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This is the destination of Esthursian historical national scenarios.
17 May, 1955
"Come through, m'Lord."
A fairly stocky yet lively gentlemen, heavily overdressed, sauntered his way in. "Future Forethegn, I should say, shouldn't I?"
"Not too fast."
His aide, a withered husk of grey incarnate, whose personality was scarcely better, replied slowly. "Wentworth, sire, no humility is necessary. You are the first conservative that has had the grace and strength to lead this great country. I trust you will serve well."
"Not with-"
An older gentleman, somehow even more overdressed, as if a Theobaldian caricature of an aristocrat - one would expect he was to be preceded by someone brushing the very ground in front of him - ambled through the door, shutting it haphazardly behind him, startling half the room.
"Him."
The caricature-politician looked around, briefly recognised the Forethegn - either out of genuine ignorance or disrespect - and walked over. "Olafn, sire, Olafn Arbjern."
"Arvern?"
"Arbjern. That's Sir Arbjern to you, Wentworth." Wentworth slightly scoffed at this.
"I'm not calling my deputy, of whatever creed, by honours. Frankly, I don't even know how you managed to wangle a kingmaker position. And I may not be a socialist like Whittaker but I won't be kissing the ground you walk on."
Arbjern took a step back. "You're going to find the next year or two awfully long." Slightly smirking, he ambled back off, leaving a caucus of conservatives unsettled by the man who they relied on for their very government.
Muttering to himself as he went, "these liberals are going to either come kicking and screaming to where I want them, or I'll kick them out, just let them watch..."
---
The Nationalist Party conference was aroar. Victory - kind of. Not only had they edged the Workers out in key areas with electoral pacts, but they'd even managed to campaign against what Asmont stood for - redistribution, open borders, even at a push a free media, were simply superfluous hangovers of the reconstruction after Thorne, not permanent and necessary. And Arbjern, the man and the symbol of loud, clear paternalism, graced the party.
Applause thundered the conference hall, as the grey-clad Arbjern brought his confidence onto the stage. A massive crowd greeted him, many of whom had quite recently been expelled by the Conservatives for a plethora of wide ranging and interesting offences.
"We, ladies and gentlemen, are upon a new age! An age of truth. An age of patronage. An age of work. An age of power. A new Esthursia will rise from the depths that the War and the trade unionists brought us into. No longer shall the voices of so-called progress sully our policy programme - hierarchy is Esthursian, tradition is Esthursian, responsibility is Esthursian! No longer shall we cower to foreign powers, to the anti-war crowds, to the hordes of the other lands whose actions this government are complicit in! No longer shall the voices of the common drown out those of the learned and established, and no longer shall we serve the lazy, the poor, the ignorant and the unlucky."
Uproars of applause bolstered Olafn.
"I grew up afraid that this government would take away what we had; hierarchy, tradition, culture, nobility, heritage, power. Now here we are - we ARE the government. But we will - I just know it - bring these moderate, liberal Conservatives we have partnered with into line and we will force the trade unions out!"
Spoken almost like a man who wasn't the junior partner of a struggling coalition, Arbjern's voice echoed across the echo chamber of an audience, who encouraged his every word. It didn't matter what he said. It mattered that he was the one saying it. Arbjern knew it too - all he needed to power him was the enthusiasm of a crowd hung on his every gesticulation.
"Esthursia abandons tradition and common sense restriction no more. We will bring back social responsibility by control, not by pandering to criminals, vagrants and aliens, and we'll do it now. We stood on a precipice to immoral ineptitude, and we rightfully stepped back. This is a Nationalist Esthursia, and we're not going anywhere."
17 May, 1955
"Come through, m'Lord."
A fairly stocky yet lively gentlemen, heavily overdressed, sauntered his way in. "Future Forethegn, I should say, shouldn't I?"
"Not too fast."
His aide, a withered husk of grey incarnate, whose personality was scarcely better, replied slowly. "Wentworth, sire, no humility is necessary. You are the first conservative that has had the grace and strength to lead this great country. I trust you will serve well."
"Not with-"
An older gentleman, somehow even more overdressed, as if a Theobaldian caricature of an aristocrat - one would expect he was to be preceded by someone brushing the very ground in front of him - ambled through the door, shutting it haphazardly behind him, startling half the room.
"Him."
The caricature-politician looked around, briefly recognised the Forethegn - either out of genuine ignorance or disrespect - and walked over. "Olafn, sire, Olafn Arbjern."
"Arvern?"
"Arbjern. That's Sir Arbjern to you, Wentworth." Wentworth slightly scoffed at this.
"I'm not calling my deputy, of whatever creed, by honours. Frankly, I don't even know how you managed to wangle a kingmaker position. And I may not be a socialist like Whittaker but I won't be kissing the ground you walk on."
Arbjern took a step back. "You're going to find the next year or two awfully long." Slightly smirking, he ambled back off, leaving a caucus of conservatives unsettled by the man who they relied on for their very government.
Muttering to himself as he went, "these liberals are going to either come kicking and screaming to where I want them, or I'll kick them out, just let them watch..."
---
The Nationalist Party conference was aroar. Victory - kind of. Not only had they edged the Workers out in key areas with electoral pacts, but they'd even managed to campaign against what Asmont stood for - redistribution, open borders, even at a push a free media, were simply superfluous hangovers of the reconstruction after Thorne, not permanent and necessary. And Arbjern, the man and the symbol of loud, clear paternalism, graced the party.
Applause thundered the conference hall, as the grey-clad Arbjern brought his confidence onto the stage. A massive crowd greeted him, many of whom had quite recently been expelled by the Conservatives for a plethora of wide ranging and interesting offences.
"We, ladies and gentlemen, are upon a new age! An age of truth. An age of patronage. An age of work. An age of power. A new Esthursia will rise from the depths that the War and the trade unionists brought us into. No longer shall the voices of so-called progress sully our policy programme - hierarchy is Esthursian, tradition is Esthursian, responsibility is Esthursian! No longer shall we cower to foreign powers, to the anti-war crowds, to the hordes of the other lands whose actions this government are complicit in! No longer shall the voices of the common drown out those of the learned and established, and no longer shall we serve the lazy, the poor, the ignorant and the unlucky."
Uproars of applause bolstered Olafn.
"I grew up afraid that this government would take away what we had; hierarchy, tradition, culture, nobility, heritage, power. Now here we are - we ARE the government. But we will - I just know it - bring these moderate, liberal Conservatives we have partnered with into line and we will force the trade unions out!"
Spoken almost like a man who wasn't the junior partner of a struggling coalition, Arbjern's voice echoed across the echo chamber of an audience, who encouraged his every word. It didn't matter what he said. It mattered that he was the one saying it. Arbjern knew it too - all he needed to power him was the enthusiasm of a crowd hung on his every gesticulation.
"Esthursia abandons tradition and common sense restriction no more. We will bring back social responsibility by control, not by pandering to criminals, vagrants and aliens, and we'll do it now. We stood on a precipice to immoral ineptitude, and we rightfully stepped back. This is a Nationalist Esthursia, and we're not going anywhere."
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