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June 17, 1954 - 1400 Hours
Legnica, Duchy of Nanterre - Avignon
Unity. Peace. The two words that defines Venissieux - a political kingdom comprising of five smaller Venissian kingdoms. Venissieux is home to many people - primarily the French, the Germans and the Dutch. To the outsiders, the Venissians are free and collectively enjoy the country's wealth. This was not true for the Wendowie in the Duchy of Nanterre, situated within the confines of the Kingdom of Avignon.
Avignon is the second smallest kingdom within Venissieux, just nearly beating Brasschatt in total landmass. Unlike their Brasschatte counterpart, the Avignans wield little influence within the union and were poor - specifically, there was a class divide between the poor and the rich especially in the southern regions, riddled with poverty.
While the rest of Venissieux is largely a tolerant and progressive society, the Kingdom of Avignon is rampant with racial and social class discrimination. The Duchy of Nanterre comprises of a majority of the Wendowie people in Avignon, Nanterre is unofficially the ghetto for those people who are too poor to afford to live in northern duchies, accounting for more than half the local population. No one from the Avignan government were willing to solve the problem, the Wendowie cries of help could not reach the Venissian capital of Royeaux.
“This cannot go on any longer Miroslaw! The people are suffering under this tyrannical king! We need to fight this oppression! Fight for our independence!”
“Kurwa! I know Kamil! But we mustn’t act with haste, it will only bring more suffering. There is no need for us to spill blood of our people and those of the authorities.”
The man speaking was Miroslaw Majewski, a Wendowie nationalist and university student majoring in law. He was luckily born into a well off family who had left behind a modest fortune for his education after his parents passed away. As a nationalist, he shunned the society Avignon had built for them. He was arguing some sense into his close friend and collaborator Kamil Novak in his basement. Both wanted independence to escape from the discrimination and lack of representation in Avignon’s government, leading a small but dedicated group of members who tried to push for independence.
“We haven’t exhausted all our dialogue options with the Avignans, there has to be an alternative...”
“Dialogue? Don’t you bullshit me Miroslaw, you know well that they wouldn’t listen to us. Are you going to just wait for more of us die from poverty and discrimination? Each day we stand around with our inaction - debating and negotiating with those fucking cunts, more of us die each day.” While Miroslaw was usually calm, composed, elegant and thoughtful; his friend was militant, overly critical, radical and a man of action. ”Is that what you really want? Our blood means nothing to them!”
“Of course not!” He shouted back to Kamil, before lowering his voice as he tried to elaborate his reasoning. “But think for a second - if we were to fight and resist now, we would be invoking the king’s wrath. No one would be there to help us.”
“That’s because the kurwa king censors whatever’s happening in Nanterre.” Kamil pouted in response.
Miroslaw sighed at his friend’s unelegant addressing of their king, but nodded in confirmation. “That’s why we’re in this situation right now. Few people outside Avignon know about the situation in the Duchy, we’re simply too small to pay any attention to. They would rather trust what the King says than rumours of our condition. The King manipulates the news, restricts our movement and silences our voices. The people in Royeaux can’t hear us, we’re simply noise to them that’s filtered out.”
“Kurwa!” Kamil said under his breath before carefully analyzing what he had to say, prompting a question for Miroslaw. “Then what about the south, to Wendziema? Wouldn’t they hear our cries for help? They are our people after all, they should be able to help us.”
He sadly shook his head in response. “Wendziema only recently freed itself from the Danish oppression, they have more important matters to deal with. Unless given the right reasons to help our cause, their resources have been allocated to internal affairs.” He paused for a brief second before adding on to his statement. “There would need to be pressure internally to help the people in Wendziema… furthermore Avignon is - although not necessarily integral to the political kingdom - a part of Venissieux, meaning they would be facing opposition from five sovereign countries. Military action is not an option they can easily risk.”
“Then what the fuck are we going to do? Sit around and twiddle our thumbs?”
Miroslaw was deep in thought before he shook his head in what he could only describe as the most irrational and insane idea he has ever conceived.
“I have an idea.”
Legnica, Duchy of Nanterre - Avignon
Unity. Peace. The two words that defines Venissieux - a political kingdom comprising of five smaller Venissian kingdoms. Venissieux is home to many people - primarily the French, the Germans and the Dutch. To the outsiders, the Venissians are free and collectively enjoy the country's wealth. This was not true for the Wendowie in the Duchy of Nanterre, situated within the confines of the Kingdom of Avignon.
Avignon is the second smallest kingdom within Venissieux, just nearly beating Brasschatt in total landmass. Unlike their Brasschatte counterpart, the Avignans wield little influence within the union and were poor - specifically, there was a class divide between the poor and the rich especially in the southern regions, riddled with poverty.
While the rest of Venissieux is largely a tolerant and progressive society, the Kingdom of Avignon is rampant with racial and social class discrimination. The Duchy of Nanterre comprises of a majority of the Wendowie people in Avignon, Nanterre is unofficially the ghetto for those people who are too poor to afford to live in northern duchies, accounting for more than half the local population. No one from the Avignan government were willing to solve the problem, the Wendowie cries of help could not reach the Venissian capital of Royeaux.
“This cannot go on any longer Miroslaw! The people are suffering under this tyrannical king! We need to fight this oppression! Fight for our independence!”
“Kurwa! I know Kamil! But we mustn’t act with haste, it will only bring more suffering. There is no need for us to spill blood of our people and those of the authorities.”
The man speaking was Miroslaw Majewski, a Wendowie nationalist and university student majoring in law. He was luckily born into a well off family who had left behind a modest fortune for his education after his parents passed away. As a nationalist, he shunned the society Avignon had built for them. He was arguing some sense into his close friend and collaborator Kamil Novak in his basement. Both wanted independence to escape from the discrimination and lack of representation in Avignon’s government, leading a small but dedicated group of members who tried to push for independence.
“We haven’t exhausted all our dialogue options with the Avignans, there has to be an alternative...”
“Dialogue? Don’t you bullshit me Miroslaw, you know well that they wouldn’t listen to us. Are you going to just wait for more of us die from poverty and discrimination? Each day we stand around with our inaction - debating and negotiating with those fucking cunts, more of us die each day.” While Miroslaw was usually calm, composed, elegant and thoughtful; his friend was militant, overly critical, radical and a man of action. ”Is that what you really want? Our blood means nothing to them!”
“Of course not!” He shouted back to Kamil, before lowering his voice as he tried to elaborate his reasoning. “But think for a second - if we were to fight and resist now, we would be invoking the king’s wrath. No one would be there to help us.”
“That’s because the kurwa king censors whatever’s happening in Nanterre.” Kamil pouted in response.
Miroslaw sighed at his friend’s unelegant addressing of their king, but nodded in confirmation. “That’s why we’re in this situation right now. Few people outside Avignon know about the situation in the Duchy, we’re simply too small to pay any attention to. They would rather trust what the King says than rumours of our condition. The King manipulates the news, restricts our movement and silences our voices. The people in Royeaux can’t hear us, we’re simply noise to them that’s filtered out.”
“Kurwa!” Kamil said under his breath before carefully analyzing what he had to say, prompting a question for Miroslaw. “Then what about the south, to Wendziema? Wouldn’t they hear our cries for help? They are our people after all, they should be able to help us.”
He sadly shook his head in response. “Wendziema only recently freed itself from the Danish oppression, they have more important matters to deal with. Unless given the right reasons to help our cause, their resources have been allocated to internal affairs.” He paused for a brief second before adding on to his statement. “There would need to be pressure internally to help the people in Wendziema… furthermore Avignon is - although not necessarily integral to the political kingdom - a part of Venissieux, meaning they would be facing opposition from five sovereign countries. Military action is not an option they can easily risk.”
“Then what the fuck are we going to do? Sit around and twiddle our thumbs?”
Miroslaw was deep in thought before he shook his head in what he could only describe as the most irrational and insane idea he has ever conceived.
“I have an idea.”