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Thirty Years Without a Home
February 5, 1008
The 30-year anniversary of the Republic's 978 revolt against the Griffonian Empire has arrived. The thirtieth anniversary of the Republic's 978 uprising against the Griffonian Empire was meant to be a day of celebration, a solemn tribute to revolution, liberty, and the long road to freedom. Across the Republic, local governments organized ceremonies, parades, and speeches. The political class expected applause and pageantry. But they misjudged the mood of the republicangriffs.
The anger was palpable.
In Bleakspire, the official ceremony unraveled quickly. As dignitaries spoke of sacrifice and patience, the crowd grew restless. The crowd began chanting a return to the Griffonian Empire. A new war. A second revolution. The crowd grew louder, madder. Soon pieces of food were thrown at the stage. Then people pushed forward, ignoring the politicians plea foor them to stop. They seized the podium, and republicangriffs turned back to the crowd and began shouting that the leaders of the revolution had failed them, that pacifism was a failed policy, and that there needed to be war with the Griffonian Empire. The crowd cheered and roared with agreement. The military finally regained order without causing death, though their rifles were armed and ready for the shots.
Similar protests occurred in Lostgate and Cloudbury, though the military in Cloudbury prevented any lasting organized mob from forming. The Griffons were enraged. The anniversary had only reminded them of what they had lost: 30 years of suffering in this frozen hellscape; 30 years without their extended family back home; 30 years of defeat. They want to return and face the Empire with military action.
The revolution may have given them a republic, but not a home. Now, across the Republic, one demand echoes louder than any speech: Return. Not in peace, but in steel and fire.
February 5, 1008
The 30-year anniversary of the Republic's 978 revolt against the Griffonian Empire has arrived. The thirtieth anniversary of the Republic's 978 uprising against the Griffonian Empire was meant to be a day of celebration, a solemn tribute to revolution, liberty, and the long road to freedom. Across the Republic, local governments organized ceremonies, parades, and speeches. The political class expected applause and pageantry. But they misjudged the mood of the republicangriffs.
The anger was palpable.
In Bleakspire, the official ceremony unraveled quickly. As dignitaries spoke of sacrifice and patience, the crowd grew restless. The crowd began chanting a return to the Griffonian Empire. A new war. A second revolution. The crowd grew louder, madder. Soon pieces of food were thrown at the stage. Then people pushed forward, ignoring the politicians plea foor them to stop. They seized the podium, and republicangriffs turned back to the crowd and began shouting that the leaders of the revolution had failed them, that pacifism was a failed policy, and that there needed to be war with the Griffonian Empire. The crowd cheered and roared with agreement. The military finally regained order without causing death, though their rifles were armed and ready for the shots.
Similar protests occurred in Lostgate and Cloudbury, though the military in Cloudbury prevented any lasting organized mob from forming. The Griffons were enraged. The anniversary had only reminded them of what they had lost: 30 years of suffering in this frozen hellscape; 30 years without their extended family back home; 30 years of defeat. They want to return and face the Empire with military action.
The revolution may have given them a republic, but not a home. Now, across the Republic, one demand echoes louder than any speech: Return. Not in peace, but in steel and fire.
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