December 1st - (8pm by Dermott's watch) St. Columbanus Square Vedrarfjord High Kingdom of Ivernia So here was the ''Protest''. Hundreds of people, and up until recently the number was growing. Tents filled the center of Vedrarfjord's main square, known as St. Columbanus Square - and barricades, barbed wire, sheets of metal, even run down horse carriages forming a makeshift wall around it. One of it's leaders, Dermott Keegan, was sitting on a box in a tent in the very center trying to keep warm. The sun had set over 5 hours ago and the snow was beginning to really pile up. The Gardaí surrounding the barricades were clearly beginning to exhaust as the dark and freezing cold took it's toll on the metro police force - not properly geared for riot control or even heavy snow. By all accounts Vedrarfjord was a relatively peaceful city. Dissent is - used to be - uncommon. All that changed in the past few years. A nation dedicated to diplomacy was becoming more hawkish with every passing week. With the High Kingdom threatening stand-offs against communist powers in the summer to Ivernia's stubborn refusal to acknowledge issues in Germania, such as the Belmontian Kingdom's woes, Ivernia was not the place today that Dermott Keegan grew up in. There was a lot less talking and ''cooperation.'' But a lot more flags, a lot more patriotism, and a lot more speeches of ''superior culture'' that made Dermott's skin crawl. The death of Sander Rygaard was effectively the death of the Tripartite Agreement. A traditionally isolationist nation, only convinced to broach out into the world by Rygaard's charisma and leadership - and of whom without the Continental Republic fell right back into it's old ways. It was then Dermott saw Ivernish people see the TAAO as worthless and feel fear over Ivernia's safety in a world without allies. It was then he decided to act, by staging this protest rallying the last liberal ideals together in a single bastion, to stop Pairtí Ríoga from whipping the whole of Ivernia into a reactionary right-wing state. ''The 1st of December would be the day'' Dermott decided, that the bastion would protect itself by force if necessary. The stranglehold of the Gardaí enclosure had weakened morale and Dermott was losing men left and right. Dermott heard the tent open and saw an old friend poke his head in. ''Dermott we've after gettin them in like you said,'' Peadar iterated as he got into the heat, the snow on this trenchcoat and boots beginning to dissipate, ''the Gards couldn't see us or nothing.'' ''We've got what then? The fire cocktails?'' Dermott's eyes lit up. ''Nah not just that, more barricades and shields - also a heap of bricks. I didn't expect it to come to this though Dermott I gotta say.'' Peadar saw down in front of his leader. Both were just student council members in September in Vedrarfjord University. Now standing off against the state the situation had almost become surreal. ''Sure neither did I. But those Garda are steaming us out and snatching people I heard from Colm. We need to show we're serious and up the ante. Peacefulness is unpopular in Ivernia these days anyways - only way to get their attention is with a bit of force.'' The former Student Council President Dermott Keegan on that note got up from this seat and moved towards the tent flap. ''C'mon Peadar - I wanna see the stuff.''