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My Big Fat Family Reunion

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Storm Castle | 1837hrs
19th September, 1979
Canastota
Ostport

 

Gathered around a table in a small, cosy tea room, buried deep within the Royal Halls of Storm Castle, were the five most significant leaders of the Prymontian territories. They wore their cultural formal attire, representing their countries in the most informal of settings. While they were in the castle that was home to the Ostportian monarchy, they’d been invited on friendly terms, which was an unfamiliar feeling for two of the nations present. Torgeir Storm, the aging King of Ostport and government figurehead, had welcomed his northerly neighbours to attend a vital meeting that would eventually pave the way for the reunification of the Prymontian states - however, at the time, it was an unimportant, second-thought discussion.

Storm sported purple items of luxury, indicating his vast wealth as the ruler of the greatest Prymontian nation. His fingers were covered in heavy rare stone rings, his beard neatly trimmed and bushy as ever. Intricate gold swirls adorned his apparel, further reminding his guests of his importance and significance in their region. They were in his home, his country, and they’d play by his rules. Everyone knew to tread on eggshells around Torgeir, aware that one seemingly insignificant slip-up would result in years of misery and torment. Despite the casual tone of the gathering, Torgeir Storm made sure that waves of respect and submission came his way.

To his left was Endre Semb, the Premier of the Republic of Prymont, the smallest and most southern of the lands. His attire was a stark contrast to his host, with Semb’s nation being best represented by cheaply made suits and fake gold wristwatches. The Republic longed to attract wealthy businesses to their area, in a desperate bid to enlarge the economy and improve the sad lives of their people. So far, their quest had been dire, and Semb was forced to seek other options of ensuring the competent future of the Republic. His neighbours would often poke fun at him during their political rallies, using his country as the go-to butt of all their jokes, and an example of what not to strive for. Due to their poor economy, low standards of living, high unemployment rate and transparent attempt at acting rich, they were the laughing stock of the Prymontian countries. Endre craved to change that opinion.

Next to him sat Brage By, President of the mining king of the area, Aelmount. While Aelmount was only a small nation of less than two million inhabitants, it maintained control of the grand Paranoff Mountain Range, a collection of mountains with heaps of valuable raw materials. Their exports almost solely consisted of raw and refined iron, copper, coal, silver, and a host of other desirable materials, which pumped their economy up and allowed tariff reductions on generic import commodities like manufactured goods, crops, and meats. Aelmount and it’s mountains also held a quintessential strategic position for the Argic nations; their capital, Virso, was buried comfortably within Paranoff, nestled atop a sizeable valley that offered vast, breathtaking views, of both the area’s natural beauty and any incoming enemies. Their surrounding neighbours depended on Aelmount for their gold, silver, diamonds and, more importantly, uranium, and offered protection treaties in return for reduced import costs. While Aelmount was able to defend themselves with their geographical placing, Brage By wouldn’t turn down a good offer when he saw one. He’d extort the Prymontian states for all he could get. All in the room knew this, and so he sat with a smug grin on his thick bearded face, enjoying the warmth that the thick fur coat he wore provided.

Birk Borlaug was also present, as the Prime Minister of the Republic of Veskoniemi. Much like the Republic of Prymont, Veskoniemi was a small, struggling country, but that’s where the similarities ended. Veskoniemi had found fortune in upstart engineering companies, who worked closely with the automotive giants found within Ostport and offered unique engineering solutions globally to earn some coin. In the span of a decade, Borlaug had seen his country go from one who was the Republic’s arse, to one who enjoyed warm, friendly relations with Ostport and Aelmount. Certainly, Veskoniemi had a bright future ahead of them, and had been communicating with foreign powers regarding the exchange of engineering knowledge for crops and luxuries. The Veskos were on the rise, and if the two powers weren’t careful, Ostport and Aelmount would soon be bowing down to their nerdy overlords. This meeting would be crucial for putting Borlaug in his place, recommending some restrictive measures, and perhaps whipping up some deals to benefit from the expertise. Similarly to Semb, Borlaug donned fancy formalwear and designer accessories, but his were legitimate and exuded wealth and confidence.

Finally, there was the eastern, slightly rebellious, Canamo Union. Being the farthest from the Canamo Sea and having no direct links to it apart from a slither of frozen Argic Ocean to the north, their President, Mathias Dahlen, thought it was a fitting name. Consisting of a collection of smaller states who came together for military and economic security, the Canamo Union had slowly been distancing themselves from their Prymontian brethren. Aelmount exercised a favourable deal with the Union regarding ores and cattle, but with the CU looking to expand to mineral-rich mountains to the northeast, that deal was in risk of being scrapped. Dahlen had also personally invested in Canamo Motors, a car brand that threatened to rival the Argic dominance of KAP. However, some industrial espionage pioneered by Storm and By saw KAP leap ahead of their rivals, and with profits for the Ostportian company looking promising, the future of Canamo Motors was a doubtful one. Already, Storm and By were dominant. They just had to assert it.

And so, these five influential figures had gathered together, as part of an annual series of meetings to discuss progress reports in the Prymontian area, to share lamb recipes, enjoy fine whiskies, and continually debate the creation of a free trade union.

But you do understand that you’re opening up free trade to twenty million people?” Endre asked Mathias, who was stubbornly against the idea.

I’m not a fool, Semb. It’s simply that the deal isn’t good enough for my people. You’re all ultimately looking at limiting what I can do. Today it’s a trade union, tomorrow we’re coming back together for a firm reunification. You all know why we separated in the first place.”

Because Torgeir’s father was a royal dick and we wanted none of it?” Birk chimed in, always eager to jab at the Storms while reminding him that he was only joking, and such close friends wouldn’t mean it.

Truly, he was a difficult man, but always had Prymont’s best interests at heart. Seeing us all come back together in some way would be very fulfilling for me and my family. It’d mean a lot, it really would.” Storm’s croaky, hoarse voice filled the room, and was quickly soothed by a smooth glass of whiskey.

What’s good for your family isn’t necessarily good for the rest of us, thank you very much. As it stands, the Union is happy to remain fully individual and empowered. I’ve made this crystal clear for years.”

The Republic is always keen to be a part of something great. The revival of our neighbourhood through free trade is something we could all be proud of, if it were to go through.” Semb attempted to return the conversation to a positive aspect of free trade, “It’ll boost our economies. Set them right up, it will. Some may not benefit as much as others, but the pros are there for all to see. A positive is always a positive, however you look at it. Free trade with a total of twenty million consumers cannot go wrong. It just opens the door for further free trade initiatives with other countries in the future.”

That’s enough, Endre. We understand that you’re desperate not to see the Republic go under, but don’t you think you’re becoming rather embarrassing?”

Dahlen, that’s enough. You’re being too harsh on the poor fool. He just wants the best for his voters.” Brage By was a man of few words, but a man of sense and wisdom. When he spoke, he commanded undivided attention.

We all want the best. That’s why I’ve summoned everyone tonight. Free trade, free movement, has been on the table since ‘76. I think it’s time we came to a conclusion.” Storm took charge at last, pushing the conversation away from meaningless teasing and towards thoughtful, progressive diplomacy. These five gentlemen were on the cusp of something great for the Prymontian territories. An idea just had to be agreed upon.

Let’s set aside our differences and actually work towards something promising. Who controls the fishing trade? I do. Who controls general maritime trade? I do. Who has a car company that is promising a very profitable decade in the ‘80’s? I do. Who has the richest, most international country out of all of us? I do. I’m proposing something that will open you all up to the wider world. We can be rich together. Just stand with me and agree.”

It wasn’t often that the Ostportians were so generous. In recent years, they’d become very greedy with export taxes for their neighbours, to the point where prices of popular fish had skyrocketed to unreachable amounts. In the Republic of Prymont, only the rich were able to enjoy a typical meal of haddock and chips, which had previously been a commoners dish. It was starting to become unprofitable to maintain such high prices. With Ostport holding this industry, plus many others, by the throat, they controlled the economies of five nations in total. They could continue to do so and rake in the profit, but Storm was a clever king. Reunification was always in the back of his mind, and free trade and movement was the gateway drug to just that. Mathias Dahlen was right, and with Ostport’s influence, there was no stopping it.

I agree with you, Torgeir. We already have a good friendship. Let’s make it even better.” Brage By had yielded. With the two biggest powers in the room now side by side, the others would quickly follow.

Yes, of course! The Republic is more than happy to join Ostport and Aelmount.” Endre Semb was on their team too.

The benefits are there for all to see. We’ve been enjoying a lot of growth lately, and refusing to join such an agreement would only stunt us in the near future. Veskoniemi are with you.”

It was all down to the Canamo Union. However, Dahlen had made his stance very public. There was something of a common disliking for the rest of the Prymontians in the Union, but once people had been informed of the potential benefits to free trade, they soon changed their minds. Dahlen would have none of it, and ruled his nation with an iron fist. “You know what I’m going to say, so I won’t bore you with it. Good day to you all.”

As Mathias Dahlen left the room, he quickly found his personal assistant and had them hurry along to prepare the car for the journey to the airport. In the corridors, he was alone with his thoughts, and couldn’t shake the persistent idea that he’d made a terrible mistake.

 


OOC: This is a recent history RP that will explain how the Prymontian territories came to unite in 1995, and the reactions to the union up to the end of the Freedom Party's reign in 2017.

Edited by Prymont
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