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Official Announcement from the Zoranian Government

Our heads hang low and our hearts bleed red for the captain lays dead.

While the sun may shine on Zoran today, a shadow of sorrow has descended upon us today. For twelve great years, President Apenimon Ani'-Wah' has served as our President, one of the longest serving presidents in Zoranian history. He never intended to serve for as long as he has, in fact he didn't officially run after his first term. Ani'-Wah' was a suffering servant, he never ran for office after his first term, in fact he requested that his name to not be on the ballot. But the people wrote his name in the ballot year after year, despite his best efforts. He had every opportunity to refuse the nomination, he could have simply gone back to his regular life like he wanted to. But instead, he went with the will of the people and accepted the burden of being the voice of Zoran to the nations of the world. While the powers of the president are nonexistent, it is a position with a lot of responsibility and one with lots of hardship and criticism. We have seen him take the responsibility along with the hardship with stride time and time again and we have seen him age physically under the pressures of the position.

We hereby announce a public funeral for the great man and invite all people who wish to attend. Foreign nations are allowed to send their delegations to the event if they choose to send any and leaders of nations can attend if they so choose as well. May we come together to remember the man that was Apenimon Ani'-Wah' and we send our regards to the Ani'-Wah' family for their loss of the head of their family.

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April 30, 1420

Atsil Ani’-Wah’
 

All was quiet in Zoran, especially in the streets of Zoradia where the public funeral was to be held. I was still thinking of my father and all he told me in the limo only three days ago. The lawyer told me yesterday about the clause in the will where it gave me the choice to accept my father’s decision to make me the head of the Ani’-Wah’ family and I have thought about this heavily.

Centuries of family tradition ride on my decision, if I accept the tradition will be upheld and continue through me. However, if I reject it then the tradition will be jeopardized as none of my siblings are eligible to follow the tradition completely. Oh if only I had more time to decide.

I thought to myself as the limo came to a stop in front of the Rising Sun Mausoleum. People are only entombed there if ninety percent of the country’s voting population votes to have someone entombed there and the Divine Shaman has to deem the person to be morally and spiritually righteous. I was amazed by how quickly the people called for a vote on my father and how quickly the Divine Shaman delivered his judgement(historically this usually takes several days) as he delivered it within six hours of my father’s death. Of course people investigated due to how quickly this all took place but they couldn’t find any form of corruption that could have influenced the vote or the Divine Shaman. However, my father was to be buried there ceremonially, his body would not be in the casket that was to be entombed in the crypt. Our family planned to have a private funeral where we would bury his body according to his requests he made in his will.

As I got out of the limo wearing my black dress and black veil, I saw the crowds of people in the streets holding Damask roses of different colors waiting for their time that they would be allowed to pay their respects.

Wow...father really did impact a lot of people during his presidency. Despite the fact that the position has no influence, he did a lot to promote peace between our country and others all while making life better for Zoranians in the years he was voted into office. It’s just incredible how he could do so much with so little actual power.

I thought this to myself as I climbed up the steps towards the entrance of the mausoleum. When I reached the stop of the stairs, a bald and older looking man in a black suit walked up to me,

“Ah you must be Atsil, it is a pleasure to finally meet you!” He then shook my hand and I just stood there in confusion as I had never met this man in my life.

“Um, do I know you? I mean I know that I am the center of attention due to the media leaking that I still haven’t decided to become head of the Ani’-Wah’ family but I do not know if I have met you before.” I say in confusion,

“Ah my apologies, no you have not met me but I worked closely with your father before he went into politics and before he became the head of AW Encrypted. You know what that means yes?” my eyes widened when he said this as I indeed knew what this meant, he worked for the SIC,

“Would you prefer if we didn’t talk in the open?” I asked knowing his answer before he told me,

“Yes I would.” he says with a smile as we walk into the mausoleum together.
(OOC Note: if you wish to write in this topic you can, it would be an event like the olympics but not sports related and it would be canon. Your leaders can be at the funeral or a delegation from your country can be there, you can also be a news reporter there. The choice is yours!)

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April 30, 1420

Grand Defense Council Meeting Chamber

 

“Have you seen the crowds gathered in the streets? Not even Austenaco’s death gathered this many people.” said Rep. Lunase,

“Indeed,” agreed Rep. Tsolaquo, “the people’s reaction was unexpected. However, social media is lighting up with talk of a regime change. While I tend to ignore rumors on social media, the popularity of the topic is concerning.”

“A regime change? But why? I thought the people supported the current government?” asked Rep. Nowego,

“They did but the people of Zoran have become intrigued by ideologies and policies practiced abroad. There are four forms of government being thrown around. The people are calling for either a theocracy or a monarchy, however; there have also been rumors that corporations are planning on taking power.” said Rep. Gayuhe.

The room erupted into discussion as the representatives talked about their fears of a civil war or a revolution. Some of the older members of the Council were in denial of these rumors. They believe that the rumors on social media only represent a minority of people within the country and don’t truly reflect the majority opinion of the country. The younger members of the Council did believe in the rumors and believed that the people truly wanted a new government. But as they discussed the credibility of these rumors there was one word that they all feared, revolution. The Speaker banged their gavel and called order in the Council room,

“If these rumors are true, who do they propose should lead the country under these systems?” asked the Speaker. Rep. Quadelo rose from his seat to answer the question,

“There seems to be a three way divide amongst those who support a monarchy, one group proposes that the Ani’-Wah’ family should be the royal house of Zoran as President Ani’-Wah’ was the most recent president of Zoran and thus it should continue from his line. Another states that the Ah-ni-di clan should be the royal house as Austenaco unified Zoran and thus should have divine right to rule. Then there is the third group that proposes that Zoran should invite a royal from another country to rule Zoran, the most popular house name being tossed around is that of House Halohin. In terms of the theocrats, they propose that the country should be ruled by the Divine Shaman stating that he would have the nation’s best interest at heart all while keeping us on the Great Spirit’s path.”

“But what of this corporate conspiracy? Is there any evidence that supports the idea that it is more than just a rumor?” asks the Speaker.

“There isn’t much evidence but there are some very worrying transactions in the public records between some corporations and private military companies. I doubt that any of these groups will strike today as it would be dishonorable to do so during a day of mourning. But we should take this day to prepare for a potential civil war.” answered Rep. Lunase.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the room as the word they all feared left her lips. The Council now had to make a decision on how to deal with this threat to the stability of the nation, the lives of millions rests in their hands now.

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April 30, 1420
9:30 AM Over time
Atsil Ani’-Wah’


Sarcophagi lined the walls of the mausoleum with statues of great Zoranian men and women standing erect behind them. Light shone through the stained glass windows as Atsil and the SIC agent walked off to a secluded corner of the mausoleum to discuss her future.

“I would like to first give my condolences, your father truly was a great man.” said the man,

“Thank you, might I ask what your name is?” asked Atsil,

“I can’t give you my true name but you can call me 4012. You already know why I am here, I came on behalf of the SIC to ask if you plan on continuing your family tradition.” said 4012. Atsil let out a sigh, she knew that this would come up shortly after her father died.

“I am not sure. There is a lot of change currently and I am not sure if I want to go into the SIC.” She answered with uncertainty in her voice. 4012 nodded in response seemingly understanding what she must be experiencing,

“That is completely reasonable, but when we saw your father named you the new head of the Ani’-Wah’ family we looked into your academic record and we were impressed by what we saw and is very typical of almost all Ani’-Wah’s who entered the SIC. Graduating from high school early, being in your final year of university at the age of eighteen, having straight A’s, being fluent in three languages, and studying political science. You would make an ideal agent in the SIC.” Atsil was surprised at the amount of information that 4012 had on her. She didn’t know whether to be flattered or creeped out by what he knew.

“I can understand that but I don’t know. It is just a lot to think about and I am going to need some time. If you could contact me in a few days then I might have an answer for you.” said Atsil. 4012 nodded as his phone began to ring. He pulled it out and let out a sigh,

“I will be sure to do that. If you would excuse me I have to take this.” he said as he answered his phone and walked away.

If this is any indication of things to come then my life is about to get very complicated.

Atsil thought to herself before walking down the halls of the mausoleum to attend the ceremony that is being broadcast across the nation. She took her seat at the front of the ceremony and watched it while thinking about the future of her life.

11:00 AM Over Time

The statue of Apenimon Ani’-Wah’ was unveiled and blessed by the shaman as the ceremony was drawn to a close and the casket was carried into the crypt. Atsil wiped her eyes as she walked down the steps of the mausoleum, thinking, once again, about 4012’s offer to join the SIC and her family tradition. The crowds of people behind the barricade were slowly let into the mausoleum to pay their respects to her father and a majority of them stopped to bow to her as though she were royalty. They all kept their distance out of respect as she made her way to the limo that was waiting to take her back to her apartment. But as she entered limo, she thought she overheard someone in the crowd whisper,

“Is that her? Is she the girl that people online have been saying should be the first Queen of Zoran?” 

Atsil was confused as to what she heard but she didn’t think of it too much on the ride back to her apartment. When she arrived at her apartment not too far from the Platypus Island University campus, she looked outside her window that had a view of the Grand Security Council Meeting Hall. She thought about what must be going on inside the emergency meeting that was called today when she saw an explosion erupt from the building. She stared in horror at the event as she saw Zoranian soldiers run around the building as security went on high alert. She then heard the sound of gunfire coming from the direction of the Meeting Hall. Atsil got away from the window at this point and went on to see what the news was saying about this. The first thing that popped up was a live video feed of what was occurring. She saw soldiers fighting against what appeared to be normal Zoranians. It was pure chaos, people were shouting, guns were fired, people were dying, and fire was burning.

What in the world is going on!?

She looked further into the event and read the headlines of major news sources in the country. 

Explosion at GSC Meeting Hall! 

Corporations Declare War Against Government

Monarchists Take Up Arms Against the Security Council!

Religious Fanatics Declare Crusade, Claim Divine Shaman is True Ruler of Zoran!

Zoranian Civil War has Begun: Understanding the Four Factions of the War

The list of headlines went on and on and Atsil was shocked as to what the country has become. She soon recalled what she had heard back when she was leaving the Mausoleum as she saw a headline that read, Monarchists Declare Atsil Ani’-Wah’ Queen of Zoran. That was when she heard someone banging on her apartment door.
To be continued in a new thread: The Zoranian Civil War

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His Serene Highness, Marcarius, Prince of the Holy Principality of Saint Mark, had been in Zoran for three days now, personally heading his nation's delegation paying respect to the late Zoran president. There had been somber ceremonies, eulogies, and state dinners. Although shielded from the masses by his position and his entourage, Marcarius had begun to suspect that something dangerous was brewing in the streets. Just now, his Chief of Security and his Chamberlain had confirmed his suspicions. Civil unrest at least, and possibly war at worst, was approaching. It was time to return to Saint Mark.

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Premier Georgi Benoran of Artztokzsia had been in Zoran for the past couple of days. He was rather unkown upon the populace being from another continent. He had been paying his respects to the Late  President Apenimon Ani'-Wah'. All was going well until one of his Guards burst into his hotel room.

11:00 AM

"Sir, there has been a bombing in the Grand Defense Council Meeting Chamber!" said the soldier, "We need to get you out of here!"

"What!?" said the Premier,  gunfire roars in the distance. More guards appear in the doorway. They hastily escort their Premier out of the building.

"Can someone please explain what's happening?" asked Georgi.

"We don't know sir. It seems like a riot." explained the guard, "We're preparing your private jet right now."

12:30 PM

The Premier arrived safely to the airport and the plane took off with no problems. The Premier turns on the in-flight television and switches the channel to the local news channel.

Explosion at GSC Meeting Hall! 

Corporations Declare War Against Government

Monarchists Take Up Arms Against the Security Council!

Religious Fanatics Declare Crusade, Claim Divine Shaman is True Ruler of Zoran!

Zoranian Civil War has Begun: Understanding the Four Factions of the War

"My god, a civil war," said the stunned leader, "First Apenimon then the country. We can't have this happen to Artztokzsia"

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