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  • The snap elections were over, the people had voted, and the Supreme Soviet of the nation had ratified the Constitution. Now, all that was left was to officially declare the Chancellor of the Litzelands, and who better to do it than the revolutionary soldier, Fyodor Arestalt. Although Fyodor is Varsovian, and not Litzische, the populace of the nation is more than happy to have this smart, strategic, compassionate young man run the country, even if he isn't of the dominant Ethnicity, which is sure to please the Varsovians. The thing is, Fyodor didn't even run for the office of Chancellor, he is being pressed into it by supermajority vote. Fyodor was in the state meetings during this election, and when one of the Red Guards stationed at the building congratulated him, he was very surprised, but accepted his position anyways, immediately assuring the people surrounding him that he would do his best to lead the Litzelands into the future. This is the true beginning of the new Era.
  • Alekur Edmundsson looked off the balcony of his northernmost estate. It made his blood boil. 20 miles north was a heavily guarded border, separating Trefjallis from Trefjallis. THe large, overextended, empire of Sonvarim looms over every man or woman, child or senior, citizen or expat of Trefjall. He wished he could do something, but what? The Sonvarish army was too strong, and their people were too suborn. They had to expand just from their small city-state, just to oppress such vulnerable people? At least the Candanadians did something to help. He walked back inside, shivering from the wind and having no other protection than his robe. Walking to the shower, he knew what would happen if he acted like his predecessors, waiting, and waiting, for them to strike. No more Trefjallis close enough to catch a whiff of the sulfur from the springs, yet far away, locked in a house, without a job, or family, bowing to a man living in Voravia. No more would a man or woman, child or senior, citizen or expat of Trefjalli decent will live in foreign lands. The picture on the mirror rang out to him, himself yelling for cause, for purpose. People listening to him, almost as he was a prophet. It was better to not think of it now, though. He had a job to do.
  • In a move to control trade inside and outside of the Stillen Ocean, as well as to show the world the Litzelands are still strong, the Litzische Volkswehr sent a detachment of Marines to the mouth of the Stillen Ocean where it connects to the Moszeiker Sea. The native Tsarisatians, far-distant cousins of the Varsovians, were wary of joining the Litzelands at first, but a second detachment of solely Varsovian troops assured the people that everything would be fine. Of course, this was not to say that the troops did not meet any resistance, as there were a number of Tsarisatian paramilitary units that attempted to maintain control of the land. Current operations are being engaged. More to report, later.

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