RE: Spheres of Influence: Alliance
07-09-2019, 04:32 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-09-2019, 04:32 AM by Demonsul.)
"Innis Lorel has no interest in conquering Gundarth!" interjected Duncan. "We want recognition, and we will support our fellow clansmen on the mainland when they decide that the time is right to seek freedom from the parliament. If they decide they prefer to waste away under the rule of Doncanan, that's their own gods-damned decision! We just want to control our own lands, rule ourselves, without the feeding tendrils of parliament's friends sucking away all the life from the island! Of course we're going to call a revolution! The Pratois dealt with their greedy landowners that way, and so too did we!"
Malcolm seemed equally incensed, and spoke over Duncan for a little of his tirade. "A fair-weather friend?! Gundarth has stood behind Tiranóg for centuries, and this is how we are repaid? If this is allowed, where will it end? Can any state in the Alliance simply break apart the moment one particular town decides it doesn't like paying taxes, or contributing troops to the defense of the border in Kor Vurneus, and then we must all recognize the rebels? I cannot believe I am having to make this argument at all! The very idea that this rebellion has any legitimacy is simply ridiculous! It's just a couple of island clans seizing estates to line their own pockets, and ruining the good men and women of Doncanan who invested in clearing the land in the first place!"
"Parasites and leeches is what they were!" shouted Duncan. "Friends of parliament, friends of yours, not friends to the people of Innis Lorel! Of course the rich bastards in parliament would sell our land to their friends, let them exploit it to their hearts content! Forcing the common folk to work for them, and pushing the island clans to the side! What were we meant to do? The highland clans would never have stood for this, and neither would we!"
The tone was getting more hostile, and Duncan seemed almost ready to physically punch Malcolm.
Malcolm seemed equally incensed, and spoke over Duncan for a little of his tirade. "A fair-weather friend?! Gundarth has stood behind Tiranóg for centuries, and this is how we are repaid? If this is allowed, where will it end? Can any state in the Alliance simply break apart the moment one particular town decides it doesn't like paying taxes, or contributing troops to the defense of the border in Kor Vurneus, and then we must all recognize the rebels? I cannot believe I am having to make this argument at all! The very idea that this rebellion has any legitimacy is simply ridiculous! It's just a couple of island clans seizing estates to line their own pockets, and ruining the good men and women of Doncanan who invested in clearing the land in the first place!"
"Parasites and leeches is what they were!" shouted Duncan. "Friends of parliament, friends of yours, not friends to the people of Innis Lorel! Of course the rich bastards in parliament would sell our land to their friends, let them exploit it to their hearts content! Forcing the common folk to work for them, and pushing the island clans to the side! What were we meant to do? The highland clans would never have stood for this, and neither would we!"
The tone was getting more hostile, and Duncan seemed almost ready to physically punch Malcolm.