Re: (Pitcarn) Bilbligh
"Lord," said the Stave, "I will answer your questions.
"First and foremost, while many of our men are more than capable of wielding a sword, our weapons are created primarily for support - rapiers, sabers, short knives and the like. We do not have an abundance of such things, either, as forge-work is found only in certain villages, and ours is not one of them. Our warriors are built not for war - there hasn't been a war in Bilbligh for many, many centuries - but for duels, and it would be difficult to train them for anything other than sport, though I know the talent and skill is there."
The Stave rolled a long map across his desk. Pitcarn saw that it was a map of Bilbligh. The Stave worked his Lord through it..
"Lord.. see where I am pointing? This is Gach, the village which I run," he pointed to a small mark in the center of the map. Pitcarn saw eight, nine similar marks in the center of the map, surrounded by a large ink circle, but to the north, south, east and west there were only vague glyphs which he did not know the meaning of. "This area in the center, where the large circular border rests? That is safe Bilbligh. Here, here and here.. are Amthbury, Riold and Vol. They are forge towns, Lord. With Gach rests Hosk, Urd and Jant. This is where most of the clergy rests, and where the largest farms are held - food often comes from these two. I am the High Priest of Gach itself, but even I must bow to the Lord Priest of the Grape in Hosk. These two villages on the border.." He pointed to two marks to the west. "Are the border-towns of Yurn and Gand. They have no farming capabilities at all, and exist simply to repel the hordes of the Witch-Woman of the Starved. They are the greatest fighting men we have.. and perhaps they alone are suited for war. We send them supplies and most of our weapons."
He grimaced. He pointed to the western sign.
"To the west exists the Witch-Woman of the Starved and her legion, within the Forests of the Starved. She threatens to destroy all of Bilbligh, and our greatest defense are the battle-towns of Yurn and Gand. Each of our cities are highly walled, too, as this adds an extra defense.. in the event Yurn and Gand fail."
He shuddered.
"To the east are the Sacred Lands of the M'naar. We do not travel there. To do so is to meet death by the vine-creature M'naar. We cannot defeat such a beast. Those in Jant," he pointed to the town closest to the east, "Worship the M'naar as an aspect of yourself, Lord. They sacrifice criminals to the beast when they can. But it rarely travels into safe Bilbligh, and when it does it is only to feed - it skulks off, always, not long after.
"To the north lies the Ruined Farmlands of Bilbligh, where we had many more villages, and even a city, once.. until the Witch-Woman of the Starved came and destroyed that, laid ruin to our crops, and drove us to the south. Harb, Oln, Reord.. those were only some of the towns lost to that battle.
"Finally, to the south is the River Gjoln. It is customary for the priesthood to experience pilgrimage, as far down the river as they can go, before they die. The mysteries of the river itself are unknown, but it is known throughout every village that it is a sacred place, and that commoners are not allowed to travel there."
He smiled.
"Does that help, my Lord?"
(Congratulations, Pitcarn. You have explored Bilbligh, and the subsequent boost in percentage has netted you an extra Degree; you now have two spare.)