Ave’lose, Province of Ave’liyu, Kingdom of Auraliyu
December 23, 1921, 7:29PM
“Bless Aiya, it’s goddamn cold out there!” A Vulpine recited in vain as the aggressive snowflakes pummeled his back as the wooden door swung open into the dimly incandescently lit bar, discussion ringing about as many of these people had came just coming from the factories, the mills, and the mines as Ave’lose had been one of the few cities not yet blighted with the authorized temperance where rural and agrarian centers were forced to go dry. Winter had started out with a bang with the follow-up being a blizzard battering down on the Auraliyun capital city, during this weather, this bar was among the only spots for some as they had neither of the just barely livable shelter the proletarians had in this bar, seeing throughout the tables some were sleeping with a bottle in hand, probably passed out drunk, tired, or a combination thereof. This southern Vulpine was among the many wiry lightweights in this bar, his ears cold as due to their exposure with the nearly useless toque he had on. After just finishing a dinner with his family just a block south the man was looking for a drink to refresh off of a 12 hour long work day he had endured at the local steel mill that was producing many parts for machinery to go to Vekaiyu. Auraliyu was merely a bootlicker to the Vekaiyun Empire as it entrusted much of its resources to this war.
The Vulpine took out a worn silver pocket watch from within the interior pocket of his grey jacket that had been worn and a bit torn after a couple of years of use, he didn’t have much money to pay for all sorts of new clothes as adding clothing to his salary wouldn’t fare well against family necessities in terms of expenses. He walked up to a rectangular oak finish table, one of the three people sitting on the table waved at him, signalling to sit down as the trio were conversing while sipping on their glasses of cold light beer, “Hey Maxwell, we we’re waiting for you!” The Northern Vulpine said with a slight tone of optimism as Maxwell sat in the dirty wooden chair, to his right was another Northern Vulpine and one of the only Humans in the bar that towered over everybody else in this room. They all seemed to be enjoying the time despite that they have been dirty from all the soot and grime they’ve lived under as miners for the Coal Mine owned by Norman Avrekosk, one of the millionaires who had been friends with the King and his royal family who they both seemed tolerant in maintaining the laissez-faire status quo workers had been enduring for years.
“What’s been going on with you Reggie?” Maxwell asked the Vulpine who greeted him with a toothy smile, he hadn’t seen him in hours as the other three had been working together in the mine for several months which led to an assumed companionship between the three. Reginald couldn’t respond after a second as he gulped down a couple swigs of his beer, finishing it, "
“I’m doing fine, haven’t eaten anything yet, the waiter still hasn’t gotten me the fish yet.” The Vulpine impatiently responded as he glanced around impatiently, “Work wasn’t too good, one of the kids there ended up having some coughing fit that ended up nearly killing him! He was a damn good kid, didn’t know his name, he was only eight years old.” His voice turned into a rather pensive and depressive tone as he followed up with how his day at work went, this experience was noted by the rest of this posse as the Human and Vulpine had a bit of small talk. “How’s Remone and Varian going too?” Maxwell asked Reginald as the two were occupied with their own conversation as they seemingly ignored him, Reginald scratched his head “I guess they’re doing fine, Varian told me his wife was gonna kill him as he hadn’t even come home yet.” Reggie responded as it led to a chuckle escaping from Maxwell’s muzzle, it was common news for Varian to usually neglect his wife on a Friday night for his own leisure.
“Yeah but, all of us have been surviving, Remone hasn’t been doing so well, all I’ve heard him doing was cough and even cough up blood while we’re in the mines, seems like that whole thing is getting to him first.” Reggie worried for Remone, the Human had seemed to have been increasingly ill, “We’ve talked to the foreman, he doesn’t give a shit, all he said was “If you can still swing that pickaxe then don’t worry about it!”” Reggie seemed to end it with a mocking voice to imitate the foreman who didn’t have much regard for Remone’s well being. Varian to Remone’s right had been doing alright compared to Remone himself, despite him losing his left ear in the War a few years back that rendered him deaf in one ear, he still was a hard worker. “You know, when we all came back from fighting those Morstays and Packlivanians, we would’ve gotten all sorts of cheers, veterans pensions, and even a union but nah, none of that here.” Reginald followed, beginning to rant “I don’t trust those unions, they were all just made to make us feel like we matter, but all the leaders do is just have drinks with that stupid royal family, I’m barely making enough to get presents for my kids on Christmas and they’re not even giving us a good enough wage for the amount of work we bust our asses for!”
Reginald seemed very dissatisfied with the current things, everyone at the table was, everyone at the bar was, after the war Auraliyu just seemed to be in an unending cycle of recession as the laborers who mostly were veterans of this over decade long conflict had been doing nothing but working without any reparations from the people who had the power to make their lives prosper. Everybody who worked seemed to be in a union, but all the low turnout strikes these unions hosted weren’t doing much as all they were for is to keep headlines so any clueless soul in Auraliyu or all over the world could see another country is prospering in willful workers demanding workers rights, but the reality was that not much confidence had been in these union hosted supposed cries for more rights. All the people in this room agreed and shared a common identity that those ruling this country had not really cared much for them anyway, and the tensions and their further frustrations grew much higher as the weeks went on, Maxwell, Reginald, Varian, and Remone simply and casually talked for the next couple of hours, seemingly passing off Reginald’s rant as an example to cite in the future as their nothing to lose lives grew increasingly more uncertain.