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Name my setting please
Nightblade42:
There's been an ongoing discussion regarding the development of fan-created settings for RMU. Check out this post for the entire discussion:
Possible Fan Created RMU Settings Discussion
Anyway, I keep hinting at one of my settings that I want to develop that I've been refering to as my "Pseudo-Pulp Setting". Problem is, that's a bit of a mouthful & not very inspiring (though it is quite descriptive). So I'm wondering if the ICE community might help me in finding a name for this setting. Below, I will post an exerpt from the story I'm writing that takes place in this world. Also, I'm going to post a bit of a synopsis of the world & some of the background inspiration for it.
Your help in naming this setting is greatly appreciated!
Nightblade ->--
Nightblade42:
--- Quote ---“Very well.” He smiled, the light twinkling in his blue eyes. “Are you interested in taking on a case that might change the course of our national history?”
“It depends on what is involved.” I replied cautiously. I took another sip of the wine, I felt like I would need it to get me through this interview.
“I believe that King Kappeeki Uolooate and his family did not commit suicide at the end of the civil war.” This was a shocking statement. It was a well known fact that the royal family had committed suicide when the Republican forces had broken the siege of Käpäjitar - the Capital city - and had begun to march on the Royal Palace. The bodies of the King, his beautiful wife Joltingoir and the Crown Prince Terrel were discovered surrounded by the bodies of five of the royal guardsmen in the Palace’s ballroom. It was quickly determined that they had all committed mass-suicide by poison when word of the Republican forces breaching the city’s last defenses was brought to the Palace.
“I have heard reports that the Royal Family had been secretly evacuated from the city before the siege even began.” Assir continued. “The bodies found in the Palace at the end of the siege were those of their doubles.”
“Alright, but what evidence do you have for this?” I asked. This seemed like a far fetched tale: a romanticized hope of a nobility quickly fading.
Rycheskön passed me a folder that had been sitting on one of the bookshelves nearby. I opened it up. On top of the papers contained within the folder was a photograph of King Kappeeki taken in front of the Palace. He was inspecting a line of troops.
“That is the last known picture taken of his Majesty before the supposed suicide.” Assir explained. “It was taken on Rehdiekesvi 21, 1745. That was two weeks before the bodies of the royal family were found in the ballroom. Look at the report found under the picture.”
I moved the picture and began to read the report underneath. It was a Royal Military log taken from the Vünsoskäre Airforce base. The log was dated Rehdiekesvi 22, 1745 and it reported that two Väydäkeen T-26 twin-engine aircraft took off that day. They were carrying cargo and six passengers - including a forty two year old man, his wife and their ten year old son. The flight plan for the two airplanes was classified as Top Secret and their destination was not logged with air traffic control. The king was forty two when he died and the Crown Prince would have only been ten. The fact that the flight plan was classified was very odd. Could Assir’s crazy theory be true? I needed more evidence.
I began to flip through the other reports in the folder. There was one that talked about Ooteremä Ilkettaul, the chief of the Royal Intelligence Service, having gained political asylum in the Kingdom of Asgamo before the Siege of Käpäjitar. It reported that Ilkettaul had settled down in the city of Dobonado where the RIS had historical ties. This same report talked about a semi-fortified compound just south of the city where Ilkettaul was said to have helped high-ranking Royalist political refugees find safe havens within Asgamo.
“Have I captured your interest?” Assir interrupted my readings.
“You might have.” I admitted. “What do you expect me to do with this information?”
“I want you to find the Royal Family.” The old man informed me. “I would believe that his Majesty has passed on, but the Crown Prince would be in his sixties. I would imagine the Prince would have a family of his own - probably even grandchildren. There are enough Royalists still around that would find hope knowing that descendants of the last King were still alive. It might even spark a movement to depose the despot who occupies the Palace in Käpäjitar and bring an end to this brutal regime.”
“You’re talking about treason.” I warned.
“No, I am talking about a counter-revolution.” Assir corrected.
“You would start another civil war.”
“If it came to that.” The old man replied in a sad tone. “But we must fight for our country, Keenäom. We must fight for our people. Right now we are oppressed. Our freedom is shackled by a party that rules with an iron fist. Anyone who dissents is arrested and taken to the Tattir Prison Camps. Our national resources are slowly being siphoned off to Grouanuin and the despot who rules us is quite happy to rape our country of its former wealth. Surely you have problems with our current regime.”
“Most people do.” I agreed. “But we’re wise not to say so.”
Assir looked at me for a moment. “You see Keenäom, that’s the real problem. People know this is wrong. But they’re too afraid to do anything about it. You were in the military - you are a man of action. You have your grandfather’s noble blood in you. Do not give in to the fear that holds the common people in check. Rise up above - as you are meant to - and be a hero to a nation that needs to change.”
I took a long sip from my wine. Seruom gave me an apprehensive look. He had been silent during the whole conversation and I could only imagine what he was thinking about all of this. There was a lot of danger in what Assir was asking me to do. And I was certain that if I chose to walk down this path, there would be dangers I would face that I would never have expected. But the old man was right, the cause was noble - the need was there. Was I someone to wallow in fearful submission like the rest of society?
“I think you’ve convinced me, Assir.” I acknowledged after a long time deep in thought. Seruom’s left eyebrow rose, but he said nothing. “What is your plan?”
--- End quote ---
from The Flesh Of Midnight
S. S. Prince
Nightblade42:
Full disclosure: a lot of this setting & the story from which the excerpt above is taken was inspired by the History Network show Hunting Hitler. You might see some parallels with the theories surrounding what might have happened to Hitler & other high profile Nazis at the end of WWII. The difference is that the state in which the story takes place is ruled by a Fascist Party (similar in a lot of ways to Nazi Germany) & the missing Head Of State is the former King instead of the deposed fascist dictator.
(Sorry, I'm a bit of a Monarchist at heart)
Anyway, here's some background on the setting.
There are three countries currently developed. The country in which the story is set, the one under the rule of the fascist Ampo Party, is called Viilsatakkul. It is a mountainous coutry on a penisula surrounded by two seas.
To the north-west, across the sea, is the country of Asgamo. Traditionally it tries to stay neutral in the affairs of the other countries in the region. However, it is known to have harboured exiles from Viilsatakkul after the civil war that saw the Ampo Party come to power. There are rumours that certain Asgamoan companies are developing advanced technologies previously unknown anywhere in the world. Asgamo is a monarchy.
To the north-east, also across the sea & adjacent to Asgamo, is the country of Grouanuin. The traditional enemy of Viilsatakkul and the rumoured birthplace of the first Katejor (the military dictator who rules Viilsatakkul). Grouanuin and Viilsatakkul has fought a number of wars in the past and tensions are normally high between the two countries. However, since the rise of the Ampo Party after the Civil War, relations with Grouanuin have improved significantly. Grouanuin is a republic ruled by a house of commons and an elected senate.
Technologically speaking, the world is somewhat similar to 1930's & 1940's Earth - with some differences. Electrical power is freely generated and distributed via a series of massive Tesla-Coil-like Towers. The use of fossile fuels is almost non existant in Viilsatakkul and Asgamo. Grouanuin however still has a fossile fuel based economy - which is the reason for their continued aggression against Viilsatakkul, where the world's largest oil reserves are found. Viilsatakkul does not develop their oil, because they do not use it to power their technology. Grouanuin needs these oil reserves in order to continue to fuel its economy.
The story starts in Viilsatakkul's greatest financial city (the country's Stock Exchange is located here). The story is about an ex-military man turned Private Eye who gets drawn into the secret of the former Viilsatakkul King's escape from the country after the Civil War. The story is a pulp detective story with an international espionage & political twist. It's a genre I don't usually explore, but one I've been enjoying so far. Again, heavily inspired by Hunting Hitler.
So, any ideas for a setting name would be greatly appreciated. If anyone wants more information about the setting or has further questions, please let me know. I'd be happy to discuss them.
Thank you everyone in advance for your help!
Nightblade ->--
Peter R:
The names seem to me to suggest African overtones. Is that intentional? The only thing that countered that was the blue eyes. I am just trying to explore the mental picture of the world that you have created.
Peter R:
Have a read of this wikipedia section.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Kenya#Swahili_culture_and_trade
Does that feel like it could be talking about parts of your world? Change the names of Mombasa, Malindi, and Zanzibar to Asgamo, Grouanuin and Viilsatakkul.
Or am I seeing this world completely differently to you?
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