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Chapter 10-11


Chapter 10-i: Verona With a Vengence



    In July, 1862, Anttimarcks's dream had come true. He had successfuly persuaded the governor of the Veronan state of Empire to secede and form the regulation-free nation of Olympia.

    Two nights later on a rainy tuesday evening, Anttimarcks and his man-servant, Lovejoy, met the now-Premier Capps in an Altair flat among tenements.


Anttimarcks: Well, well.

Capps: Well, what?

Anttimarcks: I held up my end of the deal; I supplied your "protestors" with their rifles, their bombs, their pitchforks and torches.

Capps: And? You sound expectant of something.

Anttimarcks: Why, yes, I am expectant of something. Where's my cut of the profits?

Capps: How do you mean? You have a new arena, a new place for business. It's in the g**-damned Constitution that you can't strike or have any ****ing unions. None of that, just for you.

Anttimarcks: You can't mean to say that that's all I get. I worked hard. I corrupted, I bought, I sold. I deserve some sort of power of my own.

Capps: Is this all?

Anttimarcks: Iswhat all?

Capps: Is this all you wanted me here for? Just to b**ch me out for your own failures in life?

Anttimarcks: Now, you listen here, you... you...

    Anttimarcks stood, shaking his fist and his cane.

Capps: ... ... ... I think we're done here.

    Capps put out his cigarette and left the derelict room.

Anttimarcks: ... ... ... come, Lovejoy; we've work to do. A little simoleon-diplomacy, if you know what I mean.

Lovejoy: Yes, Mister Anttimarcks. Want I should call for a carriage?

Anttimarcks: Yes, we need to go to the Customs Office. I've a passport to renew.

    The two left the grimy room.

Chapter 10-ii: California One/Youth & Beuty Brigade




    At that very Reunion Ball, though, would a divisive issue arise, as brought up by the governor of Meloy...


The New Governor's Quarters in Verona.



Chapter 11-i: An Urgent Plea from the President of Verona

    The scene was bad. Nearly a quarter of the population of Verona was to be severed indefinately from the nation, and there was nothing the President could do.

    Verona had maintained nearly Ioo years of military non-agression. But this... this was different. She had to respect teh decision, as she had done for Meloy and California.

    But this! She knew those two would come back in a matter of time; not Empire, though. Empire-- or "Olympia," as they wanted to be known --was more hard-nosed than the others.


* * *
     President Conlee paced the stage of the amplitheatre in Capitol Park in Verona City. Seated around her were her closest advisors and Chiefs of Staff.

Conlee: This isn't going to work.

Advisor i: We have no choice but to accept.

Conlee: No, no. Not that-- our military. This isn;'t gonna work. Didn't you hear? Deimos and Lyra have both proclaimed Neutrality, and Arbol and Kraureich are backing "Olympia" 110%.

Advisor ii: You don't actually suppose they'll do anything to us... do you?

Conlee: I don't know, but I don't want to take any chances. I suggest we draft an appeal to the international community.

    And so, Conlee and her advisors drafted the President's Plea of 1862, asking all nations of the world to help in defense of Veronan democracy.

* * *


(The Amplitheatre of old Verona Park.)


Chapter 5-9



    Forty years had passed since the establishment of the Veronan Republic. Forty years. The country, under their first president of Carter Meloy, had quickly spread to all coasts of its continent, creating a total of 10 provinces and countless cities.

    The Sterlannean Empires of Deimos, Arboles, Lyra, Vyrgo and Merle had since the end of the Lyran-Deiman War become considerably weaker, especially Lyra--- after losing to Deimos, the people overthrew the monarchy in a mostly nonviolent coup to establish a Veronaesque republic and had since kept a strong relationship with the nation it's modeled after.

    Now we find Meloy, in his mid-'60s, at the side of Queen Alexandra upon her deathbed. At the age of 88, she was one of the longest-ruling monarchs in Deiman history, helping to reform parliament and establisha  bill of rights.

Chapter 5-i: The End of an Era

    It was evening in the Royal Chambers in Deimos. Alexandra I, having lived her prime years full and fruitful, had become dull and gray. Her eyes were tired, her face in pain... It was a dim time in June, as she lay weak in her silks, surrounded by her servants of decades, and her closest friend, Carter.


Meloy: Your majesty... you look rather distressed.

Alexandra: ...? Hn? Oh. Oh, We're just... complacent. There's lots to think about.

Meloy: Yes. I understand. Your life deserves retrospect. You've accomplished a lot.

Alexandra: Yes, well, We suppose that We have.

Meloy: You helped create two-- no, three republics. You overthrew the Lyran tyranny, established a bill of rights and helped Verona... yet, at thought of this you still cringe? How-so?

Alexandra: At the thought of the Republics. We're not all daisies, Carter. We've made some very unscrupulous deals in Our life. Our existence is not pure, and it's only now that We've come to realize the consequences...

Meloy: The... consequences?

Alexandra: Consequences. The deal at hand helped to create all that had been accomplished... would ultimately destroy it. There'd be more loss of life... more property damage. Oh, Carter...

    The Queen looked dismayed. She teared up and began to softly cry. She lifted her head and gawked at Meloy. Her eyes looked stern, yet exhausted.

Alexandra: ...it's horrible. How could We've done this? He... he had it planned this way. His profits were high, Our gamble was blind. Carter, please... you must forgive Us!

Meloy: For what!? What am I to forgive you for!? Surly your sin isn't that bad!

Alexandra: Oh, but it is... We struck a bargain with the devil! The fifties--- those wretched, damned fifties! The time was hard and Lyra was knocking! We were desperate! We employed Vyrgonian mercenaries, but their leader demanded 

something! A leadership Yes! O' what a fool We were!

Meloy: You... you don't mean...!

    The Queen teared up again.

Alexandra: Aye, Carter! The one and teh same... first the General Assembly... then, as I lay dying... he will take the throne from my grand-daughter.

Meloy: And... destroy all you worked for... Verona---! But, it can't be him, can it!?

    With that, the door slammed open. In strolled slowly a metal-sound limp of a man in faded indigo robes. A beret lay upon his wrinkled brow, its feather a-skew and grey. The man's face was dark with a dirty smirk peeling out as he inched closer to the silk-latent bed of the Queen, clutching his cane of gold and mahogany.

Meloy: No... it... it can't... it can't be...!

Dukeson: But it is. I told you, Carter. I told you that your nation was not long for this world. I told you to stay out of my way. You should've left Verona to the battle against Lyra. You could've rebuilt, but, no--- instead you lock ME up on AVERY FOR FOUR DECADES! 40 YEARS, CARTER, ALONE IN A TOWER. I could've left Verona out of my plans, but now I need it. Because of you. You brought the destruction of your own peoples, you and that wench of a queen over there. Pitiful. I'm a man of my 70s! I was cut down in my prime! I was denied the throne after making your... your... "country" a reality! I OWN VERONA, DAMMIT, AND I'LL TAKE BACK WHAT'S MINE!

Meloy: It was never yours! You don't own people!

Dukeson: Like Hell I don't! I spent her term making her the most powerful being on the face of the Earth, so that I could inherit her unused control. What a waster of 60 years of rule. The wretch of 88. Look at you. Pitiful.

    The Queen looked rather weak by the end of the monologue. She had been holding a half-empty crystal glass above her, the light from the chandeliers filtering unto her face. Her eyes were glazed over, fixed unto something of nonexistence. Everything she knew to be became something of a dream. After a minute or so, she began to talk, still fixed on nothingness. Her voice was faint.

Alexandra: Oh, Dukeson. Our dear dukeson... We're not the one of pity. We didn't live our life in spite... you... you truly are the pitiful wretch here. You offered Us help and We offered you nobility... to reject nobility for power... oh, my... my, my my... Carter... Carter, be a dear... please look after Dukeson for us...

    The crystal dropped unto her bed, spilling its contents into her sheets. She gasped once into limpness. The Queen had passed--- in an air of strange dignity she lay.


Chapter 5-ii: The Secret Will

Dukeson: Wisdom from the dead is hardly wisdom at all.

Meloy: So I suppose I brought this fate upon myself, then? My insolence to your will sealed the fate of a people, is that it?

    Dukeson smiled.

Dukeson: Bingo. Though I may be a man without scruple, I'm hardly a man without honour. Without integrity. I follow gentlemen's procedures, you know. I'll allow you to go. Prepare yourself for it.

Meloy: It?

Dukeson: Yes. I want my toy back.

    It was daytime now-- Carter had gone to the canals of Deimos to board the small boat he arrived on.


    Dukeson had already passed the declaration of war in Parliament.


    Carter, only in a fishing boat and an hour head-start, had to beat the massive Royal Deiman Navy to Verona.

Chapter 5-iii: New Baltimore

    The shores of New Baltimore were pale and pastelesque on the morning of Carters arival. he had encountered some troubles on the sea and rolled into the piers of New Baltimore backwards (so I couldn't move the boat the right wait...).

    Upon his arrival, the premier calmly stepped ashore. Not many people were up yet, and the merchant ships had not yet left.


    Carter strolled down Independence Avenue to the City Hall, where the day's meet had just begun.

Meloy: Yes, Ms. Secretary? May I speak with the mayor? It's kind of urgent.

Secretary: Of course, sir. It's always a pleasure to have you--- please, into her office.

Waggonner: Oh, hello, Carter. How was the Queen?

Meloy: Well... she just couldn't hold on any longer. She passed away in the midst of something rather important... and I need you to help make sure that this matter of importance doesn't become a catastrophe, okay?

Waggonner: Yes, of course, but... what's the problem?

Meloy: The successor to teh throne is none-other than Count Dukeson, and... well, he's got a rather vengeful mind.

Waggonner: He's mobiized the navy, I take it?

Meloy: Precisely. They should be here soon, too. I need you to evacuate the residents within four blocks of the coast. I need to set up the militia on the shore.

    Mayor Waggonner had left with the police force to manually evacuate the residents of New Baltimore's coast to the inland

    The time, then was right for Carter to go and assemble the militia. He arrived at the barracks shortly after initiiating the order for evacuation. After assembling the militiamen, he explained the situation.

Meloy: Men, we're facing an odd enemy-- hopefully one we don't have to engage in close range. The Deimans. Once our friends, yes. Technically our mother. yes. We're fighting our mother--- though it's not really our mother. She's drunk. Drunk with power. Nonetheless, men, your mission is to stop her from landfall and defend us if she gets here. Understood? Good. I want you to use cannons to ward off the ships. Simple enough, yeah? Not only that, but I need you to blockade the bay of Verona for us. Assemble the navy, men. We've work to do.

    After his monologue, Carter handed the duties over the his General and headed for the capital.


        In the Capitol, Carter had entered the Governor's Quarters to discuss the matters with his Vice President, Morticia Brideau.

Brideau: He's angry, huh?

Meloy: Yeah, pretty much. He's in an odd superiority complex. It's a pretty good plan, really. He conned the entire Kingdom.

Brideau: Y'know, I figured he would've died in Avery. I mean, we're in our 60s. He's in his, what, 70s? He wasn't in good shape to begin with, I mean, he was kinda fat-- obese, really.

Meloy: Y'know, I was thinking the same thing. Nonetheless, business time.

Brideau: Yes. So what's your plan?

Meloy: Well, I figure we'd line the coast with cannons, then blockade the city with our ships. I figure damaging them from land would weaken them enough to hold off until reinforcements arrive.

Brideau: Reinforcements...? Oh, you mean the Lyrans! Oh, that'd get that Dukeson going.

Meloy: And while the Royal Deiman Navy was preoccupied... we could go to Deimos and oust Dukeson.

Brideau: Love it.


    New Baltimore's coast was vacant when the militia arrived. Promptly did they set up the cannons and wait in anticipation of the Deiman ships' arrivals.

    About an hour into the wait, the Deimans launched a cannon assault unto the shore through the fog. The militia fired back, intensely, ultmately sinking two ships and damaging the flagship, though the fleet pressed on. Though two were rendered useless, six remained and continued on to Verona.

    Luckily, the Lyran fleet had come up in the nick of time to hold the Deimans off. A fleet of Lyran ships with white flags had docked in the Bay of Verona, one letting its denizens off to talk with Carter.

Cpt. Lacrosse: President Meloy, eet iz a pleasure to have met you today. We of Lyra feel completely in debt to you for your help in our revolution!

Meloy: Oh, come now. We couldn't let you live like that.

Cpt. Lacrosse: Hah, well, let's get to business. You need protection during ze siege, yes?

Meloy: And... well, yes, and I need you to... take me to Deimos, too.

Cpt. Lacrosse: What? Why?

Meloy: I want the Count of Deimos out of power. Permanently. He's a threat to us all.

Cpt. Lacrosse: WHAT!? Zis... zis is... zis is big! It's near-impossible! Are you sure?

Meloy: Positive.


    The Lyran Navy escorted Carter to his final showdown with Dukeson.

Chapter 5-iv: Oust
    Deimos was in a state of pure and utter chaos. The city's residents had all been put under a cimpulsory state of house arrest... not liking this too much, riots soon broke out.

    People had creatd abedlam in the streets, unwanted or anticipated by Dukeson.

Dukeson: Y'know, I thought telling everyone just to sit inside would've been easier.

Aide: I guess a taste of freedom got to their heads. Maybe you shouldn't of set fire to the bill of rights during Parliament today...?

Dukeson: Nonsense. ...damn. This'll be hard. How do we restore order? The military's doing its best, and... ugh...


    High winds and strong currents slammed the Lyran ship into the rocky shore of Deimos, where 64-year-old Carter Meloy jumped from and rolled unto. Armed with a handgun and a third of the Lyran navy, he lead the storm of the city.

Meloy: Captain! Take your brigade to the west side of the city towards the fires! Take out the Deiman army and restore order. I've bigger fish to fry.

    Carter proceeded to storm the palace.


Dukeson: Hmph. That withered old Queen! She ruined it all!

Aide: Ahh, well, sir... we've a bit of a problem.

Dukeson: Now what?

Meloy: I'm what

    Carter had his pistol up to the back of the head of the Count.

Dukeson: Shouldn't you be dead? Didn't I blow you up?

Meloy: What do you mean?

Dukeson: Your stupid Governor's Quarters. I had it filled with gunpowder.


Meloy: You do realize that noone would be in there, right?

Dukeson: I do now, obviously, because you're here.

Meloy: And I suppose you know what I want to do?

Dukeson: Hang me from the Arch.

Meloy: Precisely.

Dukeson: Of course you would. But then who'd lead Deimos?

Meloy: What of Alexandra III? Isn't she the rightful owner of the throne?

Dukeson: Technically, though she's in exile on Avery Island.

Meloy: I'm sure parliament can handle all that comes their way until she returns.

Dukeson: Typical of you. A system of representatives? Why? Why go to that, with so much power? After I fall, so will civilization, too. Totalitarianism is needed. End of story. You and that wretched queen couldn't realize that, could you?

Meloy: ...goodbye, Count.

    With that final line, Carter pulled the tigger of his pistol. The Count fell limp to the floor, blood cascading down his robes. The pistol dropped beside the corpse, as Carter walked out of the room.

    As he walked towards the Lyran ship, he looked back at the burning Deiman Capitol.

Meloy: Good riddens, Count.


Chapter 5-v: Return to Verona
      Verona had remained relatively safe. The Lyrans were perfectly capable of disabling the Deiman ships and driving them from the bay of Verona.

    A few houses in New Baltimore had gotten damaged by the Deiman cannons, though the costs remained low.

    The Governor's Quarters, yet again, had been destroyed. It was in its ashes where Carter met up with Morticia at sunset.

Meloy: This place is cursed, y'know. I don't think i get to ever have a house.

Brideau: Maybe you should rent out a cabin in the woods.

Meloy: With my luck there'd be a forest fire.

Brideau: True...

Meloy: ... yep...

Brideau: Do you... think we'll ever see another war here?

Meloy: Let's hope not... it's getting old.


Chapter 6-i: "These times, they are a-changin'"
    The year is 1848. Some twenty years have passed since the death of the first leader and founder of the world's first representative democracy. Carter Meloy had built a successful empire, and times had been going well.

    The Democratic Republic of Verona, or DRV, had an astounding 30,000,000 sims, nearly twice the amount of its motherland. Its continent had been explored from front to back and had accumulated 10 provinces and some 98 congressional districts and 20 senators. The nation was on its 12th president and 28th congress. Its regulated capitalism and referendum-powered government had proven strong. The country was growing and its cities were sprawling...

    ...and things were about to get even better. DR Steel, a Detroit-based company, hadnearly perfected methods for the creation of the coveted alloy, and in 1845 went public with its procedure...


    Soon, everything began to use steel. Buildings had stronger frames, plumbing took root in urban areas... and new technologies sprung.

    With new, stronger material, more practical inventions were being introduced almost daily, and with the discovery of steam-power, the utilization of electricity for practical means began to spread.

    Coal was being mined to power generators of steam for factories, primarily, in an age of mass production, until...

    ...the modern steamtrain was introduced.


    Transportation of goods and sims suddenly became easier. The massive continent of Verona had a newfound connection between its many cities...

    Things especially took a turn when the province of Altair established the first power station ever known.


Chapter 6-ii: The Rise of Detroit

    The city of Detroit had a prime location. It was set upon the rivers Rough and Windsor-Detroit, with the latter of the two being one of wide, bay-like proportions. The far east of the country, where its capital and many cities reside, depended on passage of the rivers in order to access the rest of the county.

    Thus Detroit's importance came into play. Its location is strategic for trade and travel, and its resources were ideal for industry. It was only natural that it grew as quickly as it did...

    The first modern factory to open was Baltic, LTD., a company which specialized in th production of locamotives.


(Forgive the existence of cars. I just now realized that I had not cropped it as far as I wanted to...)

   Soon after the factory's establishment, many more followed suit. Bojarski Chemicals, a company that specialized in producing dyes from Indigo and orchid plants had established its headquarters upon the Rouge River's banks.


    David C. Gorman and Veronica J. Bluebird of Deimos invested in the first modern paper company, David & Vern Co., adding even more to the catalogue of Detroit industry.


    With industry came prosperity, and with prosperity came greatness. Times seemed perfect for Detroit and Verona.



Chapter 6-iii: Commerce

    Of course, with the introduction of industry, white-collar jobs grew in Detroit's burgeoning downtown. Primative steel-frame buildings began to steadily climb into the Windsor sky with each waking moment.


    The idea of a corporation had taken hold of the world, and many headquartered near their industries. Baltic, Bojarski, David & Vern... companies established buildings of management across much of the nation.


   And with the newfound money of the sims these companies employed came new ways for sims to entertain themselves. Broadway and musicals took hold of the nation's cultural centers with the building of theatre after theatre.

    Music took off with inventions such as the phonograph, so sims could record and play their favourite tunes at their homes.

    Architecture evolved with the air of ornateness as buildings all became works of art with intricate sculptures embodied in their facades.


    Sims everywhere began to long for the wealth and happiness that industrialized Verona promised... immigration picked up, new ideas took root, and political rifts began to form in the nations provinces...

Chapter 7-i: The New Nations' Paradox
    13 years after the official debut of the Industrial Revolution in the Democratic Republic of Verona, the nation's rapidly growing economy and intense social liberalism had called for scores of pieces of legislation to be quickly passed without full realization of possible problems that may arise.

    One such problem arose with the socially-minded government of California province, which believed strongly in the doctrine of Meloyism. Meloyism, a form of modern-day Socialism, stressed that the main duty of government was to work for the people whom they served by regulating commerce in order to protect human rights. The introduction of the New Nations Act of 1859 stressed the importance of protecting economic expansion, by stating:

"In order to allow and perpetuate current economic trends,

we of the Veronan Congress declare the Unionization Acts

of 1857 a threat to the Brideauistic econonomic structure set

in the framework of this great nation. This legislation mandates

the abolition of all current labor unions from existence, and

prevents the establishment of any new from here on out. Rec-

ognizing the need for human rights protection, more compre-

hensive legislation will be introduced in future congress."

    The Californian government saw this as a complete contradiction of the Constitution, which called for a balance of the free-market Brideauism and socialistic Meloyism. The Veronan Supreme Court, however, did not.

Chapter 7-ii: The New Nations' Convention of '61
    After threats of secession, a convention was called at the (now former) capital of California, San Marta de la Vega, commonly known as Vega.


Stratton Hall on Calle Verdad, the site of the New Nations' Convention.

Chapter 7-iii: Hurdles Even Here
    After three long weeks of constant bickering and charts of economic trends and profits, the Californian government remained firm with their pangs for secession. The Meloy province, just to California's north, joined the ticket, too.

    Luckily for the two states, a Mellocrat, the party of Carter Meloy’s socialism, headed the national government even though congress and the courts were of the more conservative Brideaucians, founded by Morticia Brideau. Though the Constitution had set up a system of checks and balances, authorization of secession was, as pardons go, a job soley meant for the President.

    On the final day of the convention, President Jennifer Conlee (Mellocrat-Arbeir) was called to make the final statement.

Conlee: It's a sad day here in Vega, isn't it? Our nation of not even 100 years has encountered its first great---truly great hurdle. I thought I could come here with news of compromise, but, unfortunately, I bring news of despair. Yes, I see the case of California. The Constitution protects the rights for a province to secede if its national government fails it. I must say that I, especially, am sorry. I side with them, but the courts do not. May they of California and Meloy enjoy their time separate from the rest of faire Verona. As I said, we've met our first great hurdle. Hurdles, even here.

Chapter 7-iv: The Gardenheads In Altair / Leave Me Alone
    We turn now to Altair, the economic capital of Verona. With 1.5 million sims, it was easily the largest city in al of Verona, with half a million more than Detroit and a full million more than Verona City.

    There in Altair was a group of super conservative business lords known as the Gardenheads. Despite their power, their political influence was extremely small. They were radicals, favoring a nation of pure capitalism, exclaiming that all social injustices could be taken care of through the free-market.


The Altair Financial District, circa 1861. Many of the world's first skyscrapers were built here.

    They were obviously mistaken.

    Despite this, they continued to pick up followers in their quest for pure free-marketeering. The news of the secession of California and Meloy, though, gave the Gardenhead chairman, Charles Anttimarcks and idea. Only hours after reading the secession, he called to order a meeting of the Gardenheads at his corporate headquarters for  Anttimarcks Banking in the Pearle Building of Altair.

Anttimarcks: I see opportunity for us, gentlemen. An opportunity to create the nation we've always wanted.

    He looked around his 18th floor board room. The red curtains were drawn, darkening the already dark mahogany panelled walls and cherry table. His accomplices sat at all parts of the table. Accounting giant Mortimer Green IV. Butcher tycoon Cruella Strawberry. Marquette Department Stores CEO Felix Marquette.

Green: And what opportunity would that be?

Anttimarcks: You may all recall that today in San Marta de la Vega the secession of California and Meloy was made legitimate.

Strawberry: And you see opportunity? Business there will collapse. Those socialist morons will regulate our branch offices into oblivion! And I bet they're all vegetarians, too!

Anttimarcks: That's not what I meant about opportunity. Not business there, per se, but... elsewhere.

Marquette: How do you mean?

Anttimarcks: It may seem a little dastardly, but... I propose that we... exploit the Constitution that gave us what we have now.

Green: Haven't we all been doing that for years?

Anttimarcks: Yes, well, I mean... a much grander scale I plan. Imagine... the reason California seceded was because new laws upset the Meloy-Brideau balance in our nation. When the courts fail to interperet measures the same, a province may break from the republic, so says the Constitution.

Strawberry: So?

Green: So I get it. If we can tip the balance to favor the Meloy aspects then it will give a more Brideauistic province the grounds...

Marquette: ...for secession.

Anttimarcks: Yes! Imagine! The break-away nation formed will be so incredibly pro-business, we can set our factories and headquarters with minimum tax burden...

Strawberry: ...and maximum power! Brilliant! So, step one: anonymously lobby for extremely leftist laws.

Marquette: Step two: show moral outrage towards the new measures.

Green: Step three: convince a province to secede.

Anttimarcks: Step four: profit. As passive as this President is, the secession should be cake, at least, though... at that, we must hurry. She's but 3 years left--- reelection was thought be cake, but the secession might've weakened her.

Green: But we've another problem--- what province shall secede?

Anttimarcks: Why, the most red-blooded, conservative land in all the country. Empire. I'll have my assistant send out a telegram.

    Anttimarcks walked over to his door and slowly opened it, signaling for an assistant to walk by.

    Later that night, Governor Capps of Empire Province received his telegram while reading the Olympian Forum.

Capps: ...blasted Californians and their social bull****. I swear, what's this country coming to?

Assistant: Sir, you've a telegram.

Capps: Ugh, leave me alone.


Downtown Altair at dusk.

Chapter 8-i: Tonight, Tonight
    Empire was the most Brideauistic and conservative province of the entire county. Situated upon the entire peninsula of the Veronan Western Expanse, it was founded by a group of veterans of the Arbolan-Veronan war back in 1830, when Verona started to emerge upon the international scene (The war was an act of desperation by the monarchy of Arboles, a country which was under extreme economic panic due to embargos by other nations, though that is another story all in its self). The people of the province were extremely stubborn, valuing tradition and religion over everything else. The people were either lower class and nationalistic or aristocratic and greedy, though both groups were extremely war hawk-ish and suspicious of foreigners.

    James Thomas Capps was a retired four-star general of the Veronan army and was known for being very pushy, aggressive and foul-mouthed. Just two days after receiving a summon from Anttimarcks in Altair did he leave, arriving in the city three weeks later by train. Anttimarcks and his fellow Gardenheads had set up a meeting with him in the northwestern part of Altair, the chokey-aired, crime-infested industrial coastline.


Northwestern Altair at the dawn of the industrial revolution.

Capps: You all are late.

Marquette: Fashionably.

Capps: Why did you guys drag me all the way from Olympia?

Strawberry: We have a bit of a... business proposition with you.

Anttimarcks: Are you familiar with the recent secessions of Meloy and California?

Capps: Of course.

Green: We would like you to do the same.

Capps: What...? But, why? I... what?  Why would I ever!? I've spent two ecades of my life servicing this land, why on earth would I do such a thing?

Anttimarcks: Because, unbeknownst to you, several senators and congressmen are plotting a massive business reform bill which will almost certainly overturn the new Nations Act...

Green: ...and instate several regulations on business to promote the social welfare of the poor by stressing national importance of labor unions, especially in the fields of...

Strawberry: ...mining and manufacturing.

    Both sectors were the main economic force in Empire.

Capps: What!? You... you're sure...? Why... how... you're teling me now? What... why, I don't quite...

Anttimarcks: To prepare, James, so you can rally your people to FIGHT for this!

Marquette: These socialistic travesties cannot pass!

Capps: But, when? When will such legislation appear?

Anttimarcks: Why... tonight, James. Tonight.

Green: ...tonight? Wait, tonight?

Anttimarcks: YES, Mortimer, TONIGHT.

    But neither parties realized the presence of a woman putting up flyers for a community bake-off...

Chapter 8-ii: Billy Liar's Got His Hands in His Pockets

    Daisy Kennedy was a 27-year-old moderate Mellocratic congresswoman for Altair's downtown congressional district. Her mother was a middle-class white schoolteacher from New Baltimore and her father a black mayoral aide of the same city (Mind you, never in the history of Verona or the powers of Sterlannepe had racism or gender inequalities been an issue).

    The Veronan congress had been holding their meetings in Altair for the past month while the Capitol in Verona underwent refurbishment. Being in her hometown again, she decided to help out with community events. She had been putting up bake-off flyers in the neighborhood when she overheard Anttimarcks and Capps.

Kennedy: Now, wait just a miinute... what are they talking about? I'm unaware of these bills... excuse me, what 'bills' do you mean? I'm on the Mellocratic economic policy committee and I...

Green: Well, um, you see it's, um, it's--

Anttimarcks: CONGRESSMAN BORSA, it is, um, him, madam congresswoman, who was to bring it to committee tonight.

Kennedy: Oh... well, this is... rather odd... excuse me...

    Daisy left the area to her residence in midtown shortly after Capps retreated to his hotel.

Strawberry: DAMN, what are we gonna do now!? She'll go to committee and start questioning and--

Anttimarcks: NOT... if we get there first. As I said... Congressman Borsa. Sold his soul for a cheap shot at election, I've him at my fingertips.

    The group left for Borsa's temporary office in Altair City Hall. Meanwhile, Kennedy had just arrived home at the posh Carolina apartment building midtown.


The posh Carolina.

Chapter 9-i: One Thing Leads To Another

               Meanwhile, in Altair City Hall, Daisy Kennedy was hard at work, trying to assemble all the members of the economic policy committee. Congressman Londostone, congressman Jefferson, congresswoman Vienna, congressman Demley… but no congressman Borsa. Pacing the white marble colonnade of the hall’s central portico, she pondered exactly what sort of bill Borsa had in mind that would so “radically” alter economic policies towards the Mellocratic persuasion, especially since Borsa was a staunch Brideaucian.

Kennedy reproached the front door of the hall while straightening her white cloche over her long, ebony hair. Before she could lay hand to the handle, however, the door swung open. In the partition stood a short man in a red concierge’s outfit with a tall, pale, Anttimarcks behind him. While lifting his hands to adjust his top hat, Kennedy’s mind rattled over how white his hair is; the concierge’s gloves would weep in envy, she thought. The businessman’s cane snapped to the floor with a loud “clack,” jettisoning Kennedy out of her dreamlike state. The intimidating man grimaced at the woman before him and walked out.



Altair City Hall: the temporary Veronan capitol.

    Moments later, she had arrived to the boardroom where the policy conference was to take place. There, with a presentation already set upon the mahogany table, congressman Borsa stood. Soon after, the rest of the committee shuffled in and the meeting began.

Kennedy: Today’s meeting is called to order at… 1:27 in the post meridiem… new business?

    Congressman Borsa stood and cleared his throat.

Kennedy: Yes… Mr. Borsa… you… you had something to present, I overheard… some… policy changes?

    Kennedy straightened her glasses and peered up at Borsa from her papers, her eyebrows quirked to outstanding heights.

Borsa: Why, yes, I do, as a matter-of-fact. If I may just borrow some of the committee’s time, I—

Demley: Just start, already, and don’t do that condescending over-exaggeration of your words like this.

Borsa: Why, Mr. Demley! I haven’t a clue as to what you’re talking about! Now…      

    Demley rolled his eyes and leaned back into his chair, legs crossed.

Borsa: Life… that’s what we’re here to protect, yes? LifeLiberty. Powerful principles that all people across our fine nation possess…

Vienna: Cut the crap, Bora, get on with it.

Borsa: …yes, well… I propose a radical reversal of New Nations; not only should we reinstate the legality of labor unions, but I propose we even add such concepts as minimum wage.

     The boardroom went silent. Kennedy’s left eyebrow quirked as she opened her mouth to talk, finding herself unable to speak. The New Nations Act prohibited the establishment of unions and led to the secessions of the provinces of Meloy and California.

Londostone: You, a Brideaucian… want to enact the first national minimum wage?

Borsa: Yes.

Jefferson: And you have support?

Borsa: Yes.

Demley: And everyone here supports it?

    Everyone lightly nodded in agreement

Kennedy: Then… it’s settled, I guess. HR 19 will be presented today in congress…



Midtown Altair.

    Meanwhile, on the opposite side of town, Anttimarcks had been slipping several notes to key Brideaucians in the house and senate. Around 2 ‘o clock, he arrived at a small brownstone rowhouse. He jabbed his cane into the door three times, and Governor Capps of Empire came to answer.

Capps: Oh… it’s you. What?

Anttimarcks: Sir, I came across this letter from congressman Borsa’s personal belongings! Here! Take a look!

    Anttimarcks opened an undelivered letter he had in his coat pocket.

Anttimarks: It says, “Tonight HR 19 will be introduced by Congressman Borsa. Having debts to repay, you are to vote in favor of the resolution unconditionally.”

    Capps looked dazed. Such a blow to his morale…

Capps: You… you’re certain? Who… who did this?

Anttimarcks:I haven’t the slightest clue!

Capps: Then… this is it. One thing leads to another.




Capps' Altair rowhouse.





Chapter 3-4


Chapter 3-i: R'muhgehdin

    Within minutes of the first primative molotov's release, the city of Verona was set ablaze. Everything was on fire. Soldiers from both sides ran through the steets. Lyrans shot at everything that moved. Deimans cared not for who was shot.

    Among the chaos, Meloy saw Dukeson run towards the harbor.

Meloy: Hey! Get back here! You caused this, so stick around and watch!

    Brideau, who was in front of Dukeson, tripped him and held him to the ground. She and Carter then proceeded to drag Dukeson to the Governor's Quarters.

    Shortly after they barricaded themselves within the building, firs had been set all about the city.


    The market had been set ablaze, along with the surrounding buildings.


    The Church Block had been completely destroyed.


    Even the Court of Royals, where the Veronan Militia was meant to assemble, had been destroyed.

    Most shocking, though, was when fighting had broken out in the residential quarters... where many citizens had gone to hide during the city's surge.


    By nightfall, most of the Lyran Navy had been either killed or imprisoned; the General and a crew of 20, however, managed to escape.

    Many remained at large, though, engaging in hit-and-run wwarfare with the Deimans, though no additional fires were started--- all of the ones from that day still existed.

    Verona had no comprehensive fire brigade. All of the fires from the battles earlier were still burning strong. The Governor's Quarters, especially, were in severe danger.

Meloy: We have to get out of here.

Brideau: To where? Dukeson could escape.

Meloy: To Deimos. To the Queen. This man is responsible for the deaths of, as the report is, 144 people. I say we let the Court of Judge Levitico decide his fate.

Dukeson: L-Levitico!? I... I'll be put to death!

Meloy: Exactly.

Dukeson: You... you can't do this! I outrank you! I command our General Assembly! I craft the Foreign Policy!

Brideau: And look what it's brought us. War. Under you we've had four wars. Four. FOUR.

Dukeson: And we've expanded the empire threefold!

Meloy: At what cost, though? Thousands of innocent lives, from both sides. Not even enemies--- innocent countries.

Brideau: A... a war criminal. That's what you are. I'm comfortable calling you a term coined 300 years from now.

Dukeson: You... you two. You can't do this. I forbid it. So, you're the Queen's friend. You're still a heretic. An idealistic nitwit. If it were up to me... why, you would of been dead years ago. That shriveled up old bag of a Queen has no power left. None. She's a figure we entertain. You kill me... you kill Deimos. You kill your precious little town here.

Meloy: I'd say you've accomplished that already, sir. Look around. Just breathe it in--- oh wait. YOU CAN'T. The air is thick with the smoke of the innoce

nts. We're drenched in your sin.

Brideau: Now get up before we all burn.


    And, just as the three left, a gun-powder stock set fire.


    Chapter 3-ii: Homeward Bound

    The three hurried towards the sea, when a surge of Lyran guerillas almost instantaneously spawned before them. They, of course, were after Dukeson. Aided by the remaining Deiman troops, they were able to make it to an undamaged ship of the Royal Fleet.

Meloy: Daylight! I was getting sick of smoke!


    The ship set out for the motherland of Deimos, all anxious for the trial of Dukeson.

   Chapter 3-iii: Retrospect

    That night, without their Governor, the people emerged from their hiding. The Lyrans had retreated, and the Deimans had stationed themselves in the western mountains. The fires had all subsided, and the townsfolk were free to survey the damage.


    The Primary Commercial Plaza was the site of most of the battling, as evident by the level of property damage present.


    The recently established Medical Centre had been near-obliterated.


    Most of the newly-built rowhouses had been destroyed in the initial surge.


    The government offices along Elizabeth Place were mostly in ruins.


    Although its perimetre had been mostly destroyed, the grounds of the militia were mostly spared--- including the bronze statue of Queen Alexandra.


    Most shocking to the people, though, was the utter devastation the Governor's Quarters--- the finest architecture of the entire colony--- had faced.

Chapter 3-iv: The Trial of Count Dukeson pt. 1

    Meanwhile, as day broke in Deimos, Count Dukeson and his captors of Carter Meloy and Morticia Brideau, had arrived in port and were immediately sent to the Queen's daily assembly in the Capitol.


Man in Blue: All shall bow before the presence of Her Majesty, Queen Alexandra I.

Alexandra: Carter... it's been too long. For years, nothing but memorandums and doctrines.

Meloy: A face-to-face meeting can be refreshing, no?

Alexandra: Quite refreshing. We are glad to see you again. Now, please--- we would like to get down to business.

Meloy: Indeed. Morticia?

Brideau: Yes. Ahem. Your Majesty? Are you familiar with an "Operation Trojan," certified by Count Dukeson?

Alexandra: Yea.

Brideau: "Operation Trojan" had just recently ended with the ne'er complete annihilation of the settlement of Verona. Although most of the Lyran Navy, the operation's primary target, had been either killed or impressed, their General had escaped unharmed, aided by the Lyran Elite--- "Trojan's" secondary and teritiary targets--- to the King of Lyra, most likely revealing the existence of thec land around Verona...

Meloy: ...thus compromising our monopoly over the New Continent. As well as "Operation Trojan's" failure, the siege had caused an estimated §11,780 in damage to the colony's infrastructure---

Brideau: ---not to mention the countless claims that will be filed by the settlers with mainland insurers. Our economy simply cannot handle such a risky operation.

Meloy: 144 people were killed in all of the chaos, excluding the soldiers of Deimos. We wish to charge Count Dukeson with 144 counts of murder, 230 counts of malicious property destruction and 12 counts of Royal Insubordination.

Alexandra: And a trial you shall get. We will hand the trial over to Judge Levitico. The court-date is set for next Saturday.

Meloy: Thank you, your Majesty. Come, Morticia--- I've a townhouse not too far from here.

    Dukeson was put into holding as his captors left for Meloy's townhouse.



Chapter 4-i: The Trial of Count Dukeson pt. 2
    That night, in the townhouse, Carter and Morticia thought of the trial to come.

Meloy: I wonder...

Brideau: Wonder what?

Meloy: What they would do to him. I mean, he DOES lead the General Assembly. He's a key figure.

Brideau: ...well... nevermind.

    That weekend, the two went to Dukeson's trial at the Royal Courthouse in Amster.


    The judge, Levitico, was one known throughout the country for his stern personality and harsh sentencing. The evidence in the case against the Count was overwhelming. Many across the country figured a hanging was the bare minimum of his sentence. Others felt torture would be in order. The verdict, however, shocked even the Queen.

Levitico: Count.

Dukeson: ...

Levitico: The evidence against you is trememdous. How you could be so careless and insubordinate is astounding. Yourm plan was poorly miscalculated. By my law, because of all you are responsible for, you should be put to death.

Dukeson: ...

Levitico: H


Alexandra, Meloy, Brideau & Dukeson: !?

Levitico: You are an asset to the throne. Your policies are a necessity in our war with Lyra. To exterminate you would put the entire country's fate at risk. For this... you are to be exiled to Avery Island for 20 years, still with political power, though all doctrines are to be subjected to editing. Guards! Take him away.

    The judge banged his gavel.

Meloy: WHAT!? HE... HE... THIS...

Alexandra: But he is right.

Brideau: ...

    Dukeson was sent to the Grand Cathedral, where he was prepped for shipment to Avery Island.


Chapter 4-ii: Avery Island

    Avery Colony, informally known as Avery Island, is the name of a small island-colony near the Altair Territory of Verona. It is a rocky island with steep cliffs and dense forests, surrounded by water of a strong current. It was designated to be a penal colony, under a program instituted by Dukeson himself. It gets its name from the architect of the island's concrete-mortar prison and tower.

    As of late, it is the informal center for immigration and registration of those fleeing nations Lyra is at war with.


    The island's prison is said to be completely impregnable. With walls covered in 3 feet of limestone brick and five 2-foot-thick sheets of cast-iron-supported concrete, it is the most structurally sound building known to SimKind.

    The prison houses convicts, murderers, dissenters and exiles.


    The island's initial purpose was to be a place of religious gatherings. A massive cathedral was to be built, commisioned by Warren Avery. During the first part of construction, a massive mosque-like tower, Dukeson had rezoned the island for a prison. Seeing as Avery and his crew were still there, the cathedral plans were abandoned and the prison was built.


    Shortly after Lyra had declared war on a nation called Merle (now part of Lyra), an influx of immigrants to Deimos had occured. Avery Island was to be the center in which Merlen refugees were to be registered. The abandoned cathedral tower acts as a beacon for immigrant ships to follow.

Chapter 4-iii: The Detroit Project

   It was sunny, though Carter was depressed. He was sure Dukeson was to be put to death, or be sentenced to life in prison. He and the Queen discussed the matter along the River Thyme.


Meloy: This is horrible.

Alexandra: Come now. Any war decisions he makes will be reviewed by a council. We had suggested it.

Meloy: Yeah, but what about when he gets out? I mean...

Alexandra: We understand. You have more to worry about, though. Your city, nay, your nation, needs you! They must rebuild! They must expand! You must help them!

Meloy: Nation. Heh.

Alexandra: Yes. As of today, Verona is merley a dependent of Deimos! Feel free to govern yourselves! Just report back to us. You're a teenager now. Explore! Experiment!

Meloy: That's mighty fine of you, but... the resources and space...

Alexandra: Come. We've much to discuss. Off to the more seedier side of town.


    The two had ventured to the Rose district of apartments and townhouses.

The Queen walked up to a ne'er abandoned looking segment and knocked on the door. Upon its opening, she instructed Carter to follow.

Meloly: Is this place for secret business?

Alexandra: No. I just find palaces and the ornate to be nauseating in excess.

Meloy: Ah, yes, well...

Alexandra: Carter, your nation is quite large. I want you to know that. Just yesterday did the latest commision of explorers return with their complete map.

Meloy: Really?

Alexandra: Yes. And with your nation is great promise. So much land... fertile, rugged, flat, beautiful... many territories, named already, of course.

Meloy: And...?

Alexandra: Carter, I want you to have this nation for us. For Deimos. Lyra caught on. They've a fort, New Lyra, just over the mountains your city is sheltered by.

Meloy: You want me to make sure all of Verona goes to us.

Alexandra: Exactly. I want you to have this map. You and Morticia. You will go to Verona with a portion of our army and hundred of simoleons in building materials. With you I will send one of my most trusted aides, Jon Windsor.

Meloy: For what?

Alexandra: For a new colony. Expand, Carter. I suggest you go to the province named after Windsor. Much is to be expected of it.

    The Queen handed Meloy a rolled up scroll of pink, containing a map of all Verona.


(This region is massive. I totaled some 80 large-sized lots on this map.)

    Meloy accepted all the queen had said, and was off. He went to go find Brideau, so he may explain their new mission in their new world.

Chapter 4-iv: Detroit

    After a few days at sea and messages to Verona, Carter, Morticia and Jon had set off to the river-blessed region of Windsor to establish a colony to be named Detroit. While at sea, they noticed a blockade of ships and heavy smoke from the area of New Lyra.

    When they arrived, they surveyed the land. A broad river. Rather flat. Sparse trees and good soil. Perfect.


Chapter 1-2


The year is 1767.  1767 according to the Deiman calendar, that is, as this was long before the modern SimCalendar.  It was in this year that the Empire of Great Deimos, under the rule of Alexandra I, had reached the end of its meagar island home.

 As most safe and powerful nations do, the island had attracted many immigrants.  Unfortunately, the space on the island was much too tight.  Precious farm-land was sold for housing.  The only answer to the overpopulation was to expand and extend outward.

 To the north lay rocky coasts of sterile land and water of brine.  To the west lay larger islands of competing nations.  To the east, however, was a supposed continent of enormous size.

In desperation, Queen Alexandra I sent a fleet of 10 ships: 5 of passengers, 2 of food and supplies, 2 of militiamen and one of government to settle a new colony of the continent named aptly for its beauty and bounty.

This is the story of that colony and what it became. This is the story of Verona.


Chapter I-i: New Beginnings


       It was an early April morning the ships had set sail. The climate, near Mediterranean, proved helpful in the shipmates' comfort. The former governor of Deimos' Amster region, religious heretic and free-speech advocate Carter Meloy had been appointed by the royal court to lead the new Verona settlement.

       After a rough two weeks at sea, the troupe of ships had reached a potential land to settle. Checking their maps, the navigation crew had decided that the land they had reached was, indeed, the Verona they had been searching for.

       A report left by the Deimos Exploration Committee had highlighted the most prospectus location for settlement: a sheltered bay of fresh-water (fed by a ground-water reserve) with sea-access and relatively fertile soil.



       The location was set, and late one night the boats had arrived to the shore.



Chapter I-ii: The Settlement
        Upon landfall, the collective 2,2oo settlers were awestruck. The land before them was unlike anything they had ever seen. It was broad and tall. Where ferns and palms were in Deimos existed oaks, maples and juniper. Grey, jagged coasts were replaced by soft limestone sand. The mountains before them seemed to had stretched into a void reachable only by the gods.


       This land was astounding and all, but the settlers knew what they had come to do and had quickly began working on a sustainable city: brickworkers began to make streets of sandstone and homes of shale; blacksmiths worked on locks and grates and guns; architects planned affordable rowhouses and government structures. Within the first year, the city had a near-complete infrastructure.

       A chapel was built across the colony's government caucus, Meloy Market Hall, and lawmakers quickly began to go to work on making sure the colony ran smoothly and effectively.


       Several community gardens had grown to become collective farms, in which the owners would then sell crops at the local market.


       And as a final commodity, the colony had set up its very own functioning port. Soon after establishment, Governor Meloy had sent out a messenger to Deimos, requesting the Queen come see the work accomplished.


Chapter I-iii: The Alexandra Doctrine pt. 1

       On September 12th, 1607, the people of Verona had gathered in anticipation of the queen's visit to Verona. Governor Meloy and his advisor, Morticia Brideau, had gathered with their congress at the colony's shore as the queen's lavish fleet approached.

(Ooooh, dialogue.)

Meloy: Those're they, no?

Brideau: I do believe they are. Three, yes?

Meloy: But of course. Tensions with Lyra are high. She needs protection. I had pictured the ships to be nicer looking, though. Ah, well.

Brideau: Indeed, these seem not too unlike our's.

Meloy: Looks can be deceiving.

       With that remark, the queen's fleet had run ashore.




Chapter 2-i: The Alexandra Doctrine pt. 2

    Meloy and Brideau stood at the shore in the company of two decorated soldiers, each with a spear and a handgun. The ships came ashore, and descending from an extended ramp was a man in indigo velvet robes and a feathered beret. Behind him stood a man in white, clutching a scroll in his hands. The man in velvet proceeded down the ramp, stopping before Meloy and Brideau.

Man in White: In place of Her majesty the Queen, the Empire of Great Deimos presents Count Barron Dukeson Daufin III.

Dukeson: God save the Queen!

Meloy: Amen.

Brideau: ...I thought... Isn't Her Majesty supposed to--

Dukeson: --to be here? Haha, no, times are far too dangerous. She sent me, instead, to deliver you a set of guidelines and a premade parliamentary group.

Meloy: Really? That... doesn't seem to be like her. She sent me to be in charge, and---

Dukeson: Yeah, well, she changed her mind. Is there somewhere more formal we could meet. Err, safer than here, if any?

Brideau: Safe?

Dukeson: Yes, safe.

Brideau: Sure, I mean... the Governor's Quarters are just to the north of here.


Chapter 2-ii: Arrival

    In the Governor's Quarters, the three sat down, as Dukeson began to read from the scroll--- basically a set of restrictions on freedoms, tax programs... the works for any settlement.

    Unknown to them, or, at least Morticia and Carter, something had happened just to the colony's west...

    The Lyrans had assembled in the hills, after following the Deiman ships.

General: Ze Queen of all Deimos is here, men. We are to go into ze colony and bring her to ze Royals back home. Our war has gone on for too long! It is ze time for action!


    The Lyran Navy had assembled in the hills of Far Verona, after following the ships of Deimos to the colony.

        Back in Deimos, however, a memorandum had just reached the Queen:


To Her Majesty:

By the time you read this, Operation Trojan will be under way.

The plan to use your royal fleet as a decoy to attract the attention of the Lyran navy has an 80% chance of success. As they attempt to raid Verona, demanding full custody of you and your cabinet, the Trojan squad shall attack from the city's east side at the sea and the south side at the cove.

The cost of rebuilding the new installments in Verona will be miniscule in comparison to the gain of defeating the Lyran Navy.


    The next morning, political tensions had begun to form between Meloy and Dukeson...


Meloy: This is an outrage! Not even the mainland has a press devoted to propaganda for the war!

Dukeson: She appointed me to these rules, and I crafted them in mind of YOUR people's protection.

Meloy: It sounds to me like you're trying to set up a totalitarian system, here. Don't think that I don't know about Avery Colony. They're at the mercy of the General Assembley--- the office YOU run.

Dukeson: Are you implying that I'm imposing this Constitution for control? I could care less about what happens here! This is merely back-up, in case...

Meloy: In case what?

Dukeson: In case... look, just forget it. These are the rules.

Meloy: Well, then, how about the taxes? 22% higher than the mainland! We don't even utilize any social services!

Dukeson: Untrue. Were giving you a militia. You get to appoint a general, even, if all goes to plan.

    The duo soon ended their walk and arrived at the Verona Affair's building. It was near dark now, and deliberation by the local Congress on the new Constitution was to begin, when...

    A messenger barged in.

Messenger: Sir! There's smoke on the horizon! Lots!

Meloy: ...what?

Dukeson: ...

    Sure enough, there was a fire at a guard tower to the west.


    Shortly after the messenger's interruption, a call for the Queen was heard from outside. Meloy and Dukeson, now joined by Brideau climbed to the colcktower of the hall to adress the call.

Meloy: Who goes there!?

Brideau: Oh... my...

General: General T. Clint of the Grand Lyran Navy! Surrender the Queen!

Meloy: She's not here.

General: Rubbish!


Chapter 2-iii: A Challenge

    The entire Lyra Navy had come in anticipation of the abduction. The King of Lyra had ordered the army to stay, thinking it would take the entire Royal Fleet for this one mission.

Dukeson: You fell for it, Clint, you gullible bastarding troll.

General: Fell for what, might I ask?

Dukeson: Our little trap to lure your navy far, far away. A site for an execution, if you will. You see... if you look over towards the sunset... our entire army is at my disposal.


    Sure enough, marching down the hill was an army roughly the size of the Lyran Navy.

Meloy: Wait a minute, here! Take this to the fields not he---

General: Damn eet all to ze Hell! Storm ze city!

    And with that, the raid of Verona began...  In one bright flash (hence the daylight in the next scene...), the city was engulfed in flames as the Lyrans scattered and the Deimans attacked.




City of Verona

T H E   C I T Y   O F   V E R O N A

     Verona- the first city of its eponymous nation, its capital, and among its largest in population. Verona was the city that started it all. This page is dedicated to its history and current state: demographics, pictures, landmarks, transit-- a perfect profile of the city in its entirety.

     Frankly, the author of this journal is known to be inconsistent and lazy at time. Currently a student in college, he uses SimCity as a hobby; a way to blow of steam.

     Having said that, then, he shall go forth with the embryonic profile of Verona; this page as of 21 February, 2010, profiles MODERN Verona; that is, what is tantamount to the "real world," or whatever you may wish to call it.

     Modern Verona is set, then, in the year 1970, which has different characteristics from our own year of 1970.

     Let us begin, then!


 D E M O G R A P H I C S

Year Population
1800 199.782
1810 228.900
1820 240.784
1830 280.793
1840 300.768
1850 310.455
1860 319.030
1870 325.866
1880 325.988
1890 320.210
1900 318.456
1910 323.441
1920 398.002
1930 457.954
1940 585.092
1950 605.699
1960 613.322
1970 665.100

     From early on, Verona had a commercial advantage as being the only established port in the continental DRV (Democratic Republic of Verona) outside of Altair, over 1.000 miles to the west. because of this, most of the country's commerce with the countries to its southwest was conducted through its capital.

     At that, the city became one of the two primary ports for immigrants in the country, until the establishment of Detroit, which curbed most immigrants towards that city or Altair. Because of this, the city has many old wave immigrants from Deimos and the Bacchic countries.

     As of 1970, the city had 665.100 residents, with a median per capita income of §61.450 per citizen.











     Verona is known for its sprawling plazas and parks, as well as its cultural heritage that is attributed to its status as an old immigrant haven and national capital.

     Many of its landmarks are commonplace in the minds of the DRV's populace as a whole; consequently, most are governmental structures.





Verona Capitol

     The Capitol is one of the oldest buildings in the country; constructed almost immediately after the DRV's birth in 1780, the baroque building serves as the seat of both the Upper and Lower houses of the republic's legislative branch. The two convene in the same room at the center of the structure, though at different times.

     The building is surrounded by a moat-like canal and large public plazas; across the canal is Verona Square, though we'll cover that later.





Governor's Quarters

     The Governor's Quarters is the official office and residency of the President of Verona, though many of his/her duties are carried out in other buildings in and around the city; most of the Secretariat (the President's cabinet) is maintained in a plaza just south of Verona Square.

     The Governor's Quarters has gone through four total buildings: the first two followed the same floor-plan but were burned by the Lyran army in their raid on the then-colony in the 18th century, and then again in the early 19th century by a renegade Duke from the motherland of Deimos. The second was destroyed in an attempted coup d'etat in the 1870s, but we'll get to that some other time. The current incarnation was built after the destruction of its predecessor, and remains in use today.







Embassy Row

     As the name suggests, all of the foreign embassies in Verona are maintained on this stretch of road between the Meloy Monument and the Governor's Quarters.




National Archives

     The National Archives are south of Embassy Row and store archives on the history of the country and its legislation in two twin structures off the reflecting pool north of the Capitol. across the street is a Lyran-style library-- among the most comprehensive in the world.






Palace at Germanotta Square

     The Palace at Germanotta Square is a peculiar structure that was built through private funds as an "intelligentsia symposium" for the people of the city. No one knew what that meant, and as a consequence the palace closed due to low attendance.

     Then, in 1872, the federal government purchased the building to hold international expositions and summits in. The building has, since its acquisition, been the site of many treaty-signings.




St. Mark's Cathedral

     The only religious symbol in the seat of a secular government-- the cathedral was built before the capital's park-like center was designed and was the only structure to not be bought out and demolished when the neighborhood was razed away for governmental structures.






Meloy Monument

     Based on a mythical building named after a man named "Washington," the Meloy Monument is the monstrous obelisk at the end of the canal protruding from the Capitol, named in honor of the country's first President and founder, Carter Meloy.






Ministry of Intelligence

     This is the building that houses the intelligence agencies of the Veronan government and is rumored to be the coordination center for espionage agents in Veronan employ.




Tomb of Meloy

     These creeps embalmed their beloved first leader and send their kids on field trips to view the body when they don't feel like coordinating lesson plans for President's Day.




National Opera House

     Only the nation's finest are invited to perform in this magnificent structure for the intelligentsia, nomenklatura and overall elite of the country.







Palace of the Supreme Court

     The mysterious, robe-clad members of the Supreme Court of Verona convene in this building to do God-only-knows-what.




Verona Square

     The central square of the city; it functions as the site of the inauguration of the President, military parades, victory parties, rallies and protests, and photo snapshots. It is located just south of the Capitol and is surrounded by the buildings of the Secretariat.




Lyran Quarter

     After independence and the Lyran siege of the city in its first incarnation, the remaining Lyran soldiers were assimilated into the city; then, in 1820, when the autocratic leaders of the Kingdom of Lyra were expelled along with the aristocracy, they joined the descendants of the soldiers to form the Lyran Quarter. The neighborhood is among the wealthiest in the country, and closely resembles the streets of its originating land.






The Duchy

     The Duchy is the complex of buildings devoted to serving as the offices of the Upper and Lower houses of the Veronan legislature. The smaller one to the east is devoted to the Upper; the larger, western one as the Lower.








     This first post is reserved for statistics and census data of the Democratic Republic of Verona, as well as the containment of character biographies, chapter synopses, maps and a glossary of terms important to the progression of the storyline. It will be updated frequently and, as time progresses, serve as a reference point with links to city biographies and pages, as well as certain chapters of the story.

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