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11-03-2018, 10:25 AM
Kasimano, Gable
16 Alvan 1588
"We demand equality!" shouted the Kayne Buhari. Buhari was an elder man, dressed in the traditional agbada of the southern Kihvan peninsula. He was from a village not far from Kofi's and also Kofi's grandfather-in-law. It was partially that relationship that led Kofi to join the congregation of men from the Kasimnini valley on a march on Kasimano. They'd gotten the idea from a similar stunt held in the capital by villagers in the west a few months earlier. They were really only mirroring the movement by the westerners. They had no civil rights organization to coordinate them.
"We have watched you southerners enjoy your wonders for too long!" Buhari continued. The younger villagers weren't completely lost when they arrived in Kasimano--they did occasionally visit for business--and so they'd led their elders to the city hall. A small crowd of onlookers and officers had gathered, watching the old man speak in a distinct tongue. "Where are the roads in the villages? Where is their electricity? It is not acceptable that only you towndwellers get phones, and cars, and running water!
"We demand our voice be heard! You have not ever collected our votes! This is not acceptable!"
There was a language barrier between the villagers and the onlookers. While many in the larger settlements learned Lanlanian, their second language was largely based on their ethnicity. The Zebani of the northern valley spoke a different tongue than the largely Banu population of Kasimano. The rural populations did learn Gableese Pidgin Lanlanian for the sake of trade with the cities, but only merchants and traders of the cities learned it in return.
"Oke, papa-papa," an officer said, approaching the elder from the line of officers barring the way to city hall, "that's tilrakt." Buhari could only make out parts of it. "I gö-no först you. I think it's time you leave."
The officer was likely Banu and spoke clear Lanlanian. He gestured for the elder and his party--almost 20 men of various ages--to leave the way they'd come. The rest of the officers stood back, all of them holding onto their firearms tucked away at their side. The village men were armed too--they needed to be, out in the wilderness.
"Are you refusing to listen?" Buhari questioned, almost incredulously.
"This is-no the place," the officer answered. "We gö-no listen to you."
"Then who can?"
"Find nägon."
16 Alvan 1588
"We demand equality!" shouted the Kayne Buhari. Buhari was an elder man, dressed in the traditional agbada of the southern Kihvan peninsula. He was from a village not far from Kofi's and also Kofi's grandfather-in-law. It was partially that relationship that led Kofi to join the congregation of men from the Kasimnini valley on a march on Kasimano. They'd gotten the idea from a similar stunt held in the capital by villagers in the west a few months earlier. They were really only mirroring the movement by the westerners. They had no civil rights organization to coordinate them.
"We have watched you southerners enjoy your wonders for too long!" Buhari continued. The younger villagers weren't completely lost when they arrived in Kasimano--they did occasionally visit for business--and so they'd led their elders to the city hall. A small crowd of onlookers and officers had gathered, watching the old man speak in a distinct tongue. "Where are the roads in the villages? Where is their electricity? It is not acceptable that only you towndwellers get phones, and cars, and running water!
"We demand our voice be heard! You have not ever collected our votes! This is not acceptable!"
There was a language barrier between the villagers and the onlookers. While many in the larger settlements learned Lanlanian, their second language was largely based on their ethnicity. The Zebani of the northern valley spoke a different tongue than the largely Banu population of Kasimano. The rural populations did learn Gableese Pidgin Lanlanian for the sake of trade with the cities, but only merchants and traders of the cities learned it in return.
"Oke, papa-papa," an officer said, approaching the elder from the line of officers barring the way to city hall, "that's tilrakt." Buhari could only make out parts of it. "I gö-no först you. I think it's time you leave."
The officer was likely Banu and spoke clear Lanlanian. He gestured for the elder and his party--almost 20 men of various ages--to leave the way they'd come. The rest of the officers stood back, all of them holding onto their firearms tucked away at their side. The village men were armed too--they needed to be, out in the wilderness.
"Are you refusing to listen?" Buhari questioned, almost incredulously.
"This is-no the place," the officer answered. "We gö-no listen to you."
"Then who can?"
"Find nägon."
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 | Holy Lanlanian Empire Holy Emperor: Feryn I Prime Minister: Klaus Lofgren | The Holy Lanlanian Empire is a multi-ethnic state based in western Brigidna with territories all across the globe. It is a relic of an older age, an absolute monarchy hidden under a functioning democracy. The empire has historically been the world's leading power, though has long been in decline and was recently overtaken by the Republic of Nyland. Nonetheless, the empire is not an opponent to take lightly. |
 | Ishnalli Empire Empress: Lanryu-il Chancellor: IDEK | The greatest country in the world. It's YUUUUGGGEEEE. |
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