the 'alpha male' - he commanded and he easily controlled his brother. Not because Harman was weak, but because he was so peaceful that he didn't mind to yield in small arguments - but he who yields in the small issues, can't take a stand on bigger ones...
After they swapped places before sunset, they had already reached the southern provinces of Boganhem - all they had to eat was beef jerkey and chips. But they couldn't afford to stop for long in any place, only small stops to pump gas and go to the bathroom. By that time, the KSP could already had been alerted. They were in Auttenveld, the southernmost province of Boganhem proper, right north to the FSB. The tundra scenery had disappeared, replaced by pine forests covered in snow, as the sun rose once again.
"Sudgrants, 13 km. We're here Frank."
Frank woke up and it seemed their dream had come true. Probably the passage from the tundra and ice desert landscape of Goddhaus to the snow-covered pineforests of Auttenveld represented their passage from dark and dull lives in the North to the prosperous lives they would have in Lübeck or Mecklenburg.
"Bro, our objective is not Sudgrants, that would be too obvious. Our cousin Yon talked about a nearby village called Grindur. There, in Grindur, we must go to Uncle Thomas' Tavern. There we'll find our man."
"And how do we know we can trust him?"
"Cousin Yon went to Lübeck and spent two years there, before returning. He knows how it's done."
And so, arriving at Grindur, they parked their jeep in the outskirts of the village, lost among the forests...
"Hey man, the sun is rising..."
In a cold tundra highway, the sunrise was a beautiful sight for anyone waking up. The light slowly flooded the landscape, that turned from pitch black to a pleasant white and green. In the background massive black-earthed mountains, some of them volcanos, gave the scenery a creepy feel. Those black mountains were in the province of Goddhaus, one of the northernmost and most remote provinces of Boganhem - the province's name was adequate, for the Bogans believe it's there where the Gods and other magical entities roam.
"Frank, where are we?"
"Far enough from home Harman..."
Both of them lightly laughed. Frank and Harman Svartberg were two 21-year olds, hailing from one of the remote towns in Goddhaus, Durkefurd. Durkefurd was not very exciting for a 21-year old: lost among the mountains and smelly bogs, it was one of the most conservative and backwards places in the Kingdom. And so, that night, Frank and Harman decided to run away, run away to the place every young Bogan wants to - the Free Cities... Although the information is quite controlled by the King's propaganda machine, stories of extraordinary wealth, possibility to leave the country, prosperity and freedom made thousands of young Bogans try to pass the fence every year. Nearly all were arrested or killed.
Of course, neither Frank nor Harman knew that.
Frank was driving an old and green jeep that their parents had given to them. The direction was kranky, the breaks were a little wore, but all they needed was to get to the fence. As Harman woke up, Frank informed him of their wherabouts:
"In 10 km, you'll see the exit to Malachor. Of course, we go on..."
"Why can't we go to Malachor? It's been two years since the last time we were there..."
"Harman... it won't be long until dad and mom notice we are nowhere to be found. They will warn the Police - and do you know what happens when the Police deals with two missing young guys? They inform the KSP (King's protection police - Kongsshuts Politsei)
"You're probably right... It's a shame, I like Malachor..."
"So do I, bro. But we can't put our lives at stake..." - and KSP agents will be on the Trans-Kingdom Highway waiting for a green jeep with our licence plate. The sooner we get to Sudgrants the sooner we get rid of potential problems..."
The trip continued with an awkward silence. Although Frank was 10 months younger than Harman (some called their mother's succesive pregnancies a miracle), he was clearly the 'alpha male' - he commanded and he easily controlled his brother. Not because Harman was weak, but because he was so peaceful that he didn't mind to yield in small arguments - but he who yields in the small issues, can't take a stand on bigger ones...
After they swapped places before sunset, they had already reached the southern provinces of Boganhem - all they had to eat was beef jerkey and chips. But they couldn't afford to stop for long in any place, only small stops to pump gas and go to the bathroom. By that time, the KSP could already had been alerted. They were in Auttenveld, the southernmost province of Boganhem proper, right north to the FSB. The tundra scenery had disappeared, replaced by pine forests covered in snow, as the sun rose once again.
"Sudgrants, 13 km. We're here Frank."
Frank woke up and it seemed their dream had come true. Probably the passage from the tundra and ice desert landscape of Goddhaus to the snow-covered pineforests of Auttenveld represented their passage from dark and dull lives in the North to the prosperous lives they would have in Lübeck or Mecklenburg.
"Bro, our objective is not Sudgrants, that would be too obvious. Our cousin Yon talked about a nearby village called Grindur. There, in Grindur, we must go to Uncle Thomas' Tavern. There we'll find our man."
"And how do we know we can trust him?"
"Cousin Yon went to Lübeck and spent two years there, before returning. He knows how it's done."
And so, arriving at Grindur, they parked their jeep in the outskirts of the village, lost among the forests...