Post by Dunwik on Dec 29, 2021 2:08:55 GMT
"Land for all! Bread for all! Dunwik for Dunwikkis, not money!"
While crude, this chant was certainly effective. Beginning in the far North, near the Lengan front, it spread like wildfire through the soldiery, possibly pushed along by conversations with the Sadaler troops stationed in that area. As soon as they left and the soldiers were on their own, a large part of their rhetoric faded, but some took to the stand. Fiery orators with simple names would rise, and then be murdered, replaced by another one. Infighting between gangs ramped up, as the Dunwikki broke the backs of the first Lengan push, and retaliated, driving far north. Their vengeance, confused and scattered as it was, was a thing to behold. Soldiers split off to form different gangs, the Monarcho-Socialists in one bloc, and the Old Capitalists in the other, clashing with each other in the jungles and peaks as much as they turned their weapons on the Lengans. In the Lengan city of Vaalbara, the greatest example of this new form of war would come to pass. An individual account would be a novel in itself, and those who survived certainly turned it into such...
The city burned, flooded with poisoned gas. The Monarchists had put on a purple armband, and the Capitalists put on yellow ones. For weeks, they stalked each other, in heavy gas masks, gunning each other down as the Lengans died between the two factions. The remnant Lengan navy, having hidden in the shadows during the war, slid in every now and then to bombard their own city, taking away Lengan civilians whenever and wherever they could. In future days, the picture of the city burning would be made into paintings, novels, and even short films.
The issue with the Monarcho-Socialist front was that, without substantial Sadaler intervention, the ideas it pushed were too alien to take root, and the consequences for supporting them were far, far too brutal. In time, they would flee, hiding in old Lengan fortresses, as the Lengans fled either to the very far north, or to their ships, vanishing over the horizon...
The hostilities, however, were brief. Though the Monarcho-Socialists were driven, they were headless, and though they were experienced and ruthless, organized resistance was only able to persist for so long. They were swept further north with relative ease, any taken alive were made gruesome examples, and in only a few months was the entire rebellion put down. Anyone unfortunate enough to be taken alive would swiftly be sold into slavery. By that time, they were usually addicted to drugs.
The people of Leng retreated to their citadels in the mountains, hiding deep away and waiting for the Dunwikki forces to withdraw. Those who could not do so would flee to the shore and try desperately to be picked up by the Lengan navy. It would be a miracle for the people of Leng. The Dunwikki navy mostly failed to stop them.
Still, with all the chaos and destruction, it was hard to notice the small shifts made to Dunwik, the further centralization of power. A monopoly of force now existed from Miskatonic, alongside monopolies on hundreds of other products. Just one more thing to be taken by the Grand Chairman...
If only the people knew what this would come to in time...
While crude, this chant was certainly effective. Beginning in the far North, near the Lengan front, it spread like wildfire through the soldiery, possibly pushed along by conversations with the Sadaler troops stationed in that area. As soon as they left and the soldiers were on their own, a large part of their rhetoric faded, but some took to the stand. Fiery orators with simple names would rise, and then be murdered, replaced by another one. Infighting between gangs ramped up, as the Dunwikki broke the backs of the first Lengan push, and retaliated, driving far north. Their vengeance, confused and scattered as it was, was a thing to behold. Soldiers split off to form different gangs, the Monarcho-Socialists in one bloc, and the Old Capitalists in the other, clashing with each other in the jungles and peaks as much as they turned their weapons on the Lengans. In the Lengan city of Vaalbara, the greatest example of this new form of war would come to pass. An individual account would be a novel in itself, and those who survived certainly turned it into such...
The city burned, flooded with poisoned gas. The Monarchists had put on a purple armband, and the Capitalists put on yellow ones. For weeks, they stalked each other, in heavy gas masks, gunning each other down as the Lengans died between the two factions. The remnant Lengan navy, having hidden in the shadows during the war, slid in every now and then to bombard their own city, taking away Lengan civilians whenever and wherever they could. In future days, the picture of the city burning would be made into paintings, novels, and even short films.
The issue with the Monarcho-Socialist front was that, without substantial Sadaler intervention, the ideas it pushed were too alien to take root, and the consequences for supporting them were far, far too brutal. In time, they would flee, hiding in old Lengan fortresses, as the Lengans fled either to the very far north, or to their ships, vanishing over the horizon...
The hostilities, however, were brief. Though the Monarcho-Socialists were driven, they were headless, and though they were experienced and ruthless, organized resistance was only able to persist for so long. They were swept further north with relative ease, any taken alive were made gruesome examples, and in only a few months was the entire rebellion put down. Anyone unfortunate enough to be taken alive would swiftly be sold into slavery. By that time, they were usually addicted to drugs.
The people of Leng retreated to their citadels in the mountains, hiding deep away and waiting for the Dunwikki forces to withdraw. Those who could not do so would flee to the shore and try desperately to be picked up by the Lengan navy. It would be a miracle for the people of Leng. The Dunwikki navy mostly failed to stop them.
Still, with all the chaos and destruction, it was hard to notice the small shifts made to Dunwik, the further centralization of power. A monopoly of force now existed from Miskatonic, alongside monopolies on hundreds of other products. Just one more thing to be taken by the Grand Chairman...
If only the people knew what this would come to in time...