Out of sight - out of mind - left to fester unchecked
Aug 17, 2023 0:38:07 GMT -5
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Post by aimway921 on Aug 17, 2023 0:38:07 GMT -5
It has been almost a full year since the devastating earthquake and tsunami on the R'yuku Island. While East R'yuku, governed by Baron Churko, was getting back on it's feet, with the governor swiftly organizing and even personally participating in rescue efforts from the ruined provincial capital that took the brunt of the catastrophe, and was now building a new city to act as the provincial capital, entirely from scratch, meanwhile the people of West R'yuku have been abandoned by their governor, Baron Artim - everywhere but on paper.
The corrupt noble also travelled to the capital to seek funds for rebuilding, and he took enough to reclaim and rebuild a sizable portion of the destroyed city. Instead, they went to building a new palace for the Baron on the main island.
The first who noticed that they were left to their own devices were, of course, the survivors in Erie, who saw no organized rescue effort from their local government. Instead help came from the local population of war veterans, who have organized themselves and worked efficiently to save as many people as they could. After several days of no word from the government, they sent a messenger to the Baron's Palace to find out what's going on, and what should they do next - only to find it abandoned - with clear signs that the Baron packed up his stuff and fled.
Word began spreading, but not everyone believed it - especially people living on farms closer to the interior of the island, that barely even felt the earthquake. But then the scheduled tax collection simply did not arrive.
Even the petty nobility that resided on the island didn't particularly understand what was going on.
But those war veterans who understood the situation they were in first, and have organized first, saw what was happening, and in it, they saw an opportunity.
"My brothers," Vasyl Chuchupak, the veteran that de-facto became the leader of the group, that was gaining new members every day. "So the Baron is gone. With him gone are repressive laws and strangling taxation. But he also took with him any sort of organized structure that we would've otherwise relied on to get us out of this mess caused by the natural disaster."
The men sitting at the table silently looked at their leader. They were sitting in a small shack, constructed partially of reclaimed wood from the ruined city, and partially with a tent tarp.
"So we've been thinking, what can we do about this?" Chuchupak continued. "Some of you proposed, go the other Baron, across the provincial border, Churko. We even seen a number of people pack up what little belongings they could recover and go there. But don't you see brothers - he is but another noble. Not only that, he's the bloody cousin of the bastard that left us to our fates! Who's to say he won't eventually do the same? Now people are beginning to starve, dozens already died as we're running extremely short on water. No, we have to take matters into our own hands!"
"And how do you propose we do that?" one of the men, an older Kenradi (R'yuku native race) asked. "Why would the people listen to us?"
"Brothers, we have been to Franerre. We have been in Tafatu. Have we not brought any knowledge of those places back with us in our hearts and minds?! For crying out loud, we have spilled our blood for the creation of a republic where the decisions are made by all the people, not just a select few who happened to be born rich! And we come home to THIS?!"
"Down with the nobles!" one of the foxed shouted out, raising his fist.
"Exactly," Chuchupak said, pointing his finger at the one who cried out. "It's about time we change how we run things here. If the Baron has simply up and left, that means there's now a power vacuum, and it's only a matter of time before someone fills it. I say let it be us, and bring freedom to the people, rather than some other noble that shall exploit us just as the last one has!"
"Freedom!" another one shouted, as he stood up.
"Or death." Chuchupak said, as if finishing the other man's sentence. "Because if we do this, no doubt they'll view as us rebels trying to separate from the Hetmanate."
"Freedom or death!" several more picked up the new slogan, as they stood up and cheered.
The West R'yuku insurrection has begun.
The corrupt noble also travelled to the capital to seek funds for rebuilding, and he took enough to reclaim and rebuild a sizable portion of the destroyed city. Instead, they went to building a new palace for the Baron on the main island.
The first who noticed that they were left to their own devices were, of course, the survivors in Erie, who saw no organized rescue effort from their local government. Instead help came from the local population of war veterans, who have organized themselves and worked efficiently to save as many people as they could. After several days of no word from the government, they sent a messenger to the Baron's Palace to find out what's going on, and what should they do next - only to find it abandoned - with clear signs that the Baron packed up his stuff and fled.
Word began spreading, but not everyone believed it - especially people living on farms closer to the interior of the island, that barely even felt the earthquake. But then the scheduled tax collection simply did not arrive.
Even the petty nobility that resided on the island didn't particularly understand what was going on.
But those war veterans who understood the situation they were in first, and have organized first, saw what was happening, and in it, they saw an opportunity.
"My brothers," Vasyl Chuchupak, the veteran that de-facto became the leader of the group, that was gaining new members every day. "So the Baron is gone. With him gone are repressive laws and strangling taxation. But he also took with him any sort of organized structure that we would've otherwise relied on to get us out of this mess caused by the natural disaster."
The men sitting at the table silently looked at their leader. They were sitting in a small shack, constructed partially of reclaimed wood from the ruined city, and partially with a tent tarp.
"So we've been thinking, what can we do about this?" Chuchupak continued. "Some of you proposed, go the other Baron, across the provincial border, Churko. We even seen a number of people pack up what little belongings they could recover and go there. But don't you see brothers - he is but another noble. Not only that, he's the bloody cousin of the bastard that left us to our fates! Who's to say he won't eventually do the same? Now people are beginning to starve, dozens already died as we're running extremely short on water. No, we have to take matters into our own hands!"
"And how do you propose we do that?" one of the men, an older Kenradi (R'yuku native race) asked. "Why would the people listen to us?"
"Brothers, we have been to Franerre. We have been in Tafatu. Have we not brought any knowledge of those places back with us in our hearts and minds?! For crying out loud, we have spilled our blood for the creation of a republic where the decisions are made by all the people, not just a select few who happened to be born rich! And we come home to THIS?!"
"Down with the nobles!" one of the foxed shouted out, raising his fist.
"Exactly," Chuchupak said, pointing his finger at the one who cried out. "It's about time we change how we run things here. If the Baron has simply up and left, that means there's now a power vacuum, and it's only a matter of time before someone fills it. I say let it be us, and bring freedom to the people, rather than some other noble that shall exploit us just as the last one has!"
"Freedom!" another one shouted, as he stood up.
"Or death." Chuchupak said, as if finishing the other man's sentence. "Because if we do this, no doubt they'll view as us rebels trying to separate from the Hetmanate."
"Freedom or death!" several more picked up the new slogan, as they stood up and cheered.
The West R'yuku insurrection has begun.