History of Warre;

(OOC: Understand this is a history of my nation [as is known and taught to the people.] It is not a RP post.)

A gem lost to time, that was what the beautiful land which I found twenty or thirty miles off the coast of the East Pacifican mainland was. A land without a name, first displayed to me as a shelter for my ship and my crew as we sat out a storm, and then a virtual paradise was shown to me as I climbed up the highest point upon that sparse but valued island.

A land lush and green, with deep harbors, and enough space to start quite a few cities, and to become self-sustainable. A land which could provide us shelter from the tyranny which the Crown and its minions. It is a place where my men, my family, and my people could find shelter from that tyranny and live as they were meant to live when our ancestors found the land of Eire.

It is a place which was unnamed and forgotten it seemed. As we exploded that paradise, I saw only a single clue upon its name. In a strange twist of fate, I found a patch of what looked to be Iron, with the latin letters, W A R R E.

And from that time, our paradise had a name. We begun to build a self-sufficient nation, building towns, farms, windmills, and even living a good deal of it’s natural forest so that we would always have wood. We sent for our families, and though it took a bit of lying and a bit of bribing officials, in no time, we had a population of two hundred plus. Soon there after, it grew and grew, our nation even taking in a number of shipwrecked German Engineers whom had been headed for the Inquisitor Nation.

Life was good and we both were self-sufficient and with more than enough production to both grow and gain, and in no time we were on our way to being a real nation! We began to write a constitution and begin to elect representatives so that we could prop up a democracy for the time being.

But the populace wanted something different. In no time, it was near this day, and now I go to meet my destiny.

[From the memoirs of Thurman Leeroy McCue, Captain of the ship Swiftwind and First King of Warre]

Our beautiful nation, Warre, was founded at the hands of chance, gifted with a capable and wise man to find it and mold it into a nation. That man, as you know, was the revered King Thurman McCue the 1st, the Captain of the frigate Swiftwind. History is clouded on his history, but some say he was the son of a rich merchant whom was from a former noble house, and other say he was simply a farmer’s son whom worked his way up the ranks until he captained his own ship. His find of the Island was on the 5th day of March, 1789.

Thurman’s father surely had to have been great, however, as the first King brought us a near continual line of great rulers. His children were many, and were the first lords of the land were from his sons and nephews, as well as his ship’s officers and others whom gave the fledgling nation hope. It prospered, gaining new immigrants from Ireland, Germany, and even some from the United States and Canada.

It was wind of change that likewise brought a factor which deeply changed our history and culture. An army from a distant land landed upon the shores of Warre and her sister isles, laying waste and killing warriors who attempted to defend the nation, and demanding tribute They were from a land which even now has not been found out, and only a few spoke English. They wielded blades akin to the Samurai of Japan and performed martial arts which made their fighting vastly superior to the slow firearms most of the men from Warre held as their only weapons at the time.

And they fought with honor, leaving the women and children alone, but they demanded too much, and challenged the King’s sovereignty. So it was decided that one could only fight the fire with fire. His second son, Albert McCue; was chosen to travel the lands as quickly as he could, and find warriors to counter them.

The prince took that task with a full heart, and traveled quickly, watching martial artists and as he did beginning to love the art enough to begin to train himself. He traveled through the lands, passing through Terasu, and a good deal of others, before he finally reached the nation of Japan. His training and insistence on it even as he traveled (with only one body guard, none the less), had made him quite the warrior, and his strikingly foreign features made him quickly noticed in the province he landed in.

His brown hair shined with the colors of red and blonde as he traveled in the sun, and his eyes were a striking blue, just as most of his family. His clothes were mostly of the Western Bent, as well. So it was no surprise that the Magistrate brought him in for questioning, and he was ordered executed, even as he spoke through that he was a Crown Prince from a neighboring nation and such an action would provoke a war. (He had picked up enough Terasuian as he traveled to understand Japanese and speak it in return.)

But the Crown Prince would not simply lay down and die. Without a word after the Magistrate simply shook his head in arrogance, the Magistrate’s head was rolling upon the ground. The guards of the Magistrate charged the Prince as they were required to do by honor, and both fell from a dodging movement and a quick slash. He and his bodyguard fled the scene, trading natives whom cared little about the law for new clothes, including clothes which would hide their identity, and traveled the land, trying to reach the port so that they could gain passage back to Terasu, where their ship was docked.

It took months to travel towards the port, on the run and forced to fight Ronin and other martial artists on the road as they traveled, the fact that the Prince still carried the Daisho he had gained in Terasu making sure of that. In that time, he gained a number of followers from amongst the warriors he had defeated. Not an army enough to rival the enemies home in Warre, but enough to stand a chance.

And then the Shogun’s men arrived. An army which had heard of this dangerous foreigner who fought like a demon in Samurai’s clothes, and whom was gathering forces even as he traveled. The army attacked, and would have killed the Crown prince, if fate had not willed if differently. A clan of Ninja had been watching the Prince, and decided to help him, long since having had realized their days were numbered if they stayed in their homeland.

In a strike which used stealth and a level of ferocity that the shin obi-nin had seen in the Prince himself, they struck, distracting the Shogun’s men and taking out many of them, the Prince’s new followers quickly following suit. The army was decimated in the end, and the Shinobi-nin declared fealty to the Prince, referring to him as their new Daimyo.

The entire Ninja Clan and the farmers whom it had protected for so long, traveled with the Prince in his passage to Terasu, and after he had secured two more ships for their travel around the mainland to Warre, they traveled with him to the our illustrious land, as well.

The King had already formed and army, training the sons of Warre as best as he could, and watching in silence and slight despair as the bandits sat upon what was all but a bandit fiefdom. In a blessing by god, the Prince’s trek to Warre was far shorter than his trek to find warriors had been, and as soon as he land he and his new found followers began to train the sons of Warre his father had gathered, and after three months, it began.

Warre’s Second Crown Prince and his followers, accompanied by the volunteers from the nation’s sons, attacked the invaders and that army of bandits was slain and disrupted in no time. The land was in peace again, and the clan of shin obi-nin’s noble family was granted a fiefdom in an unsettled western portion of the island, given freewill to practice their culture as much as they wanted, so long as they followed the laws of their rulers as well. Likewise, many of the martial artists that the Prince had gained as followers gained noble titles, and a good deal stayed within the nation’s newly established permanent military, training each new generation in martial arts to supplant the western martial arts training they were gaining, and to make them a great fighting force.

Time passed and the land prospered, trading and continuing to be self-sufficient, even gaining the prestige of having a growing industry of young martial artists hired to assist in protecting ships from Pirates. The second son of the King was crowned the second King upon his father’s retirement, and the nation continued to thrive and grow, allowing a number of immigrants every year, and continuing to grow in industry and greatness.

Until it’s fourth King rose to power in the year 1850, and he shut its borders from immigration and allowed only trade in and out by certain merchants. He did this simply to prevent too many enterprising nations from laying its eyes on Warre as a possible territory, and allowed only intellectuals to immigrate, and only so that they could help Warre continue to stay on the same level of technology as the rest of the world enjoyed.

His son continued this tradition, only allowing imports of certain things for any whom were non-noble, and only from certain nations, none of which were its neighbors. As electricity and the power of the light bulb and telegraph took the world by storm, Warre quickly gained those inventions, and this semi-isolation continued throughout the rest of the century, even until after the second world war. Inventions were allowed in, as was food and certain other things, but little in inventions left the country, and only food from it really left the nation’s shores in any number to neighbors or anyone else.

The line of secession was uninterrupted until some time in the nineteen 80s, when the King died of a mysterious illness before his heir could be decided by him. His eldest son in arrogance declared himself the obvious heir, and all but his youngest son simply sat by as he took power. His youngest son, whom had been named ’Warren’, simply because it both gave glory to his nation and it was a name his mother liked, left the nation. He moved to America, and settled there knowing his brother was up to no good, and so long as his brother had the support of the nobles whom he had been friends with since childhood, there would be no chance of the boy gaining what was his.

For the late King Thurman Keith McCue, the 7th King of Warre, had whispered at his death bed into the ear of his youngest son these words. ’You are my truest son, and the one who will be the next King.’ His youngest son had been just a child at the time, but withdrew enough money to live on as he had to, and eventually fell in love with an American woman as he stayed in the state of Texas, studying at a University there and starting a number of businesses, which all blossomed fairly quickly. In nine years, the young man who had fled his country as a legal adult though he was no older than 16, had made himself a fortune without a huge amount of money in his own pocket when he landed.

It was with that money that in the year 1997, when his first son was eight years old and his second child was only 2 years old, that he descended upon his home land with a force of hand picked mercenaries. He had planted spies in his country since before he had left, and understood well whom supported his brother, who could be turned, and who had supported him in secret.

A bloody civil war broke out between Warren Keith McCue the 1st, true heir to the throne of Warre, and his brother Michael Patrick McCue, the Usurper. In a blessing, it missed out on most of the civilians, but the heir’s guerilla tactics and use of technology which was at the time simply being pioneered (and which he had access to because two of his successful businesses were technological firms.)

But the war was bloody non-the-less, and tore a number of families apart. In the end, as if some twist of fate or cruel sense of it’s humor, the two brother’s fell upon each others with swords. And on those swords, both died. It had been nearly seven years since the war begun, and in that instant, it ended. The Usurper had no children, and Warren’s brothers had been assassinated by his eldest sibling.

So it was declared that the eldest son of Warren would be the next King. A child who had been born on the same day as his father’s homeland had been founded, though two hundred years after. Having heard on the news of the bloody fighting between the factions and fearing for her son’s life (as well as not wanting to have to give up her relationship with the man she had met during her husband’s disappearance) the son of Warren Keith McCue the 1st was not allowed to go to the nation of his forefathers, and not to claim his throne. He sat idly by, studying its history and learning all he could, even going so far as to spend time in Ireland and Japan, before he turned 18, and he could legally leave his mother’s control, and declare himself a Citizen of Warre, leaving his mother behind.

The year was two thousand and seven, and the Crown Prince had not yet even been in his nation, though he had graduated High School with ease and could have demanded emancipation.

In the two years that had passed, Warre had formed a slight coalition of government in a loose democratic fashion, and as the young Crown Prince returned to his ancestral homeland, it all changed. He had expected simply to be a figure head of a constitutional monarchy, but they refused it.

He was made King within three months, and given absolute control over the country and its affairs. The Royal youth in question, Warren Keith McCue the 2nd, was just as wise as his house’s founding father, however. He knew that if the people did not want a democracy, him abdicating would only make things worse for everyone.

So he took control, and begun a number of drastic changes, using government funds and his own companies (For he had inherited his father’s companies and all his father’s shares, as well.) he drastically boosted the economy of the nation, creating jobs for everyone and trying to make things the best he could .

But compassion did not limit the youth to giving funds to the people in the form of jobs. He used his nation’s naval fleet (Which was as modern as any other nation’s, and more of a ’marine’ fleet in that it’s soldiers functioned on both land and see, and it was generally an all purpose fleet.) to give freedom and peace to the neighboring nations, which we all know from recent history were at the time horribly in stable. Using the sizable army which the compulsory army laws which had been apart of the nation since its founding allowed, the young King secured these nations, giving food to civilians and fighting the insurgents which came forth.

Only two years ago did the provinces calm enough to become legal provinces and gain seats within the council of lords which wisely advises the King and discusses inter-provincial politics.

As we all know, the Kingdom has prospered greatly since the arrival of our new King, and we are right to love him!

Praise His Majesty, King Warren Keith Patrick McCue the 2nd, 9th King of Warre!

Excerpt from a National History Textbook Primer as read by a typical Warreic High School freshman.