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SHIKA ONT AREIN
Glory to the Bold

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South Reinkalistan, a nation forged through blood.

When the land was united by Deplukiriv Reinkal,
bringing together the four tribes, our glorious history began.

....................We fought.

We struggled.....................

We slaved.

The Reinkalistani people will always prevail!

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Our nation finds its roots in when the tribes of the 'Tuten' people migrated from modern-day Ukraine to both sides of the Caucasus mountains around 250 BC. Out of these peoples, four mighty tribes arose. Shika, Suthman, Ontis, and Kaskia. Known for their militaristic yet culturally developed nature, they are the epitome of the Reinkalistani warrior spirit we should all aspire to. Eventually they were all subjugated by the glorious Deplukiriv Reinkal of the Shika, who managed to crush a united coalition of the other three tribes over the river Ontosu. From then, he forged "Reinkal's Country" - Reintosho, known in English as Reinkalistan. He managed to centralise and expand the chiefdom a hundredfold, driving Reinkalistan to new heights. He forged our nation with fire and steel - we must honour his legacy, lest we forget.

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But all was not well in this new land. As it expanded, in the late 5th century, the dastardly Monas Torchax seized control of the fair chiefdom from the just and honourable Torkis the First. He put the wise Chief to death, and our fair country was cast into an age of tyranny. His brave and strong opponents were thrown in the dungeons and executed. There are some who say he ate the children of his enemies. For years we slaved under his rule. All hope was lost for the mighty warrior land. But there was hope. The great people of Reinkalistan, united in their desire to push back those who would dare oppress them, rallied under the son of Torkis, and drove back the false leader Torchax. The glorious revolution of the descendants of Reinkal rushed to his cankerous retreat, where the cancer was cut from Reinkalistan, and Torchax's head was stuck on a pike. But there are still those who claim descent from him, using their wicked ways to spread their fowl tendrils of subversion throughout our Kingdom! In the dark lands of North Reinkalistan, they even worship him as a false God. Remember to do your part in wiping out these vile heresies, and join the Tosgriconact today! Never forget the dark ages where we lived under tyranny, Reinkalistan! Or one day, the cruel ways of Torchax may come back. We cannot let this happen. Not for as long as our fair nation rests upon the globe!

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Yet the dark times just kept on coming for Reinkalistan. Especially when the foolish Hirikivspaw, last descendent of Reinkal, did away with the wisdom of his forefathers. His arrogance lead to him scrapping the idea of the strong Reinkalistani warrior in 728, instead relying on massed armies of untrained levies. He wasted no time in attacking Reinkalistan's eternal rival, the disgusting Imperial Realm of Tonchika. Hopes were high as he marched off to war, although the elders of the tribe had concerns. However, Hirikivspaw dismissed them like the simpleton he was. Soon after his armies marched into the lands of Tonchika, he was crushed at the tragic battle of Thren, getting himself killed in the process. The Tonchikan forces marched into Reinkalistan with a vengeance. We resisted, but it was not enough. We found ourselves at the mercy of foreign occupiers for years thereafter. Let this be a testament to the danger posed by the loss of tradition. May we never see a man like Hirikivspaw blemish the fair grounds of Reinkalistan again! We have recovered from his curse once, let us not be subject to it again!

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For almost a millennium, we toiled beneath the boots of multiple occupiers. Tonchika fell, but we were still not free. We became a pawn in the games of larger players. Our territory was always occupied by one tyrannical regime or another. Multiple times they tried to eradicate our fair people, but we held on. In the late 15th century, the Kingdom of Corinta found itself in control of Reinkalistan. Corintan noblemen were soon appointed to control vast regions of Reinkalistan. One of the largest of these regions was the Duchy of Kaskia, based off of the region the Kaskian tribe of old found themselves in. The son of one of these Dukes, Suntrak Tosdoda, born to a Reinkalistani mother, quickly became a man of the people. In our darkest hour, he rose when the Corintans were distracted in a civil war, peasants rallying around him. He stormed the castle of his father, slaying everyone inside. From this point, a glorious rebellion against Corinta broke out. For once, the Reinkalistani people could have hope. Lands across the realm fell to his march. Eventually, he sat as lone King of all Reinkalistan. He was named 'Deplukiriv' for his efforts, and he watches over us even today, as God of our people. Praise be unto him - despite only being half Reinkalistani, he is the epitome of virtue we should all aspire to. Glory to the Bold!

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Yet all good things must come to an end. Our Kingdom prospered for many years under the wise mandate of Tosdoda's descendants. We resisted the winds of westernisation that threatened to undo all of our hard work. Indeed, we stood strong against the onslaught. But unfortunately, our proud people could not keep it up forever. The treacherous Kaspar Turaniski, Communist Journalist, seized control of the South of the Nation with Soviet support in the 1960s. We were torn from our brothers, and made to labour under this disgusting Bolshevist system. As the decades dragged on, the situation deteriorated. Coups. Purges. Never before had we been so low. Instead of tyranny at the hands of foreigners, it was tyranny at the hands of a Reinkalistani. Truly, dignity was lost. The North that remained deteriorated into a Torchax-worshipping republic. Never had we been so low.

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In the light of 2001, something miraculous happened. Our Glorious King, blessed by the grace of Tosdoda, had been subverting the situation in the People's Republic for many years. He travelled in an armoured car to the politburo, where Turaniski, in his bloated decadence, held all the power in the nation. With the righteous men of Tosdoda by his side, Sarkos had no problem in deposing the mad tyrant, who put a bullet through his own skull. His success could only be attributed to the watching gaze of Tosdoda, saving our glorious realm from the Communist scum. As such, he was granted the crown of our fair nation. Now, comrades! We must not halt in our march! Let the Northern traitors fall to our armies! There is no stopping South Reinkalistan, not now, not ever! Let the Star of Tosdoda fly high, Reinkalistan. Honour to the Brave, and Glory to the Bold!

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