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A Tyrant's Last Breath
March 27, 1007
Snow drifted down, covering the city, when the news arrived with a surprising announcement. Emperor Grover V, that tyrantgriff and ruler of the Griffonian Empire, had died of natural causes. According to the Republic, Emperor Grover V ruled the Empire with an iron claw. The republicangriffs reacted with joy, leaping into the air and swooping through the snowfall. The scraping sound of clawclapping could be heard all around the city as Griiffons cheered.
In the 978 Republican Revolution led by the President-Marshal, Emperor Grover V had almost been captured. But he escaped with the nobles, rallied the monarchistgriff forces, and reclaimed the Empire from the republicangriffs. Vctory had slipped through the Republic's claws. For many years, reublicangriffs had lamented what had occurred. If only they could have captured Grover V and quickly beaked him, severing his neck with a quick strike from the beak, they might have won the war and everything would have been different. But they had not, so it was not. Instead, they live in the cold among the local Cloudburygriffs. With Grover V's passing, that might change.
The President-Marshal began preparing a speech for the occasion. He had hoped for this moment for years, the defeat still haunting him. Today was a good day.
Grover V may have been a tyrant, but he was also a formidable foe. His death brings an end to an era of oppression, and with it, the chance to reshape the future of the Griffon nation and reclaim it for republicanism.
The President-Marshal has already ordered the preparation for a military campaign. The Republic must be ready. This is the moment the republicangriffs have been waiting for. Grover V is dead, and with him, the last vestiges of the Empire that sought to crush our freedoms. Today, the Republic stands on the precipice of a new dawn.
March 27, 1007
Snow drifted down, covering the city, when the news arrived with a surprising announcement. Emperor Grover V, that tyrantgriff and ruler of the Griffonian Empire, had died of natural causes. According to the Republic, Emperor Grover V ruled the Empire with an iron claw. The republicangriffs reacted with joy, leaping into the air and swooping through the snowfall. The scraping sound of clawclapping could be heard all around the city as Griiffons cheered.
In the 978 Republican Revolution led by the President-Marshal, Emperor Grover V had almost been captured. But he escaped with the nobles, rallied the monarchistgriff forces, and reclaimed the Empire from the republicangriffs. Vctory had slipped through the Republic's claws. For many years, reublicangriffs had lamented what had occurred. If only they could have captured Grover V and quickly beaked him, severing his neck with a quick strike from the beak, they might have won the war and everything would have been different. But they had not, so it was not. Instead, they live in the cold among the local Cloudburygriffs. With Grover V's passing, that might change.
The President-Marshal began preparing a speech for the occasion. He had hoped for this moment for years, the defeat still haunting him. Today was a good day.
Grover V may have been a tyrant, but he was also a formidable foe. His death brings an end to an era of oppression, and with it, the chance to reshape the future of the Griffon nation and reclaim it for republicanism.
The President-Marshal has already ordered the preparation for a military campaign. The Republic must be ready. This is the moment the republicangriffs have been waiting for. Grover V is dead, and with him, the last vestiges of the Empire that sought to crush our freedoms. Today, the Republic stands on the precipice of a new dawn.
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