Letter to Mister Harrolt Senderburg, Head Premier of the Council of Courts

Written & mailed the Thirteenth Day of the Fifth Month of the Year 8149 of the Second Era

Dear Premier Senderburg,

My pen is humbled to write upon this paper, Sir, for it has now found itself into your hands, and with sanguine expectation if indeed this should arrive the morrow after next, will have brought onto the civil conscious of the Twelve Judges and each their Forty Chairmen a perspective I pray you will at length consider to support. With that knowledge, I grow in ever mounting confidence that a New Age, like that of the Golden Gardens of the Western Fair, shall once again in future time flourish with the resounding bells of truest freedom, of which we haven't ourselves obtained since those wondrous Gardens were laid to ash and ember so many millennia ago.

Thereafter, in the wicked fogs of ignorance and foreign discord, we had wrought for the sake of the one and the many the whole of law and wisdom from the reddened rags of our forefathers' blood. And with our fists clenched tight around our swords immortally drawn, we the servants of the people, whether we be Governor, Lord, Minister, or Senator, have in righteous sentiment sworn pledges on the basis that we would adhere to the same constitutions set in intendment that all should follow. We, whom shall remain kneeling so that others may yet stand, fly banners not of gold or silver, but of flesh and bone; Heroes, who stood in triumph over odds far greater than theirselves, and through faith and love, vigor and valor, sustained for a Nation defeat and victory alike.

Adorned in their scars, beaten of a piece to that of butter in a churn, they have persevered against the adversities of their day and shown us the way, in our lives, how we can rise to such a momentous occasion and change course the fate of our own history; those like King Eyoborn Dolerand the Uniter or, dare I say it for fear of public scorn, the late Lord of Kimewa. These two men have shaped the landscape upon which we have built our firm foundation of honest living, and with words mightier than steel, secured us a culture dominated purely by solidarity and coadunation, and not by the fingering whims of dastards and East born subjugators did we preserve it.

Through their sacrifices, we breathe the air of the World without the bated consternation that we may choke on its winds. Yet, there are millions, billions even, who remain unnamed and unremunerated, and those countless legions are the hard working men and women of Dolerand; the yeoman, the carpenter, the potter, the chandler. They compose the backbone of our society and by their daily deeds, we may hope to produce paradise not in a distant eventuality, but in the here and now.

However, I regret to inform you, Sir, that the heroes which we serve, who gift onto us their wishes and fidelity, have been forsaken, not by God or by our bordering foes, but by us, their most trusted appointees. We have failed the people immensely in regards to their individual rights, all of which are now stripped from them as if scales from a wriggling fish, still alive as to feel each scrape of the blade alongside its crippled body. They are quite aware of the injustices done here, but despite their obstinance to retaliate against these hindrances, toil in vain upon soiled field with eyes beamed toward you and the Council, pleading for assistance in their struggle over a seemingly invisible tyranny, their mouths sewn shut by uneasy content.

How can we, their protectors, their guardians, their friends, their family, possibly continue to ignore such a vile and despicable violation of International decrees that they the opposition have themselves set forth? I must admit these past few months have weighed heavily on my values as a moral, God fearing man, and nights drag on in never ending cycles of numbingly gray thought, but I persist, if only to serve Dolerand and the Nations that claim authority atop its earth.

Clearly we have more reason to strike down ourselves than the enemy that sits upon the Theryosian Throne, for if we could permit such atrocity to endure, we are not just as cruel as the Theryosians, but in a sense, more corrupt, as it is our own people who we are condemning to a solemn, lonely death amidst a sea of their brethren, every last one of them drowning in the flood waters of our lies. Curse it, curse it all! What sorrow I weep for my fellow Dolerandians, be you Kaunikanian, Kimewanian, Kimenarian, or Kylentonian. I weep for each soul anguished by the rule of crowns and like tools, abused by higher powers as means to an end.

Though fear they not, for me and the associates of the Unveiling Moon Publishing Company, a branch organization of the Mornbrucker Remembrance Group, along with my very good friend Gillan Bale (ex-Chief of Kimewa's Literary Arts & Written Communications) have partnered with authors and poets across the Four Nations to spread word of a massing metaphorical resistance; one that shall fare better off than its actualized predecessor fourteen years prior. Our goal is to increase awareness that their government has not abandoned them, nor ever will, and I presume this will enlighten many a folk on the current issues that some fraudulent outlets, having been distorted by puppeteering politicians, will have discredited to the inconvenience of the free peoples of Dolerand.

These authors include Jameson Bevel, Amy Croff, William Enten, and Jilian Halwick, who behind the comforts of a desk wage a war of words against the East through the publication of numerous pamphlets, poems, posters, and other works catering to the ideals and themes of self-preservation. Such is the case for the soul wrenching true story The Dead Of Winter, Jilian's own eight hundred and fifteen page masterwork that follows the arduous life we Dolerandians face each and every morn we are roused from our beds, like that of the main protagonist, a mother in search of her lost child during the Blizzard of 8064; I say in certainty, a blizzard caused by Theryosian Magic.

It models us, the prudent, the modest, the meek, the earnest, as the image of what we can be and what we ought to strive to be. Most of these titles, more of them being Till The Sun Sets, Legacy Of The Lone, Where The Burrow Tunnel Ends, and Dolerand The Daunting, all being historically based as to escape the skewing aversions from critics in Theryosia, paint the populace as a beacon that should guide the World beyond these roughed waters and past the echoes of yesterday's woe. And by centering these books on events that veritably happened in Ages not-too-distant ago, people will soon long to relearn the days of yore, their ancestral roots, and how in antiquity, Dolerand was once the single greatest advocate for the furtherance of prosperous change. This will allow people to connect our present to our past, and with minds unrestrained, begin to truly comprehend how their liberties have been unethically defiled and callously strewn as if void of any meaning.

Before, writings such as these would be labeled as revolutionist propaganda, appealing to only the lower classed and fetching from within them a yearn to act against the ruination of a Therysoian stained dominion. That is not the case I assure you, for I believe these empowering and encouraging tales of bravery and heroism will suspend distrust of Dolerand and its Councils by abdicating any dubious falterings with a steadfast conviction in its inherit goodness. And that is what I most want to achieve; a relationship with the people centered on truth and trust. That is my effort and my contribution to the cause, as my current position as standing Chief of Armed Affairs in Kimewa allow my reputation to speak on its own accord, hopefully persuading the doubtful over to the light, but without your consent and full acknowledgment, I am without the ascendancy to order or sign any legal document whatsoever to render political occupation by outside forces ineffectual.

My arsenals grow larger by the day, our weaponry unsurpassed anywhere in the Midlands of the Continent, and yet comparably speaking, pale in quantity and practicability against the vast array of superior technologies, scientific advancements, and mass production capable in the East. That is why I write to you, Sir, with such passion. I desire permission to pass a federal Law into effect that will disallow any connections between us and the New Rule Empire, with Theryosia beating as its heart inevitably bleeding out as a result, for their economy is immodestly based upon "trade" with the Four Allied Nations of Dolerand, and with such an artery severed, we could topple their influence over our suffocated ideologies and break loose the dormant bondages they've slyly eased onto our hope with the intent to shackle.

I am much aware that a Law as this one will be unable to gain traction for decades to come, or at this rate, possibly centuries, but I bring it to your attention notwithstanding its fruitlessness simply because I believe it should be an ever lingering prospect presupposing the opportunity arises. Howbeit, I and my fellow Chiefs of Kimewa's Affairs have sought out to make it known across the sweeping prairies of the North to the wild timbers of the South that we have not forgotten them as citizens of Dolerand, and will in all our power assuage their lamentations and directly engage them at the ballots with utter vehemence.

We've called for a National vote, you see, declaring all matters of government doings a concern of the majority, giving them access to Laws we once relegated for merely the Courts to decide upon, and now both men and women, together, from ages sixteen onward, have the qualification as residents of Kimewa to participate in what Laws shall be passed and what Laws shan't. It's unprecedented! Not since the Mornbrucker Rebellion has this remarkable feat of democracy been admitted to the people and practiced freely. Millions line up to their local courthouses, eagerly awaiting a formal reading of the Laws currently under suggestion so that they may collectively plebiscite. This was a decision of Kimewa and not Dolerand, let it be known.

The Two Provincial Ministers have commended my recommendation and have put this personal form of communion between civilian and government to the ultimate test by fueling its intention with the belief in its beneficial outcome. Both of Kimewa's Provinces have seen a resurgence in National pride and I believe our success among the people is something than can transcend Kimewa and begin spreading throughout to the other Nations. Literature has helped us achieve awareness of the societal crises plaguing us, and as a result, we've been led out from the shadows of a Post-Rebellion Dolerand and into the dawn. Kylento, Kaunikan, and Kimenar both suffer from censorship of rebellious trains of thinking and actively snuff out rallies of even non-violent protests. This is unique for us, as now for the first time, Kimewa is unaffected by doctrines enforcing rule onto the other Dolerandian Nations.

Why? Why now of all times? Strife has diseased us for far too long, and with proper leadership, we can procure a vaccine. And the leaders we and the Ministers have chosen are none other than the people of this Great Nation. One of the Laws our people have elected to be sufficient in contention of past legislature is that of the Andle's Act, proposed firstly by former Minister Andle Tifton of the Province of Mantina, which states that of the Four Nations, no one but the people of a singular Nation, of which they wield permanent citizenship, can abide by the laws of said Nation, and not by the conjuncture of Dolerand in its entirety. We are a sovereign and independent house united by a common goal and interest. We wave the same flags, sing the same anthems, and praise the same God, but within the realm of governance, the people will take command in all aspects of office, and no elected official will maintain any power capable of undermining the rights of any one person, regardless of its detriment if so their rights oppositely reflect on the Minister's own agenda.

This is the same aforementioned Law I spoke of wanting to pass before when last I wrote to you. It isn't a perfect remedy for our situation, or at all progressive, but the people have spoken and supplicated its admission with a heat that in all honesty, took me aback, for the Act upon reviewal was in part overwhelmingly accepted without the hint of rejection. I know you'd prefer a lengthier, more exhaustive explanation on exactly how such a Law as Andle's Act would, in the long run, positively reinvigorate a greater sense of value and Nationalism among our citizens, yet retain within them the same love for Dolerand as a whole, so to quell your questions, I will answer them before they can be asked.

Understandably so, any Law threatening the Theryosians would only lead to an apocalyptic War with the New Rule Empire, which I am, to my dismay, assured we cannot win, or at least not at this moment. That's why the Andle's Act suits the needs of the people both emotionally and politically. It's about the gifting of power to those who feel as if they've been mistreated and unjustifiably exploited by taxes and Laws not of Kimewanian descent, and thus far, has had tremendous results. Parades fill the streets like living rivers and late hour festivities wake the sun from its slumber. It has narrowly been four days since its approval and more Laws still go into consideration, but to fully set our Nation aside from the rest of Dolerand, to thwart the status quo, and to discourage any further correlation with the Empire is nigh unimaginable. There is nowhere to run and no shortage of men to step over across the Eastern border and onto the shores of the Southern coasts. So I say if we cannot fix Theryosia, let us fix our own Country!

That is why I await on your response, Premier, for Article Seven of the Thirty One Codes reads, "Hath a Nation want for itself a Law unlike Her sisters, so it shall be granted. But for Nations seeking Law that contradicts the principle of another Nation, and or deliberately places that Nation in jeopardy of congressional segregation, said Nation must send their request for the passing of the Law to the Head Premier of the Council of Courts." Therefore I need you and the Judges and their Chairmen to deal to us your word, but most importantly, we must meet in physicality to properly settle this matter, for a letter of this magnitude, despite its length, cannot convey the weight of my haste.

Writing this, however, presents me a great opportunity to easily approach you with my innermost feelings, which has been so, so satisfying to relieve myself of. You are free to not respond, of course, even so if you'd happen to discourteously negate me a recreant presage of impending hurt to Dolerand's four thousand year eminence; a man of your particular stature being well above; but I will gladly sit in idle patience for a response nonetheless, following a denouncement of my campaigning for a second term or otherwise.

God bless, Sir, and forever may He weave the fabrics of our peace.

Your steward of Kimewa's Armed Affairs, Chief of the armories, builder of forts, and the stager of battles,

Gendel B. Melheiwer

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Letter to Gendel B. Melheiwer, Chief of Kimewa's Armed Affairs

Written & mailed the Twenty First Day of the Fifth Month of the Year 8149 of the Second Era