The Bleak Reach
In the hours that followed, Cazak's Crag became silent.
Not physically so, because 'life went on' and 'jobs still needed to be done'. But the whole settlement seemed to be holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
Something significant had happened this morning ... something new and powerful had become part of this community.
And that 'something' was Xin.
But the people didn't know what to make of this new 'thing'.
And the military who had transformed this insignificant village into a staging point and stronghold, also, didn't.
Of those who'd remained in the village common after 'that morning', few actually approached Xin.
They were simply in awe, or confusion.
Some few came forward, as though to touch him ... to figure out if he was real or not.
Some few seemed impressed. Certainly with the fact that he'd taken on a small mob of soldiers unharmed, and knocked down an entire building with his fists. But more so, because he'd stood up to the authority, stood before the military that 'ran' this town, and made it clear that he was not ruled by them.
The military pulled back. Far back; whether by orders, or inclination. The leaders of this outpost were faced with a threat, and needed time to work out strategy. Strategy to figure out WHAT Xin is, and whether they can work with him ... and if not, what to do about it.
In the hours that followed, Xin found himself sitting with some of those awed, confused, scared people.
Some of them were soldiers, some street urchins, some labourers ... but they were all lost souls, floating in this miasmic cesspool of uncertainty and disease, without a way out. And, somehow, hoping that Xin would be the answer.
Xin learned from them that Cazak's Crag was ... well ... nothing, before this military had turned up. They had taken this insignificant outcrop of humanity, and grown it. Sure, they'd grown Cazak's Crag to be what they wanted it to be, but it had grown.
It is well known that theBleak Reach is a cursed and unwelcoming land: But Xin now heard tales that he had never heard before, about a plague-god up in the mountains. 'Lagren' it was called; and it hated humanity, it was said. It had cursed the land with the disease and plague that even now was slowly spreading and expanding across the land, unstopped ... perhaps unstoppable.
But the military here had arrived, and made Cazak's Crag one of their staging points; their goal was, apparently, to oppose 'Lagren' in any and all ways possible.
And so, resources and soldiers had arrived. Cazak's Crag had grown and expanded, from a village into a military stronghold.
New troops were arriving every so often; with supplies and resources for the war.
But the supplies and resources were not enough ... and that is why the Magister taxes the local populous. His view is that, as his troops are here to defend and protect them, the locals can support and supply for his troops.
Xin also learned that many (a great many) of the troops arriving are purchased slaves from other parts of the world.
Purchased, sent here, and trained for the war. After all, what are they going to do, run away? This bleak, inhospitable part of the world would eat these kids alive if they left the safety and community of the military ranks they were now forced into.
But the plague and the unhospitable land was slowly draining the natural resources of the land: there was only ever barely enough for the local populous to scrap an unhappy life from the land prior. Now, the plague is killing people and destroying harvests, crops, animals and the land itself. And the military are draining the local populous of even more.
But unless something is done about the plague-god, the military are absolutely a 'necessary evil'.
Unless something is done to stop the plague-god, this land will become nothing but a wasteland of disease and death.
Ok, little god. There is so much here to fix.
Xin wants to make a difference ... may suggestion is that you pick something, and focus on fixing that one thing.
Once you've fixed that, move on to another.
But as GM, I need a clear idea of how you intend to 'make a difference'. A definitive goal, a thought-out plan, and your first actions and steps towards it.