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TIBURAN EMPIRE STILL STANDING, APPARENTLY: OSTMARKIAN ARCHIVES FAIL TO NOTICE 476 A.D.
Ministry of Foreign Affairs Maria Holler Confirms: “As Far as We're Concerned, They're Just Running Late”.

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By Heinrich Obenaus

WIEN (Ostmark) — In what scholars are calling “a triumph of bureaucratic consistency over recorded history,” the Republic of Ostmark has once again reaffirmed that it continues to recognize the @Pelasgia Empire as the legitimate government of the Tiburan Empire—yes, that Tiburan Empire, the one that famously “fell” in 476 A.D. after being overrun by political collapse.

According to a Ministry of Foreign Affairs communiqué, the Pelasgian Empire remains, for all intents and diplomatic purposes, Tibur. When pressed by reporters about the historical contradiction, Foreign Minister Maria Holler consulted a leather-bound ledger titled “Imperial Successions, 27 B.C.–Present” and replied with confidence: “The last entry in our national museums and archives is from 455 A.D., stating ‘Tibur delayed due to domestic matters. Empire intact.’ There’s no subsequent notation of collapse. So officially, nothing happened.”

Asked if the Ministry was aware of the widely accepted historical consensus that the Tiburan Empire fell in 476 A.D., Holler responded: “We’re still waiting for a formal declaration of dissolution. You can’t just fall like that without proper notice. That’s bad diplomacy.” Meanwhile, in Propontis, capital of the Pelasgian Empire, locals were reportedly both baffled and amused. One Pelasgian diplomatic official in Wien offered to send a fruit basket “to help them move on.”

But Ostmark does not move on. Ever.

The National Archive of the Republic of Ostmark, which contain the meticulously maintained “List of Active Empires,” still show the Tiburan Empire under the heading “Operational, Awaiting Correspondence.” Right below it is a footnote: “Do not archive until official imperial seal is received.” The seal in question was last seen in 1348, affixed to a treaty ratifying fishing rights, which nobody remembers signing. Chief Archivist Gertrud Kaltenegger explained: “We’ve dusted the Tibur file several times, but until someone submits a proper closing document—signed in triplicate, naturally—we cannot, under the administrative code of the Republic of Ostmark, declare it concluded. That's how you get archival anarchy.”

Pelasgia, of course, has moved on. Or rather, it evolved into something else entirely: a modern, constitutional monarchy with political backroom deals, military parades, and quite a few ships. But Ostmark remains unmoved. As one anonymous bureaucrat put it: “If it speaks Pelasgian, holds an Emperor, and occupies old Tiburan territory, it's Tibur.”

The diplomatic implications are profound. While most nations recognize Pelasgia as a sovereign modern state, Ostmarkian diplomats continue to address Pelasgian officials as “Your Excellency of the Imperium Tiburaronum,” and all treaties are filed under “Res Publica Marchiae Orientalis-Imperial Relations.”

Historians are divided. While the rest of the world grapples with contemporary concerns, Ostmark remains blissfully adrift in what historians have begun calling the “Ostmarkian Historical Bubble” — a curious blend of selective memory, archival improvisation, and a stubborn commitment to recognizing the sovereignty of entities no one else remembers.

The Ostmarkian National Archives, housed in a grand marble building that smells faintly of vinegar and panic, is at the heart of this chronological confusion. Boasting over eight million documents and precisely zero clarity, the archives are a mosaic of mismatched facts, contradictory dates, and suspiciously enthusiastic marginalia. “We pride ourselves on our unique interpretive approach to history,” said Gertrud Kaltenegger “What is history if not a dialogue between what happened and what we wish had happened, but with better lighting?”. Entire sections of the archive are organized under labels like “Widely Believed,” “Unverified but Heroic,” and “Correct as of 1453 (Later Disputed by Everyone).”

Foreign diplomatic missions in Wien are usually required to bring their own timelines, and one anonymous envoy admitted their embassy keeps a special “Ostmark Edition” of world history.

Ostmark reportedly still maintains consular relations with no fewer than seven extinct nations nobody remembers. When questioned, officials explain that “extinction” is not a valid diplomatic status, unless accompanied by a formal declaration, signed and notarized by at least two witnesses. And Ostmark has seen no such documents. “One does not simply vanish from Ostmarkian archives,” said Chancellor Alexander Besselman “You must file the proper paperwork.”

Despite the chaos—or perhaps because of it—Ostmark continues to function diplomatically, with a peculiar charm and a steadfast belief in its own version of events. “It’s like watching someone play chess on a map of the so.called Kadikistani Union, a Nation often mentioned by Ostmarkian archives” one foreign historian noted. “You know it makes no sense, but somehow, you respect the commitment.”

Back at the archives, Chief Archivist Kaltenegger sighs with contentment as she shelves an old treaty titled “Belgarsk Pact.”. “You know,” she says, dusting it lovingly, “history is not what happened. It’s what we remember happening—preferably with a nice coat of arms.”

 

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OSTMARKIAN PEACEKEEPER KILLED IN CALEDONIA WHILE CLEARING MINEFIELD NEAR VILLAGE SCHOOL
The Chancellor confirmed that Gessner’s remains will be returned aboard a military transport with full honors. His funeral will be conducted next week, with state and family representatives in attendance.

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By Heinrich Obenaus

BRENNAIN’S FORD (Southern Caledonia)– In the early light of Friday morning, beneath the broken clouds and rising summer heat of Caledonia’s wounded south, an Ostmarkian soldier gave his life so that others might live free of fear. Feldwebel Matthias Gessner (32), of Wien, died when a degraded anti-vehicle mine detonated during a humanitarian demining operation along a dirt path used daily by children walking to school.

The explosion echoed through the valley at 09:42 local time, breaking the silence of peace hard-won and reminding everyone — from soldiers to civilians — that in this land, the ghosts of war still sleep in the soil. Gessner, a veteran EOD (Explosive Ordnance Disposal) specialist deployed with the Ostmarkian-Cervian Humanitarian Relief - Task Force Caledonia (OCHRT-CAL), was described by comrades as "fearless, but never reckless. Humble, but quietly heroic."

His death is the first fatality suffered by Ostmark’s peacekeeping mission in Caledonia — a mission founded not on conquest, but on compassion. According to field reports, the blast occurred without warning. Despite meticulous safety protocols and the use of remote probes, the mine — long corroded, unstable, and partially buried under tree roots — triggered unexpectedly as Gessner approached. There was no time for last words.

“We all froze. And then we screamed his name,” said Gefreiter Elias Mittermeier, who stood just meters behind him. “He was doing what he always did — trying to make the world safer. And then he was gone.” No other soldiers or civilians were injured. But in the seconds that followed, something else happened.

The villagers came running. The people of Brennain’s Ford, a hamlet of 200 souls, many of whom have known nothing but hardship and recovery, responded not with fear or panic — but with grief and reverence. An impromptu vigil began before nightfall. Dozens arrived at the edge of the blast crater carrying candles, handwritten notes, children’s drawings, flowers, and even coins — a Caledonian custom for honoring protectors. Some wept. Others sang folk hymns. A woman knelt and whispered something in Ostmarkian. She had practiced the phrase for hours. “Danke, Bruder.” Thank you, brother. By morning, a trail of votive lights stretched from the blast site to the village school. Local leaders announced that the newly-cleared road would be renamed "Gessner’s Way." A memorial plaque is already being forged by the village blacksmith, bearing his name, rank, and the words: "He walked ahead of us so our children could follow."

Back in Wien, the mood is heavy. Chancellor Alexander Besselman, visibly moved, issued a solemn national statement from the Palast der Republik courtyard: “Feldwebel Gessner died not for glory or gain — but for a future without fear. He did not carry a rifle. He carried hope. He was a son of Ostmark — and now, forever, a son of Caledonia.” The Chancellor confirmed that Gessner’s remains will be returned aboard a military transport with full honors. His funeral will be conducted next week, with state and family representatives in attendance.

The Ministry of Defense of the Republic of Ostmark ordered all Ostmarkian peacekeeping installations abroad to lower their flags to half-mast for 48 hours. At Camp Ostmark, where Gessner was stationed, his bunk remains untouched. A photograph of him — smiling awkwardly, sleeves rolled, dirt on his boots — now sits surrounded by flowers, medals, and handwritten tributes from soldiers and civilians alike. “We keep clearing the path,” said Major General Heinrich Bauer, commander of OCHRT-CAL. “Because he believed in what we’re doing. Because peace cannot grow on a battlefield — it must be planted by hands willing to risk everything.”

Operations will continue. But for those who knew Gessner, they will now walk every trail more slowly, more carefully, and with one less brother at their side. Tonight, the hills around Brennain’s Ford will be quiet. But in the chapel tent of Camp Ostmark, his name will be spoken. A bell will ring. And somewhere in a valley where children now walk in safety, the ground he gave his life to clear will remember his footsteps. He did not die in war. He died so war could end.

 

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GLORY TO THE REPUBLIC - GLORY TO OSTMARK!
Ostmark: A Beacon of Freedom, Democracy, and the Democratic Socialist Republic.

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By Heinrich Obenaus

WIEN (Ostmark) - In an age of uncertainty — when empires cast long shadows, when populists raise the banners of division, and when the very idea of democracy is challenged by cynicism and apathy — there stands a nation undeterred by fear, unmoved by the tides of authoritarian temptation. That nation is the Republic of Ostmark. Proud. Sovereign. Democratic. Social. A republic of the people, by the people, and — above all — for the people.

To understand what Ostmark is today, one must look back — not to dynasties or ancient thrones, but to a movement of citizens, workers, farmers, teachers, and thinkers who cast off the weight of autocracy and built a new, noble experiment in self-government. When the monarchy fell and the First Republic rose in 1959, it did not rise upon a whim or a moment of opportunism. It rose upon a conviction: that the people are sovereign. That the Res Publica — the common good — belongs to no king, no party, no interest group, but to every citizen equally.

In this sacred commitment, Ostmark declared itself not only a Republic — but the Republic. And not just any republic. A social republic. From its rebirth in the ashes of tyranny, Ostmark chose a path that few dared to walk: a democratic socialism that placed human dignity above profit, community above greed, and justice above expediency. The pillars were laid stone by stone: universal healthcare. Free education. Strong workers’ rights. Powerful unions. Public transport that connected even the most remote valleys. Housing that was not a privilege, but a right. This wasn’t ideology — it was identity.

Ask any Ostmarkian what it means to be a citizen of the Republic of Ostmark, and they’ll likely speak of Gleichheit and Solidarität — equality and solidarity. Of public parks where children of all backgrounds play side by side. Of pensioners who are not discarded but respected. Of a state that doesn’t watch from above, but walks alongside its people. Ostmarkian Republicanism is not a slogan. It’s not a partisan creed. It is a civic religion, held together not by dogma, but by the unbreakable belief that the strength of a nation lies in the dignity of its people.

While others flirt with illiberalism, Ostmark defends its democratic institutions with a fervour bordering on the sacred. The National Assembly may not always be harmonious — and the debates may stretch long into the night — but every voice is heard, every vote is counted, and every citizen knows that their voice matters.

From the marble halls of the Nationalrat to the town square assemblies in mountain villages, democracy in Ostmark is alive, breathing, and utterly unashamed of its idealism. Here, elections are not mere formalities — they are celebrations. Here, the Chancellor walks humbly before the Constitution. Here, the press is not “the enemy” — it is the fourth pillar of the Republic. Here, protest is not a threat — it is the birthright of a free people. And yes — democracy is sometimes slow, chaotic, and frustrating. But in Ostmark, we do not trade liberty for ease. We do not sacrifice freedom for speed. We would rather walk together, slowly, than march swiftly into darkness.

It has not been an easy road. The Days of Sorrow still echo in our hearts. We remember the breadlines, the joblessness, the despair. But we also remember how the people stood tall. How the Republic did not fall. How solidarity prevailed. Under Chancellor Walter Eidman, the people reclaimed hope. Under Chancellor Karina Berger, they rebuilt stability. And now, under Chancellor Alexander Besselman, Ostmark stands tall — not as a superpower, but as a moral power. A power of peacekeeping, compassion, and unyielding democratic values.

In Caledonia, Ostmarkian peacekeepers walk mine-laden fields not with weapons drawn, but with open hands and cautious hearts. In Südinsel, the Republic’s hand remains extended — not to command, but to embrace. In the international community, Ostmark’s quiet diplomacy, firm principles, and unwavering support for human rights speak louder than any fleet or warplane. We do not shout. We do not impose. But we stand. For humanity. For solidarity.

The tricolour of the Republic — black for the martyrs of the republic, gold for their unity and red for the courage of the people — still flies above every schoolhouse and embassy, every fire station and hospital, every remote village and bustling city.

It is more than a flag. It is a promise.

To every child born today, Ostmark says: you will be educated. You will be cared for. You will be free. You will belong.
To every worker: you will not be exploited. You will be heard. You will not be alone.
To every citizen: this Republic is yours. Guard it. Love it. Shape it.

Ostmark does not pretend to be perfect. We argue. We stumble. We disagree. But we do so as a family — a Volksgemeinschaft, a family, bound not by blood or tribe, but by commitment to the Republic.

In our cafés and factories, in our universities and cooperatives, in our parliament and our pubs, Ostmark breathes life into an idea that others have long since buried:

That freedom and justice are possible. That the state and the people can walk side by side. That the future is not written by the powerful — but by the united.

So yes — we sing our anthem with tears in our eyes.
Yes — we raise our fists and our voices when the Republic is threatened.
And yes — we believe, perhaps stubbornly, that democracy is worth the fight.

Because we are Ostmarkians.
Because we remember.
Because we choose to hope.

GLORY TO THE REPUBLIC.
GLORY TO OSTMARK.

 

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CHANCELLOR BESSELMAN VISITS CAMP OSTMARK AS PEACE RETURNS TO CALEDONIA.
Besselman: "We celebrate the end of suffering. And we promise, from this sacred soil, that Ostmark will never leave your side."

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By Heinrich Obenaus

CAMP OSTMARK (Dun Eydinn) – The guns have fallen silent in Caledonia. Amidst fog rising over fields once scarred by war, the Kingdom of Justosia ceased to exist. Its government, long isolated, brutal, and embattled, has collapsed under the weight of its own cruelty and failure. But the most powerful moment came not from the news itself—but from the unexpected arrival of Chancellor Alexander Besselman, who landed by helicopter at Camp Ostmark in Dun Eydinn just as the first rays of sunlight broke over the hills.

Flanked by peacekeepers in their iconic blue helmets, and greeted by applause, Besselman walked among the troops—not as a distant head of government, but as a brother returning to his kin at the end of a storm. It was his first visit to Caledonia since the beginning of Ostmark’s humanitarian mission in late 2024, and his presence could not have come at a more symbolic time.

“Today,” said Besselman, standing atop a sandbagged podium adorned with both the Ostmarkian tricolour and the Caledonian flag, “We celebrate the end of suffering. And we promise, from this sacred soil, that Ostmark will never leave your side—not until the last stone is lifted, the last wound is healed, and the last child of Caledonia knows peace again.” The Chancellor’s voice cracked with emotion. Many soldiers, even hardened by months of operations, could be seen wiping tears from their faces. And among the local civilians invited to the camp, the applause that followed was thunderous and pure.

The collapse of the Kingdom of Justosia—long regarded as the most repressive and violent faction in the Caledonian conflict—came suddenly. After weeks of internal dissent, fuel shortages, desertions, and a mass uprising in the capital city of Avalon, the regime fell like a house of cards. No resistance. No final stand. Just silence—and freedom. Coalition sources confirmed that Justosian forces have ceased all organized combat. Surrendering troops are being processed and disarmed. Coalition leadership in northern Caledonia has declared the formal end of the war.

In the midst of chaos stands the Ostmarkian-Cervian Humanitarian Relief - Task Force Caledonia (OCHRT-CAL), now reinforced by Nicosian observers and hailed internationally as a model for ethical, effective peacekeeping. Composed of Ostmarkian troops, Cervians, and supported by doctors, engineers, and civilian experts, the task force is not leaving. “Our mission does not end because the guns have stopped,” declared Major General Heinrich Bauer, commander of OCHRT-CAL, standing beside Chancellor Besselman. “Now we build, we heal, we help restore not only homes and roads—but trust”. Since its deployment, OCHRT-CAL has cleared over 1,200 mines, evacuated more than 33,000 civilians from frontline zones, and delivered over 900 tons of humanitarian aid. In the small town of Bolly, locals have begun calling them “the Blue Angels.” In Karnwaith, murals of Ostmarkian soldiers carrying children to safety adorn the walls of homes once riddled with bullet holes.

Besselman’s surprise visit to Caledonia is already being described as one of the most powerful moments in modern Ostmarkian diplomacy. His presence reminded every soldier, every medic, every aide worker, that they are not alone. He later visited several destroyed villages now being rebuilt with Ostmarkian assistance. In a small hamlet of less than 100 souls, a young Caledonian girl ran up and handed him a letter—drawn in crayons—showing Ostmarkian and Caledonian flags holding hands. “Our Republic was born from ruin once,” Besselman said before departing. “We know what it means to suffer, and we know what it means to rise again. The Caledonian people will not walk this path alone. For as long as they need us, we will stay.”

As his helicopter lifted off from Camp Ostmark, soldiers and civilians waved him goodbye. For many in Caledonia, it was a moment they will never forget: a leader not behind glass walls, but among them, shoulder to shoulder, sharing the dust, the pain, and the hope. And for Ostmarkians watching at home, pride overflowed. Not pride in conquest. Pride in compassion. In the knowledge that their Republic—once nearly broken in the “Days of Sorrow”—now stands tall as a beacon of peace and of human dignity.

 

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"AND SO WE LEAVE-BUT NEVER TRULY DEPART"
Ostmarkian Peacekeepers Say Farewell to Caledonia After 9 Months of Brotherhood, Sacrifice, and Hope.

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By Heinrich Obenaus

DUN EYDINN (Southern Caledonia) - The roads of Southern Caledonia were lined with people today—not to protest, not to flee, but to say farewell. Farewell to the men and women of the Republic of Ostmark, who came not with banners of conquest or fear, but with open hands, steady hearts, and an unwavering commitment to peace. After 9 months of service, the peacekeepers of the Ostmarkian-Cervian Humanitarian Relief Task Force Caledonia (OCHRT-CAL) have begun their final departure from the war-torn hills and towns of a land that has slowly begun to heal.

What unfolded in Dun Eydinn this morning was not merely a military farewell; it was a farewell of families to family, of brothers to brothers, of two peoples forever changed by the shared experience of war, survival, and peace.

“They Came When No One Else Would”- Before the sun had risen, tens of thousands of Caledonian civilians had gathered outside Camp Ostmark, many having walked for hours, some for days, to see the departing peacekeepers one last time. Children wore handmade Ostmarkian flags as capes, elders held flowers and hand-stitched banners, and entire villages arrived together, singing old folk songs that now included new verses about the “Eastern Brothers”—a name Caledonians gave the Ostmarkians, not out of geography, but of love.

“They came when we were dying,” whispered Eilean McAllister, a grandmother from Tor Brae, as she clutched a photo of her home being rebuilt by Ostmarkian engineers. “They stayed when others left. They walked with us. And now, we walk with them to say goodbye.”

Inside the camp, Major General Heinrich Bauer, the final commanding officer of OCHRT-CAL, addressed his troops. Behind him, the Ostmarkian tricolor flew alongside the blue banner of the OCHRT-CAL, both to be lowered in the hours to come. His voice was solemn, but proud. “You came to this land in its darkest hour. You brought light. You carried the values of our Republic with dignity and courage. And now, we leave—not in triumph, but in love, knowing we did all we could.”

Among the crowd, Rhys MacDonagh, a farmer from Glenshee, held tightly to the arm of Sergeant Lukas Baumann, who had helped rescue his family from a burning barn during a night raid early in the war. “He didn’t ask who we were. He didn’t care if we had anything to give. He came through the smoke, carried my daughter to safety, and stayed with us for days. He was more than a soldier—he was my brother.” Baumann, visibly emotional, embraced MacDonagh and simply said: “We will meet again.”

In Caerwyn, where Ostmarkian medical teams established a field hospital, Dr. Annalena Fürst treated over 1,200 civilians, many of them children. As she packed her final medical kits, families queued to thank her, offering her gifts of local cloth, carved trinkets, and tears. “How can I leave them?” she said, her voice breaking. “They taught me more about courage than I ever thought possible.”

At 10:00 AM, the gates of Camp Ostmark opened, and the first convoy of departing vehicles began to move. The crowd erupted—not in cheers, but in silent salutes, hands placed over hearts, tears streaming down faces. Along the entire 10-kilometer route to the airfield, people stood shoulder to shoulder, singing and waving as the vehicles passed.

On balconies, rooftops, and in parks, Caledonians held signs that read “Thank You, Ostmark”, and “Brothers Forever.” Many Ostmarkian soldiers were seen weeping openly, reaching out to grasp the hands of those who lined the streets. “We’re not leaving strangers,” said Lieutenant Erik Stein, looking out from his transport. “We’re leaving family.”

The Final Ceremony: “You Did Not Just Save Our Lives – You Restored Our Souls”- At Dun Eydinn Airfield, a ceremony of farewell was held, attended by Caledonian leaders, local elders, and representatives of international peacekeeping forces. At its center stood Chancellor Alexander Besselman, who had returned to Caledonia to mark this moment of history.

Dressed simply in the olive coat of an Ostmarkian field officer, he addressed the assembled peacekeepers and civilians: “You did not come here to make history. But you have. Not with weapons, but with compassion. Not with power, but with dignity. Caledonia is no longer broken. It is rising—because of what you have done.”

Turning to the Caledonian people, Besselman continued: “We did not come to rule, nor to divide. We came because we believe that every nation deserves peace, freedom, and the chance to dream. You are no longer victims. You are survivors. You are free. Our peacekeepers return home today—but our engineers, doctors, and teachers will remain. Ostmark will walk with you, in every field you plant, every road you rebuild, and every child who dares to hope.” As the final flag was lowered and folded, the crowd broke into spontaneous applause—and song. For the last time, the Caledonian people sang “The Ballad of the Eastern Eagle”, a tribute to their Ostmarkian protectors.

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Back in Ostmark, the nation stood still. In Wien, Republikplatz overflowed with thousands, watching live broadcasts of the departure ceremony. Across the Republic, church bells rang, and families lit candles in their windows, in honor of the peacekeepers returning home. The National Assembly declared July 31st a Day of Brotherhood, to be marked each year in memory of the mission, and in celebration of Ostmark’s enduring commitment to peace and human dignity. “You have honored our Republic,” Chancellor Besselman said as he returned to Wien with the final contingent. “And you have shown the world who we are. We are the Republic. We are Ostmark.”

As the last plane lifted off from Dun Eydinn Airfield, the people below waved until it disappeared from view. Children wept. Elders bowed their heads. But there was no despair—only pride, and love. “Ostmark did not come to occupy,” said Lachlan Eirwyn, a community leader from Dun Eydinn. “They came to heal. And when the time came, they left—not because they had to, but because they had given us everything we needed to stand on our own.”

In Caledonia, Ostmark will never truly be gone. In every school built, in every bridge restored, in every child who plays freely once again—the Republic lives on. And in Ostmark, the people know: they answered the call of history, and left behind something eternal. Not victory, but love. Not power, but peace.

GLORY TO THE REPUBLIC.
GLORY TO OSTMARK.
GLORY TO CALEDONIA.

 

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THE HEART OF OSTMARK: LIFE IN THE MOUNTAIN VILLAGES
To walk through a village in rural Ostmark is to walk through living history—a place where bells still chime, where bread is baked daily, and where people rise and sleep with the sun.

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By Heinrich Obenaus

WIEN (Ostmark) - From the high valleys the quiet shores of remote mountain lakes, life in rural Ostmark moves to a rhythm older than the country itself—a rhythm of seasons, of mountain winds, and of people who live close to the land, to each other, and to tradition. While the bustling capital of Wien is the country’s political and economic center, it is in the small towns and alpine villages where the spirit of Ostmark beats most steadily.

Nearly three-quarters of Ostmark is mountainous, dominated by the rugged peaks of the Nordbergen and Südberge ranges. Between these steep, forested slopes lie green valleys where villages have nestled for centuries. Communities such as Wilhelmstadt am See, perched along the crystal waters of the Wilhelmsee, and Ludwigstadt am See, its sister town further south, are both postcard-perfect and very real. They are places where stone farmhouses and wooden chalets line narrow cobbled streets, and church bells still mark the passing hours.

Despite modernization, much of rural Ostmark retains a timeless quality. Electricity, internet, and roads are present—but the pace of life is slow. People know each other by name, and strangers are greeted with a polite nod or a warm “Grüß Gott.” Village squares remain hubs of daily life, where farmers sell fresh produce, children ride bicycles, and elderly men sit on benches sharing stories about snowfall and harvests past.

Take Jakob Fendrich, a 58-year-old farmer from the hamlet of Oberfeld, a hillside community above Wilhelmstadt. Jakob rises before dawn each day to tend to his herd of sturdy Ostmarkian alpine cows known for their thick coats and rich milk. His farm, passed down through five generations, is a modest affair—just thirty cows, a few pigs, and an orchard of apple trees clinging to the southern slope.

Jakob’s cows are not just livestock—they are companions. Each has a name: Liesel, Greta, Rosl, and Marta are some of the herd he calls to as they descend from the summer pasture. “I know each one by her voice,” Jakob says with a smile, scratching Liesel’s ears. In the summer months, he leads them to high mountain meadows where the cows graze freely on wild herbs and grasses, producing the milk that becomes a sharp mountain cheese beloved across the country.

Jakob’s wife, Hannelore, manages the orchard and the small garden that provides most of their vegetables. In autumn, she and her neighbors harvest hundreds of kilos of Ostmarkian apples, which are pressed into juice, turned into preserves, or sold at the weekly market in Wilhelmstadt. “It’s honest work,” she says. “You feel the sun, the wind, the soil. That’s how life should be.”

Further south, near Lugwigstadt am See, live the Lang family, shepherds for as long as records go back. Every spring, Anton Lang, aged 34, leads his flock of white alpine sheeps up the winding trails of the Südberge, following a route known as the Hirtenpfad, or Shepherd’s Path. His grandfather walked the same path with sheep and dogs, and so did his great-grandfather before him.

Each summer, Anton lives for three months in a Berghütte—a stone and timber hut with no electricity, perched above 1,500 meters. From here, he watches over 400 sheep, protecting them from storms and, increasingly in recent years, wolves that have returned to the highlands. “They were gone for a century,” Anton notes, “but now they’re back. We respect them, but we have to be vigilant.” Despite challenges, Anton would not trade his life for any other. “I have the stars above me at night, the wind in the grass, and silence. That is wealth to me.”

Rural Ostmarkians are fiercely proud of their local traditions. Each village has its own Feiertage (festive days), often tied to the agricultural calendar. In early autumn, towns celebrate the return of livestock from the high pastures. Cows are adorned with floral crowns and bells, and the entire community gathers for food, music, and dance. Nature is not just scenery—it is sacred. Forests, lakes, and mountains are protected and respected. Hunting, fishing, and forestry are tightly regulated and considered acts of stewardship. Children learn from a young age about local flora and fauna, and school hikes into the wilderness are a regular part of education.

In the small village of Eichenried nestled in a remote valley, 12-year-old Lukas Heider recently won a school essay contest for his writing on “The Life of the Red Fox.” His prize? A guided hike with the village ranger and an apprenticeship offer from the local forestry office. “We don’t just live in nature,” says Lukas’s teacher, Frau Brenner, “we live with it.”

Life in the mountains is not without hardship. Winters can be long and isolating, and many villages are seeing population decline as younger Ostmarkians move to Wien or Danstadt for work. Some villages have lost their schools and post offices. Still, initiatives are underway to revitalize rural communities, with the Republic investing in digital infrastructure, rural healthcare, and eco-tourism. In Neusteg, once threatened with abandonment, a cooperative bakery opened last year, creating jobs and drawing visitors with its traditional wood-fired bread. “We can survive,” says Mayor Anja Leitner, “if we honor our past and adapt for the future.”

To walk through a village in rural Ostmark is to walk through living history—a place where bells still chime, where bread is baked daily, and where people rise and sleep with the sun. These communities, bound by kinship, tradition, and respect for the land, are the quiet heart of the Republic.

As Chancellor Alexander Besselman recently said during a visit to Wilhelmstadt: “Ostmark is not just Wien and government buildings. It is these hills, these farms, these lakes. It is the people who live simply and honestly, who carry our culture, our values, and our hope forward.” and in the slow rhythm of rural life, in the herds of cows grazing under the alpine sun, and in the laughter of children by the lake shore, one finds Ostmark—not as an idea, but as a living, breathing reality.

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CATASTROPHE IN WILHELMSEE PROVINCE
HINTERSEE DAM COLLAPSES, HUNDREDS FEARED DEAD.
STAATSPRÄSIDENT ALBRECHT ASKS INTERNATIONAL COMMUNITY FOR HELP:
"WE FEAR MANY THOUSANDS ARE MISSING"

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By Heinrich Obenaus

WILHELMSEE (Ostmark) - Our nation is facing what may become the gravest disaster in its history after the sudden and complete collapse of the Hintersee Dam in the mountainous southern province of Wilhelmsee in the early hours of this afternoon. Although the full extent of the tragedy is still unknown, initial reports from emergency services paint a devastating picture: entire villages have been swept away, roads and bridges obliterated, and thousands of residents cut off from any contact with the outside world. Authorities fear the death toll could climb well into the hundreds once rescuers are able to reach the affected areas.

The collapse occurred at approximately 14:27 local time, when the massive hydroelectric dam — the largest in the country — gave way without warning. The resulting torrent of water thundered down the narrow alpine valley, engulfing everything in its path.

The villages of Wilhelmstadt and Ludwigstadt am See lie directly in the flood path, and initial aerial reconnaissance by the Landwehr suggests that they have suffered catastrophic damage. Aerial images, though blurred by heavy mist, show rooftops barely visible above a thick, brown layer of mud and debris. Entire sections of forest have been ripped from the mountainsides.

Chancellor Alexander Besselman convened an emergency session of the government cabinet and immediately declared a national state of emergency. Speaking briefly to the press outside the Palast der Republik, he said: “We are mobilising every resource at the nation’s disposal — the Landwehr, the Technisches Hilfswerk, the Feuerwehr, provincial emergency services, and thousands of volunteers. Our only priority now is to save lives. We will not rest until every possible survivor has been reached.”

The Civil Protection confirmed that specialised search-and-rescue teams, equipped with heavy machinery and search dogs, are already being airlifted into the disaster zone. However, access remains extremely difficult. Several key access roads have been washed away, and landslides triggered by the dam collapse have blocked mountain passes. Helicopter crews from the Landwehr’s air wing are ferrying in rescue teams and evacuating the injured where possible.

Officials in Wilhelmsee Province report that telecommunication lines have been severed across much of the affected region. Mobile phone coverage is down, leaving families desperate for news of relatives in the flood zone. Amateur radio operators in nearby towns have been assisting the Territorial Defense Force in relaying messages to Wien. One rescue coordinator of Wien's Feuerwehr said: “Right now, we are working blind. We know the dam has failed, we know the flood path, but we don’t yet know how many people made it out in time.” Authorities are warning that the number of missing persons is likely to be in the thousands until full contact is restored. In many of the smaller villages, residents would have had only minutes — or seconds — of warning before the flood struck.

In a solemn address broadcast nationwide, Staatspräsident Karl Albrecht urged Ostmarkians to “stand together as one people” in the face of the unfolding tragedy. “This afternoon, our nation has suffered a blow that will be remembered for generations. The waters of Hintersee have torn away homes, livelihoods, and, we fear, countless lives. But they will not wash away our courage, our unity, or our resolve to help those in need. In this hour, we are calling upon the international community for assistance — for equipment, for personnel, for expertise — to join us and help us in the most urgent rescue operation in our history.”

Across the country, local Feuerwehr brigades and THW units have been ordered to assemble and stand ready for deployment. The Ministry of Infrastructure has confirmed that engineers will be dispatched as soon as conditions allow, both to stabilise the damaged terrain and to ensure no further secondary disasters occur. As the rescue effort continues into the night, the situation remains dangerously unstable. Heavy rain is forecast for the next 48 hours, raising fears of further landslides and complicating the work of rescue teams.

 

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DEATH TOLL SURGES PAST 827 IN OSTMARK’S DARKEST HOUR
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WILHELMSEE (Ostmark) – The true scale of the catastrophe in the Wilhelmsee Province is beginning to emerge, and it is worse than anyone feared. Authorities now confirm at least 827 dead in the wake of the dam collapse that sent a wall of water and mud roaring through the Hochland mountains. More than 4,000 remain missing, and rescue teams warn that many of those unaccounted for may never be found. Entire villages were obliterated in minutes, leaving nothing but splintered wood, twisted metal, and fields of grey silt where homes once stood.

Chancellor Alexander Besselman addressed the nation this night, calling the disaster “the greatest tragedy in living memory for our nation”. His voice heavy with emotion, the Chancellor pledged “every possible effort, every available hand, and every resource” to saving lives and aiding survivors. The Landwehr, Technisches Hilfswerk (THW), Feuerwehr, and thousands of volunteers are now working shoulder to shoulder, digging through the wreckage with excavators, shovels, and bare hands.

International assistance has begun to arrive, as nations across the world respond to the Staatspräsident’s urgent appeal for help. Foreign rescue specialists, heavy equipment, medical teams, and humanitarian supplies are pouring into Ostmark, supplementing the relentless work of local forces. Convoys loaded with food, clean water, blankets, and fuel are streaming toward the disaster zone, even as landslides and broken roads make every kilometer a battle.

Witnesses describe scenes of unspeakable destruction. In the village of Neusteg, only the church bell tower remains standing above the mud. In Eichenried, rescue teams found survivors huddled in an attic, the rest of their home swept away. Across the valley, livestock lie half-buried in silt, and uprooted trees mark the path of the flood. “I was milking the cows when I heard the roar,” said one survivor, his clothes still caked in dried mud. “The ground shook, the water came, and in seconds the barn and house were gone. My wife was inside.”

Emergency shelters in nearby towns are overflowing, with survivors wrapped in blankets, staring in stunned silence at the chaos around them. In the high-altitude villages, helicopters are dropping supplies to people who have been cut off.

 

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DEATH TOLL CLIMBS TO 1,452
THOUSANDS MISSING AS RESCUE EFFORTS INTENSIFY
RESCUERS BATTLE MUD, WRECKAGE, AND TIME TO FIND SURVIVORS IN THE RUINS

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By Heinrich Obenaus

WILHELMSEE (Ostmark) – As the clock struck midnight in Ostmark, the magnitude of the Hintersee Dam disaster grew even darker. The official death toll has risen to 1,452 confirmed fatalities, with at least 3,000 people still unaccounted for beneath the mud, debris, and frigid waters that swallowed entire villages. Authorities fear the numbers will continue to rise as search teams dig through what survivors have described as “a graveyard of earth and silence.”

The destruction remains total in Wilhelmstadt and Ludwigstadt am See, Neusteg, and Eichenried — picturesque lakeside communities that have now been erased from the map. What were once alpine streets and market squares are now barren expanses of brown sludge, broken timber, and twisted steel. The air smells of wet earth and diesel fuel, as hundreds of vehicles and rescue machines churn through the night in a desperate bid to reach those who might still be alive.

The international response to the catastrophe has been swift and substantial. In addition to earlier pledges, the Federation of Sylvania, the Republic of Nanuka, and the Josepanian Empire have dispatched personnel, equipment, and expertise to the disaster zone. Landwehr engineers and THW (Technisches Hilfswerk) teams are now working side by side with these foreign contingents, united by the same mission: to find the living, recover the dead, and bring relief to the survivors.

In Wilhelmstadt, the Feuerwehr has been cutting through meters of mud and wreckage with shovels, hydraulic spreaders, and even bare hands. The sludge is treacherous, swallowing tools and pulling rescuers down to their knees. The smell of wet timber mixes with smoke from portable generators, and every so often, the quiet is broken by the bark of a rescue dog signaling a potential find.

Late last night, a THW team — aided by Hanseatic engineers — pulled a 72-year-old man from what used to be his cellar. He had survived for nearly 30 hours in an air pocket, drinking rainwater that seeped through the collapsed roof. In Ludwigstadt am See, Landwehr soldiers located a young mother and her 3-year-old son clinging to an overturned wardrobe that had wedged itself between the walls of a collapsed farmhouse.

In Eichenried, Pelasgian heavy excavators cleared a route for ambulances to reach a cluster of homes that had been stranded by a wall of debris. Four residents were found alive inside, huddled together for warmth in total darkness.

Large sections of the disaster zone remain without power. The collapse of the dam destroyed key transmission lines, and the wave of destruction tore out cell towers, leaving survivors and rescuers alike cut off from the outside world. Landwehr teams are moving in portable generators to power emergency lighting and restore electricity to field hospitals and command posts. However, most residents are still in complete darkness, relying on flashlights and candles.

Cellphone coverage is non-existent across most of Wilhelmsee Province. The government is rushing to deploy temporary communications units to allow coordination between rescue teams and to give survivors the chance to contact their families.

Chancellor Alexander Besselman, speaking from the crisis coordination center in Wilhelmsee Province, reiterated that this is the largest loss of life in the history of the Republic of Ostmark. “Our people are enduring the darkest night of their lives,” he said, “but they are not alone. The hands reaching into the mud are Ostmarkian and foreign alike, and every one of them carries the same hope — to save another life.” Staatspräsident Karl Albrecht echoed the sentiment, pledging that “no effort will be spared, no corner left unchecked” in the race to find survivors.

As rescue lights continue to pierce the mountain darkness, the silence is broken only by the hum of engines, the clatter of shovels, and — occasionally — the cheers that erupt when another human life is pulled from the mire. In these moments, hope still breathes in Wilhelmsee.

 

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Nicosia will send a field hospital unit and will send some of our helicopter fleet to aid in supply and relief effort. Our hearts and prayers are with the people impacted by this horrific tragedy and we are prepared to offer any
further assistance as needed.


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ADDRESS TO THE NATION BY STAATSPRÄSIDENT KARL ALBRECHT

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Fellow citizens of the Republic,
Brothers and sisters of Ostmark,

Tonight I speak to you with a heart heavy with grief, yet burning with the same resolve that has sustained our Republic through famine, crisis, and despair. The tragedy that has struck our beloved homeland in the Hintersee Valley is without precedent in our history. Entire villages — Wilhelmstadt, Ludwigstadt am See, Neusteg, Eichenried — have been swept away in moments, erased by the torrent. Thousands of our fellow citizens lie buried under mud and debris, thousands more remain missing. More than a thousand confirmed dead.

We are living through Ostmark’s darkest hour.

But I tell you this: the measure of a nation is not taken in times of peace and comfort. It is taken in moments such as these — when our hearts are shattered, when our hands are trembling, when the earth itself seems to betray us. It is now, at this very hour, that we must show the world and ourselves that the spirit of our Republic cannot be broken.

To the families who have lost loved ones: I speak to you not only as your Staatspräsident, but as a fellow Ostmarkian. I cannot take away your pain, but I give you this solemn pledge — your loved ones will never be forgotten. Their names will be written into the story of this nation. The Fatherland will mourn them as its own children, for they were part of our great national family.

And to those still trapped beneath the mud, the rubble, the wreckage — we are coming for you. Every soldier of the Landwehr, every firefighter, every THW rescuer, every doctor and nurse, every volunteer — they are moving heaven and earth to reach you. Day and night, they work in the cold, in the rain, in the silence of shattered towns, listening for the faintest cry for help. They will not stop until the last survivor is brought to safety, until the last victim is given the dignity of being found.

Citizens of the Republic, this is a call to arms — not with rifles and steel, but with compassion, with unity, with the courage that is our inheritance. I call on every able hand in Ostmark: if you can dig, dig. If you can cook, feed those who work. If you can give blood, give it. If you can open your home to the homeless, open it. In this hour, there is no city, no village, no valley — only one Fatherland.

Already, the world is watching and standing with us. Aid is arriving from friendly nations near and far — soldiers, medics, heavy machinery, food, blankets, medicines. They come because they know the heart of Ostmark; they come because they remember the times when we gave, even when we had little to give. Now, we must match their generosity with our own courage.

To the Pannonian and Caledonian families in our cities — I have seen your sons and daughters in the mud, side by side with ours. I know your histories; I know the wars and tragedies that once tore your homelands apart. I know that when you cried for help, Ostmark was there, our peacekeepers stood in your streets. And now you thank us not with words, but with action, and the Republic thanks you as brothers and sisters.

I tell you, Ostmark will survive this. The waters will recede. The mud will be cleared. Homes will rise again. Laughter will once more echo in the streets of Wilhelmstadt and Ludwigstadt. And when our grandchildren ask us how we endured this catastrophe, we will tell them: we endured because we stood together.

My fellow Ostmarkians, we are the children of the Eastern March. Our ancestors tamed forests, crossed mountains, tilled stubborn soil, fought tyrants, and survived the coldest winters in the history of this continent. Their courage is our inheritance. And now it is our turn to pass it on.

I ask you, my fellow Ostmarkians — in this hour of grief, let us show the world what it means to be a citizen of the Republic. Stand with your neighbors. Help the stranger. Do not despair, for despair is the enemy of life.

Tonight, as we bow our heads for the lost, let us also lift our eyes to the horizon of tomorrow. From the ruins, we will build anew. From the sorrow, we will forge an unbreakable unity. And from this darkest hour will come a dawn that will shine on a stronger, prouder, and more united Ostmark. Stand tall. Stand united. And may the love for our Fatherland be our shield in this hour of grief.

GLORY TO THE REPUBLIC.
GLORY TO OSTMARK.

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AFTER THE FLOOD, THE TEARS
Hintersee death toll reaches 5,873; Ostmark mourns as it begins to rebuild.

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By Heinrich Obenaus

WILHELMSEE (Ostmark) - The sun set tonight over a valley that no longer exists as it did just one week ago. The waters of the Hintersee have receded, but the destruction they left behind stretches for miles — flattened villages, upturned roads, entire neighborhoods buried in a thick crust of mud and debris. The government has now confirmed the death toll at 5,873, with 1,142 people still missing. For our Republic, this is the greatest loss of life in living memory.

Since the moment the dam broke, Ostmark has lived in a state of shared grief and unyielding determination. From the first hours after the torrent swept down the valley, people came — from every corner of Ostmark, from far beyond its borders, from places that had never before set foot on this soil — to dig, to carry, to search, to hold the hands of the dying, and to pull the living from the wreckage. There was no pause to ask where anyone was from; the only question was, “Where do you need me?”

In the darkness of the first night, illuminated only by headlamps and the glow of rescue flares, the first survivors were found clinging to rooftops, stranded in the bare skeletons of their homes. In the days that followed, rescuers pushed deeper into the wreckage. They dug with shovels, with their hands, sometimes with nothing but buckets to move the mud. There were moments of heartbreak when silence followed their calls — and moments of joy when, against all odds, faint voices answered back. One elderly woman was pulled alive after five days trapped in a collapsed house, saved by the strangers who would not give up calling her name.

The work was ceaseless. Local firefighters stood side by side with soldiers, police, doctors, and civilians who had never worn a uniform. Volunteers arrived in pickup trucks and old vans, some with nothing more than a pair of gloves and a will to help. Convoys of trucks brought food, blankets, and medicine into the disaster zone. Generators were hauled over broken roads to light the night and power the field hospitals that rose in schoolyards and churchyards. The air was filled with the constant hum of helicopters ferrying the injured to safety, and the shouts of coordination between teams that spoke different languages but moved as one.

The solidarity extended beyond the borders of the Republic. The call for help was answered instantly by a wave of humanity that brought not only equipment and supplies, but expertise and compassion. Entire teams of foreign engineers and rescue specialists worked side by side with Ostmarkians, sleeping in the same tents, eating at the same makeshift tables, and sharing the same grief when the search ended in the recovery of another body. In the midst of devastation, the Hintersee valley became a place where the world converged not in competition or politics, but in the common cause of saving lives and honoring the dead.

Chancellor Alexander Besselman, in an address broadcast this evening, spoke with visible emotion. “We are a nation in mourning. We have lost mothers, fathers, children, friends, neighbors — nearly six thousand souls. But in this moment of darkness, we have witnessed the brightest light of humanity. We have seen strangers embrace like family, and we have seen the world come to our aid as if our grief were their own. We will rebuild. We will live on for them.”

Staatspräsident Karl Albrecht, at a memorial ceremony in the ruins of Wilhelmstadt am See, echoed those sentiments. “The floodwaters took from us entire worlds, but they could not take away the spirit that binds us. I have seen with my own eyes the courage of our people and the kindness of those who came to help us. This week has shown us that the Ostmark is not alone. We have stood together — and in that unity, we will find the strength to heal.”

In the valley, grief is everywhere. A handwritten wall of names grows each day in what remains of Wilhelmstadt’s main square. Children draw pictures of their missing classmates on scraps of cardboard. Families light candles at the edge of the mud where their homes once stood. Yet alongside the grief is a quiet pride. People speak not only of what they lost, but of what they saw — neighbors working through the night, strangers arriving with hot food, rescuers refusing to leave until every corner was searched.

As the initial rescue phase ends, Ostmark enters two weeks of national mourning. Flags will fly at half-mast, church bells will toll, and across the country, moments of silence will be observed. The tragedy of the Hintersee Dam collapse will remain a scar on our nation’s heart for generations. But it will also be remembered as the moment when a country, and a world, stood together — and refused to let despair have the final word.

 

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NATIONALRAT APPROVES NEW COAT OF ARMS OF THE REPUBLIC
For the first time in more than six decades, Ostmark has chosen to renew one of its national symbols.

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By Heinrich Obenaus

WIEN (Ostmark) - In a historic vote today, the Nationalrat approved the adoption of a new coat of arms for the Republic, a powerful emblem designed to reflect the land, the people, and the indomitable spirit of the fatherland. For the first time in more than six decades, Ostmark has chosen to renew the most sacred of its national symbols, rooting it not only in the Republic’s past but also in the living essence of its soil and valleys.

The new arms depict a radiant sun rising over silver-gray mountains, surrounded by vast green forests and flowing waters. These elements represent Ostmark’s mountainous terrain, which covers nearly three-quarters of the Republic’s territory, and symbolize the eternal bond between the people and their homeland. At the heart of the design lies the valley — inspired above all by the Hintersee valley — which now takes its place as the spiritual symbol of the nation.

The scene is framed by a golden wreath of wheat, representing the republican tradition of sovereignty and unity, tied at its base by a ribbon in the national colours of black, gold, and red. At the centre rests an escutcheon bearing the historic eagle of Ostmark, unchanged across centuries, a link between the Kingdom of Ostmark and the Republic that followed. The eagle’s head turns westward, toward Germania, reflecting Ostmark’s enduring ties to the wider Germanian world.

In a solemn speech to the assembled deputies, Staatspräsident Karl Albrecht declared the new coat of arms a “mirror of the Republic’s soul”: "These arms are more than heraldry. They are our story, told in light and stone, in river and forest. They are the sun that rises over our valleys, the mountains that guard our frontiers, the forests that feed and shelter us, the waters that bind us together. And they are the eagle of our fathers, the emblem of sovereignty that has flown above both crown and republic, and now belongs to every citizen. In this emblem, Hintersee is immortal. Not as a site of loss, but as a symbol of rebirth. The valley that has tested our nation’s endurance now stands for our eternal renewal. The wreath of wheat binds us not to sorrow, but to unity. The sun will always rise for Ostmark, and our Republic shall always rise with it."

Chancellor Alexander Besselman echoed the Staatspräsident’s words, stressing the timing of the adoption: "We are a people who carve strength from hardship. Our mountains are steep, our valleys deep, but so too is our resilience. Today we inscribe our land upon our coat of arms, for our land and our people are one. The wheat that crowns this emblem is the sovereignty of the people. The forests and rivers speak of our homeland, carved by time but eternal. And in the eagle, gazing steadfastly westward, we see both the memory of our past and the promise of our future. This coat of arms is not a decoration for parchment. It is a covenant with our people: that the Republic is of them, by them, and for them, eternal as the mountains themselves."

Outside the Nationalrat, the first public unveiling of the coat of arms was met with great emotion. Citizens waved the national tricolour, and many wept as they saw the valleys and mountains of Ostmark enshrined at the heart of the Republic’s heraldry. For many, the decision was not merely symbolic, but profoundly cathartic — a way of binding together memory and hope after the tragedy of the Hintersee Dam.

In a time when Ostmark has endured hardship and mourning, the new coat of arms has become a rallying point: a sign that, though sorrow may strike, the Republic endures — and rises.

 

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I AM OSTMARK

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REDACTED (Redacted) - There are moments in life when the line between a man and its creations disappear. When one’s scars become the soil of a Republic, when one’s breath becomes its anthem, when one’s struggles echo in its valleys. For me, Ostmark has never been an abstraction, never a flag on a mast or a word in a book. Ostmark has always been me, and I have always been Ostmark.

I was born in the light of its mountains and the silence of its forests. I grew in the valleys where labor and struggle mark every hand and every heart. Like this land, my soul was always a place of contrasts: vast, open, longing for freedom — yet burdened with storms and shadows that threatened to tear it apart.

There were years when hope seemed lost. The years when National-Syndicalism reigned were not only Ostmark’s darkest chapter — they were mine as well. The suffocating weight of tyranny, the crushing silence of a people robbed of their voice, the bitter taste of fear — all of these mirrored my own descent into shadows. I too knew despair, I too lived in the grip of something that wished to erase who I was, to crush my principles, to bury my dreams under a black banner.

And yet, even in that darkness, something within refused to die. The Republic’s flame flickered, faint but unyielding. And so did mine.

When the dictatorship fell, Ostmark rose again. Broken, scarred, but alive. I too emerged from my own ruins. I carried the wounds of that time, wounds that would never truly fade. But like my nation, I refused to be defined by chains. We were both reborn into freedom — not perfect, not whole, but breathing, living, determined to continue.

Since then, every triumph of Ostmark has been my own, and every sorrow has cut into me as if it were flesh and blood. When the economy collapsed and the people suffered in the Days of Sorrow, I too felt abandoned, weakened, desperate. When the republic rebuilt itself under leaders who believed in dignity and labor, I too regained my footing, step by step. The story of Ostmark is written in my veins.

And then, the dam. Hintersee. A torrent that drowned lives, hopes, homes. Five thousand voices silenced, countless more scarred. And yet, in that mud, in those nights lit by rescue lights and torches, I saw again what I have always seen in myself and in Ostmark: the refusal to surrender. Hands dug through debris, hearts beat against despair, voices called into the silence for life — and sometimes, impossibly, life answered back.

The nation bled, but it did not collapse. It wept, but it did not fall silent. It stood together — workers, farmers, soldiers, students, foreigners who came to help, even old communities once divided by war — all became one body, one soul. Just as I, in my own struggles, have been broken and scattered but never ended, never erased, never defeated.

This is why I cannot separate myself from Ostmark. It is not merely my country. It is my reflection, my confession, my shadow and my light. Its past of glory and shame is mine. Its valleys are my valleys, its rivers my veins, its mountains my burdens, its storms my anguish. The black years of tyranny are the black years of my soul. The rebirth of the Republic is the rebirth of my own hope. Its tragedies are my wounds. Its survival is my redemption.

And perhaps this is why I have always felt compelled to carry it forward, silently, invisibly, like a hidden pulse. Not as a leader, not as a ruler, but as a witness, as the quiet guardian of a truth: that a people, like a man, can fall into the abyss — and yet return.

Some will see only a country. Some will see only symbols — flags, coats of arms, anthems. But I see myself. And perhaps if they look deeply enough, if they listen to the silence between the words, they too will see me in it.

I am Ostmark.

I am its valleys and its rivers, its labor and its struggle.

I am its dark pages, its shame, its long gone dictatorship and chains.

I am its freedom, its Republic, its hope, its resilience.

GLORY TO THE REPUBLIC.
GLORY TO OSTMARK.

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THE DAWN OVER WILHELMSEE
The Republic rise from the mud.

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By Heinrich Obenaus

WILHELMSEE (Ostmark) - Wilhelmsee, once shrouded in mud and despair, awakens today to the sound of hammers, cranes, and the voices of citizens who have sworn never to bend to fate. Almost two weeks have passed since the Hintersee Dam disaster carved a scar into the heart of Ostmark, a scar measured in grief and in the lives of over five thousand souls. But from that wound, the Republic rises with a strength no flood can wash away.

In the valleys where yesterday the waters raged, today the black, gold and red banners of the Republic flutter from makeshift poles and rooftops. They are not mere decorations — they are oaths. Every beam lifted, every road cleared, every house rebuilt speaks of a people who refuse to surrender. For Ostmark does not collapse in the face of disaster. Ostmark endures. Ostmark rebuilds.

The provice of Wilhelmsee, home of the proud Hintersee Valley, has become the beating heart of this new struggle. What was once a place of mourning now resounds with the courage of the living. The farmers who lost their fields now lead volunteer brigades to restore the land. The shopkeepers whose stores were swallowed by the flood distribute bread and clothing to their neighbors. Students from across the Republic, answering the call of the Fatherland, have filled trains and buses to offer their hands in the mud. And in every corner, the red helmets of the Feuerwehr, the firm uniforms of the Staatspolizei, and the green coats of the Landwehr stand shoulder to shoulder with foreign volunteers and ordinary men and women, all bound together by the same duty: Wilhelmsee will live again.

Chancellor Alexander Besselman, standing on the steps of the provincial assembly in Wilhelmsee, addressed the crowds today with words already echoing across the nation: “This land has endured centuries of trial. From fire, from war, from tyranny, and now from flood, the Republic has never bowed. Our people carry within them the granite of our mountains, the steel of our rivers, and the flame of our liberty. Wilhelmsee will rise again, stone upon stone, heart upon heart. And the world will know that Ostmark does not merely survive — Ostmark triumphs.”

Staatspräsident Karl Albrecht, visiting a devastated school now serving as a shelter, embraced a group of children and spoke with the gravity of a father of the Republic: “The Republic was born in hardship, and hardship forged our unity. What we rebuild here is not only houses, not only roads, but our very future. Every nail hammered, every tree replanted is an act of defiance against despair, and a declaration that our people will endure, united, free, and strong.”

The people themselves carry the message best. Anna Reiss, a widow from Hintersee who lost her home, spoke as she shoveled mud from the ruins of her village: “I have lost much, but I am not broken. My neighbors carry me, and I carry them. We are Ostmarkians — we do not fall. We stand together, even in the darkest hour.” Nearby, a young firefighter, his uniform still soaked in mud, whispered simply: “This is why we fight. For life. For each other.”

Such stories are repeated across Wilhelmsee, each one a thread in the vast tapestry of national resilience. They remind us that our Ostmark is not just a country — it is a family. And like a family, we suffer together, we mourn together, but above all, we rebuild together.

This is not merely the reconstruction of a province. It is the reaffirmation of a promise. The promise that the Republic will endure as long as there are hands willing to build, voices willing to sing, and hearts willing to believe. The valleys of Wilhelmsee, drowned only days ago, now echo with a new hymn: the hymn of rebirth, of courage, of Ostmarkian unity.

The disaster of Hintersee will forever remain a page of sorrow in our history, yet it will also be remembered as the moment when the Republic showed its truest face. Not in despair, but in defiance. Not in weakness, but in unyielding strength. For we are the children of the Eastern March, heirs of mountains and valleys that taught us to resist, to endure, to rise.

From the mud, we build.
From the ashes, we rise.
From the shadows, we carry forth the eternal flame of the Republic.

Wilhelmsee will be rebuilt. Hintersee will bloom again. And Ostmark — our beloved Ostmark — will stand prouder, stronger, and more united than ever before.

 

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DEFENDERS OF THE REPUBLIC: THE LANDWEHR'S UNYIELDING OATH
Every Soldier a Citizen, Every Citizen a Guardian of the Republic.

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By Heinrich Obenaus

WIEN (Ostmark) - In the quiet early hours before the city wakes, when mist still clings to the valleys and the first light touches the ridgelines, there are men and women of the Republic already awake and at their posts. They are not famed celebrities, nor are they the architects of policy; they are the Landwehr — the Territorial Defense Force of the Republic of Ostmark — and for generations they have been the living guarantee of a simple, solemn promise: the Republic endures.

Born from centuries of frontier duty and forged in the trials of modern history, the Landwehr is more than an army on maps and in parades. It is the republican bulwark that stands between our people and every threat to their safety and liberty. In times of peace it trains, drills and prepares; in times of crisis it marches, shelters, rescues and holds. That dual mission — to defend and to serve — is written into its ethos and visible in every uniformed patrol that moves through our towns and valleys.

Ostmark’s Landwehr is small in size but uncompromising in professionalism. For a nation that counts its strength not by the breadth of its territories but by the resolve of its people, the Landwehr’s transformation over recent years has been decisive. Long criticised in the past as anachronistic and under-resourced, it has since undergone careful, deliberate modernization: better training grounds in the alpine ranges, more robust reserve systems that bring experienced civilians back into service, and new doctrines that prioritize territorial defence, civil protection and humanitarian support rather than expeditionary adventurism.

This modernization does not mean Ostmark seeks confrontation. On the contrary: our Landwehr is built to deter, to reassure and to protect. It is configured to hold our mountain passes, secure our coasts, defend our infrastructure and — when the nation calls for it — to stand shoulder to shoulder with rescue services and civil authorities. Its armoured columns and infantry units are supported by dedicated engineers, medical detachments and logistics specialists who make the difference between chaos and order when disaster strikes.

The Landwehr understands its role in a wider moral frame. Ostmark’s history carries dark chapters; the memory of those years — when the Republic’s freedoms were stolen and its institutions perverted — remains fresh in our national consciousness. The men and women of the Landwehr have taken those lessons to heart. Their mission explicitly rejects the romanticism of force for force’s sake. Instead, they are guardians of a deeper truth: that sovereignty without liberty is a hollow thing.

This is why the Landwehr trains not only to hold ground but to defend the civic order itself — the rule of law, the rights of assembly and speech, the independence of institutions. Against any ideology that would replace pluralism with command and fear, the Territorial Defense Force stands as a practical, day-to-day refusal. Its barracks are places of discipline; its drills are rehearsals of containment and protection; its soldiers are taught to be both fighters and citizens. The Landwehr is, as its commanders often say, “the armed hand of a free people, not the fist of a state.”

Ostmark’s Landwehr has earned its stripes not in conquest, but in rescue. In recent years the force’s humanitarian profile has grown as it has been called to serve beyond conventional battlefields. Our engineers cleared minefields in Caledonia; our medics triaged civilians in makeshift field hospitals; our specialists planned and executed evacuations when towns stood between lines of fire. Under the blue helmets of OCHRT-CAL, Ostmarkian units worked side by side with @Tiburan Union partners to shield the weak, escort convoys and open humanitarian corridors — turning a doctrine of defence into a practice of protection.

Closer to home, when the Hintersee catastrophe struck and the valley was flooded with mud and loss, the Landwehr did not ask whether the danger was military or meteorological: it simply acted. Its engineers shored up weakened embankments; its logisticians coordinated international convoys; its ranks dug by hand and manned temporary shelters. Those selfsame soldiers, once trained to hold a line against an invader, held instead a line against despair — and in doing so embodied the highest purpose of the force: service to the Republic and to its people.

There is a humility about the Landwehr that many militaries envy. Its soldiers go home at night to the same lanes and taverns as the rest of their neighbours. They are carpenters, teachers, nurses, farmers, students — citizens with an oath. This citizen-soldier model has kept the Landwehr close to the life of the nation. In peacetime they are coaches on local teams; in emergencies they are leaders at the front of the rescue lines. This interweaving of military duty and civilian life is deliberate: it prevents the estrangement that can allow armed forces to become instruments of their own power rather than instruments of national defence.

The Landwehr’s reserve system, too, is a strength. By making military readiness a shared civic responsibility, Ostmark ensures that in any hour of need, skilled hands and calm heads will be available. The young recruit who spent his days studying engineering returns to a unit where those same tools of learning translate into the ability to repair bridges, restore power and get the trains running again when catastrophe strikes.

The world of threats changes rapidly: hybrid warfare, asymmetric attacks, cyber intrusions, climate-driven disasters. The Landwehr answers this with adaptability. Training now embraces mountain warfare, urban defence, cyber-resilience and complex humanitarian response. Officers study not only tactics but also law, human rights and crisis management. The aim is clear: to create a force that can meet the challenges of our century without sacrificing the Republic’s values.

Crucially, the Landwehr’s collaboration with allied nations — in peacekeeping, demining and humanitarian missions — has made it less an instrument of isolation and more a partner of peace. Ostmark’s contribution to multinational stability, far from being an ambit claim of power, is a humble assertion of solidarity: when our neighbours suffer, we send help; when they need skill and experience, we share it.

Leadership shapes the Landwehr. Under commanders who speak of duty as a moral covenant, the force has matured. Figures such as Major General Heinrich Bauer, who led humanitarian deployments in Caledonia, have become symbols of what military professionalism should be: competence paired with compassion. But the Landwehr’s true strength lies in its rank and file — the junior NCOs who hold units together, the medics who sit up all night with the wounded, the sappers who place their hands where danger is worst. These are the people whose names may never make headlines yet whose deeds secure daily life for millions.

For Ostmark, the Landwehr is a symbol — not of triumphalism, but of resolve. In the national ceremonies, when banners fly and the goose-step echoes down Republikplatz, locals do not see an empty ritual; they see a promise. The Landwehr’s presence is a standing commitment that the Republic intends to defend its institutions and the dignity of its citizens. It is a reminder that freedom has a cost, and that cost is sometimes paid in readiness, sometimes in sweat, sometimes in the courage of ordinary men and women.

As the Republic of Ostmark looks forward, the Landwehr will continue to evolve. Investments in mobility, in training, in civil-military interoperability will ensure that the force can face the twin spectres of aggression and disaster. But modernization will always be a tool subordinate to principle. The Landwehr will be a defender of the republic’s democratic core, not an engine of politics. It will stand ready to repel invaders, but it will also remain ready to lift a child from the rubble, to bring water to the thirsty, and to restore life when the earth itself rebels.

In the end, the Landwehr’s greatest victory is the preservation of what it protects: a people who live by law and liberty; communities that argue and vote, not who are silenced by force; a Republic that, despite shadows in its history, continually chooses the path of democracy and social solidarity.

So when the drums of a parade fall silent and the bands stop playing, remember what remains: the men and women who still wake before dawn, whose boots walk the mountain paths and whose hands build bridges and hospitals, whose eyes scan the borders and whose hearts beat with the same steady rhythm as the folk who sleep in the valleys. They guard not only our territory but the idea that we are a people free to shape our destiny.

Long live the Republic. Long live Ostmark. Long live the Territorial Defense Force — the shield of our freedom, the hand that steadies our nation, and the living proof that a small nation, united and resolute, can defend both its soil and its soul.

 

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A ROOF FOR EVERY CITIZEN
The Housing Reform that Rebuilt Ostmark.

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By Heinrich Obenaus

WIEN (Ostmark) - It has been several months since Chancellor Alexander Besselman’s ambitious National Housing Reform began reshaping the Republic of Ostmark. What was once an audacious vision — a pledge to ensure “a dignified home for every Ostmarkian” — has become a concrete reality across provinces, towns, and valleys. Today, the reform stands as one of the most transformative achievements in modern Ostmarkian history, a triumph not only of governance and planning but of the Republic’s enduring solidarity and compassion.

The signs of renewal are everywhere. New apartment blocks rise beside refurbished village homes; once-declining communities have been reborn as centers of local life. What began as an effort to rebuild after the dark years of crisis and disaster has become a national movement — one that binds together citizens, workers, and leaders under a single guiding ideal: that no Ostmarkian shall ever again be left behind.

According to the Ministry of Infrastructure and Housing, over 15,000 new housing units have been completed since the reform’s inception, while nearly 50.000 existing homes have been renovated to meet modern standards of safety, sustainability, and efficiency. Entire districts that once stood abandoned after the economic crisis of a decade ago now echo with laughter, music, and the sounds of children playing in newly built courtyards.

In the mountainous interior, where isolation and depopulation once threatened the vitality of rural communities, the reform has been life-changing. The reform, introduced as part of the broader policy package, provided subsidies for construction in remote regions, empowering young families to return to ancestral villages and start anew. Local materials, renewable energy, and community-driven design have made these projects not just homes — but symbols of a greener, more resilient future.

The housing reform is more than an economic project — it is an act of national solidarity, born from the Republic’s collective will to care for one another. Thousands of volunteers, architects, and engineers have contributed to the effort, many working shoulder to shoulder with local residents. planning.

Chancellor Besselman addressed Parliament earlier this week, paying tribute to those who turned blueprints into homes: “This reform was never about numbers or statistics. It was about dignity. It was about ensuring that every citizen of our Republic — worker, farmer, mother, child — could stand tall under their own roof. What we have built together is not only stone and mortar, but trust and hope. It is the Republic made visible.”

Staatspräsident Karl Albrecht echoed this sentiment in his statement to the press, calling the housing reform “a mirror of the Ostmarkian spirit — steadfast, compassionate, and united in purpose.” He praised the citizens who “took up the trowel, the hammer, and the courage to believe that even after tragedy, we could rebuild a better home.”

Beyond its social impact, the reform has given new life to the national economy. The construction sector has become one of the Republic’s major engines of growth, generating thousands of new jobs and revitalizing industries from timber to steel. Small cooperatives and family businesses, once struggling, now thrive as local suppliers and contractors.

Economists have hailed the reform as a model of “people-centered recovery.” Rather than relying solely on corporate investment, the government’s decision to fund local production and worker-owned enterprises has ensured that prosperity circulates within Ostmark’s borders. Every house built is a chain of livelihoods protected, this is not just rebuilding — it is economic democracy in action.

In Ostmarkian political philosophy, the home has always held sacred meaning — as the nucleus of the Res Publica, where family, work, and community intersect. The housing reform embodies that idea, affirming that the Republic is more than its government; it is every citizen who dares to believe in a shared destiny. In the evenings, across countless small towns, lights flicker in the windows of newly rebuilt homes — symbols of renewal in a land that has known hardship, tragedy, and triumph. The echoes of hammers and saws have quieted, replaced by laughter, music, and the scent of meals cooked in kitchens that only months ago did not exist.

This is Ostmark — reborn, reawakened, and radiant in its humanity.

And as the banners bearing the red, white, and gold of the Republic fly proudly over each new neighborhood, one phrase is heard again and again, from the shores of Wien to the peaks of the eastern ranges: “Wir haben wieder ein Zuhause.” We have a home again.

 

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FIVE YEARS FREE
The Republic of Ostmark celebrates its fifth Liberation Day in unity and democratic pride.

By Heinrich Obenaus

WIEN (Ostmark) – On December 18th, the heart of Ostmark beat as one. Five years after the fall of the National-Syndicalist dictatorship led by Horst Grasser, the Republic once again celebrated Liberation Day, the most sacred date in the national calendar—a day not merely of remembrance, but of affirmation. From the grand avenues of Wien to the smallest villages of the countryside, Ostmarkians stood united in pride, gratitude, and unshakable faith in their Republic.

The capital awoke beneath a sea of black-gold-red flags, their colors gleaming against the winter sky. Republikpatz, where freedom was reclaimed on this day in 2020, filled early with citizens of every generation. Veterans of the resistance stood beside children who have never known dictatorship; survivors of the darkest years smiled at a nation transformed. The atmosphere was solemn yet hopeful, dignified yet joyful—a celebration befitting a Republic that has learned, suffered, and grown.

At the center of the ceremonies stood Staatspräsident Karl Albrecht, whose address set the tone for the day: resolute, patriotic, and deeply democratic. “Fellow Ostmarkians,” he began, “five years ago, on this square, we proved a simple and eternal truth: that no tyranny can withstand a united people. We reclaimed our freedom through courage, solidarity and faith in democracy.”

Albrecht spoke of Liberation Day as a living responsibility rather than a closed chapter. He reminded the crowd that the Republic is not self-sustaining, but must be defended daily—through civic duty, vigilance, and mutual respect. “Democracy,” he declared, “is not guarded by walls alone, but by citizens who care for it. It is defended when we vote, when we speak freely, when we protect the dignity of one another. Our task is clear: to build an Ostmark that is always freer, always fairer, always at peace.”

The Staatspräsident also acknowledged the Hintersee Dam disaster, honoring the memory of the six thousand lost while emphasizing national resilience. “We have known sorrow this year,” he said, “but sorrow did not weaken us. It reminded us of our duty—to protect life, to demand responsibility, and to stand together when fate tests our Republic.”

Following his address, the square erupted in applause as Chancellor Alexander Besselman took the stage for his first Liberation Day speech as head of government. Calm, confident, and forward-looking, Besselman framed the moment as one of continuity and renewal. “Liberation Day,” the Chancellor stated, “is the bridge between who we were and who we choose to become. We inherit a Republic rebuilt by Walter Eidman, strengthened by those who came after him, and now entrusted to our generation.”

Besselman paid tribute to Walter Eidman, revered across the nation as the father of Ostmark's democratic rebirth. “Eidman taught us that freedom is never abstract. It lives in institutions that serve the people, in laws that protect the weak, and in a state that never fears its own citizens.” The Chancellor reaffirmed Ostmark’s commitment to peace, democracy, and international responsibility, while stressing that liberty must always be safeguarded at home. “We are a peaceful nation,” he said, “but we are not a passive one. We believe in dialogue, in cooperation, and in solidarity—but also in the defense of our democratic order.”

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That commitment was given powerful visual form during the grand military parade of the Landwehr, the Territorial Defence Force of the Republic of Ostmark. As drums echoed through Wien’s avenues, hundreds of Landwehr soldiers marched in perfect formation, stepping in the traditional goose-step of the ancient grenadiers of the Kingdom of Ostmark—a conscious link between history and republic, tradition and democracy.

The parade was not a display of aggression, but of continuity and protection: citizen-soldiers sworn to defend the Constitution, the Republic, and peace itself. Crowds cheered as regimental banners passed, bearing honors earned not in conquest, but in disaster relief, peacekeeping missions, and the defense of the democratic order. The message was unmistakable: Ostmark remembers its past, but marches forward as a beacon of solidarity, peace and stability.

As evening fell, music and celebration filled the streets of Wien. Families gathered, cafés overflowed, and the city glowed with confidence and calm. Fireworks crowned the night sky, their reflections dancing on the waters of the Gulf of Wien—a symbol of a nation at peace with itself. Five years after Liberation, Ostmark stands as proof that democracy can be rebuilt, defended, and cherished. Tested by history, challenged by tragedy, yet unwavering in its course, the Republic continues to grow stronger through unity.

On this fifth Liberation Day, Ostmark does more than remember its freedom—it lives it. And as Walter Eidman once said, “A Republic endures not because it is perfect, but because its people never abandon it.”

Glory to the Republic.
Glory to Ostmark.