[spoiler]This is an Ethalrian based RP. I am writing alongside Xagrurg until the story line progresses, which will be after a few posts. I’ll put another spoiler in the story to announce when whoever can join in. Thank you![/spoiler]
Amalda Harimann was sat in her office awaiting intelligence. She was a middle aged woman who had dominated the political scene for years. She had experience, and where need utilised it in stampeding fashion. She had been recently reelected as serving matriarch. A map of Aurora was laid on her table, with the newest Xagrurg political divide. The divide was enormous. Amalda chuckled. All she could envision was the end of her most fierce rivals.
The matriarch hadn’t been involved in world politics for a long time, at least a few decades. They preferred to quietly recover from their significant defeat from the war. The general Ethalrian public despised anyone affiliated with the governments who crippled them, namely the SCE, and more importantly, the Republic of Xagrurg.
The Ethalrian government had slowly paid off their war debts and charges given to them by the ACA. Because of the war, Ethalria was forced to tie ‘good’ relationships with the SCE and establish a DMZ and again, somewhat good relations with Xagrurg. Ethalria was forced to adopt the Kirib, which stripped them of their national identity. Over the decades, political unrest and riots littered the streets demanding an end to Xagrurg for the crimes they committed. Eventually the pace slowed down until many stopped, but none forgot. Lives resumed as normal and everything was mundane. The major Ethalrian cities that had fallen during the war had been rebuilt and were prosperous.
Growing up, Amalda fiercely hated the Xagrurgian government. All throughout her teens, she wrote novels about how she wanted to publicly humiliate every politician under the Xagrurg government for destroying the monarchy, which was a popular lust in the 80s. In fact, under her pen name, she made a fortune, writing the best selling Ethalrian novel of '86. As she entered politics in her early twenties, her hatred remained the same. With the fascist ideologies she put to the table, she made a name for herself, sparking the fading interests of Ethalrian nationalists and veterans of the Auroran Imperial War. This eventually led to her underlying effectiveness and, ultimately quickening her footsteps to the most prestigious Ethalrian office, the Head Matriarch, which is essentially a presidency. In 2008, she stepped foot into her new home and has never looked back, retaining the strategical interests of most Ethalrian citizens and being re-elected in 2014 to serve her second term until 2020.
The Xagrurg conflict aroused her imagination, giving her multiple plots to play with. None of them fell into place and Amalda grew tired of playing a game she couldn’t involve herself with. She didn’t want to rush into things as she feared the ACA would force serious repercussions, until now.
The Greater Xagrurgian Empire had formed as a military coup to seize Xagrurg, who she hated. Because of their rising power and influence, she had sent out an invitation for General Erwin Pipua to discuss their potential in the Rivendale State Building, where she sat waiting. She looked out of the enormous tinted window out to the city. The Building was 125 floors high and she was at the top. Almost everything revolved around her, and that she loved. She felt the cities enormous power as it constantly moved. Amalda closed her eyes and breathed in very slowly until her chest was at its largest. She proceeded to slowly exhale, opening her eyes at the end. The room was silent and she paused for several minutes, looking with malicious intent, although not obvious.
Whilst unmoved, she addressed her stuffed green toad which laid dormant on her office table, a face full of pain when it was alive.
“I have waited a long time for this moment, my little green friend.” she slowly pronounced with a grimace.