President Milad Morzhd's 1900 Inauguration Speech: Citizens of Wilczech, Today, we mark not the triumph of one man, but the victory of a people who refused to kneel. I stand before you not as a king draped in gold, but in the simple clothes of a worker and a citizen: white shirt, navy trousers, and a coat against the winter wind that bites at us all. For I am no different from the steelworker in Instrom, the forester in Grunith, or the sailor in Nol. We have cast off the chains of monarchy and the poison of oligarchy. The Imperus Veto that paralyzed our fathers is gone. The swindlers who bought our birthright for a handful of Ser have been stripped of their stolen power. The Democratic Socialist Republic stands. Not as a dream, but as a living machine forged by your hands. Yet we must speak plainly and with clear sight. Our republic is young and surrounded by uncertainty. The northern mountains and hills that shelter us also hide threats. Our gulf gives us the sea, yet it may become a cage if we do not guard its mouth. The grey wilderness beyond our borders waits to be claimed or seized by others. To the workers Wilczech: You are the heart of the Republic. Every ton of steel you produce, every machine you build, every rail you lay strengthens the hands of every person who defends us. The Ser in your pocket belongs to the labor that earned it. To the soldiers of Worthers and the sailors of our new fleet: Your discipline and courage are final and resolute. Hold fast to them. Trust in your comrades more than in grand orders from above. We will give you the tools, the machine guns, the bullets. The Actima-class cruisers and the Mirya, so that courage and the people, not empty titles, decide our fate. I do not promise easy years. The winters will remain cold. The work will be hard. But for the first time, the fruits of that labor belong to those who toil. Let the world know: Wilczech does not seek empire through conquest, but security through strength and prosperity through cooperation. We extend a hand of friendship to all who value justice and freedom. To those who wish to see the people of Wilczech subjugated under the heel of another king, know this: the people and spirit of the revolution will not so easily be crushed by blade or by bullet. Wilczech is ready for your assault. My final message tonight: Together, we will expand as brothers and sisters. Together, we will secure our waters. Together, we will prove that a republic of workers can outshine any throne. The Republic endures. The seal of Gerald watches over us. Now: to the forges, to the fields, to the ships. We have a nation to build. Long live Wilczech!
"If you didn't know who he is, you wouldn't notice him in the street." That is what one Wilczech Citizen said about President Milad Morzhd, who is now 36 in 1901. A veteran of the Second Revolution, he is a man deeply ingrained in the revolutionary values of what defines a good leader. When he is not filing through endless amounts of paperwork, he likes to spend his time drinking tea and playing chess in the Novarya parlor, directly across the street from the main government office, with workers of Actima Steel Mill 7. An engineer by trade, he seeks to reform the bureaucracy of the fledgling republic and establish Wilczech on the world stage during his 8-year presidency.
