Before the Storm: Act 4, Chapter 5

Before the Storm: Act 4, Chapter 5

Chapter 5

“Is it just me,” Xoc said, “or is our western border a lot further than it used to be?”

Not a few months ago, Xoc would have only considered the area around the hill where the Cuorocos Cliffs were as her home. If she was asked about her ancestral lands, they would also include the area along the northern shores of the lake formed by the old dam. Now, however, their ship has brought them far upriver of the lake, nearly to the shadows of the clanhold three kilometres west of hers.

“The people descended from our clan have spread out quite a bit over the generations,” Elder Patli said. “Beyond the lake, the borders are poorly defined since the population increasingly becomes a mix of different races the further one goes.”

“And we still claimed it as our territory? How do the other races feel about that?”

“We didn’t officially claim anything,” Patli replied, “but when the recent troubles began, people started aligning themselves with us, hoping for protection and sustenance.”

“It shouldn’t be a surprise,” Chimali said. “The city folk have always been quick to seize on opportunities. All we must do is ensure that ocelo Pa’chan offers more attractive opportunities than anyone else.”

His statement was as concerning as it was comforting. Xoc felt good about how far her clan had come in such a short time, but it didn’t have much to offer relative to the hundreds of thousands of Beastmen in and around the city. If their markets ever ran low on provisions to sell, the citizens wouldn’t think twice about turning elsewhere for their needs. They were quick to seize on opportunities, which also meant that they were quick to abandon former opportunities if they could no longer profit from them.

“Winter Moon.”

“Yes?”

“You mentioned new packs forming in the city and taking over some places,” Xoc asked. “How large were they?”

“It’s hard to say,” Winter Moon answered. “There wasn’t any way to differentiate who was a part of the local hierarchy and who just happened to be living in the area.”

“I bet at least a few of them are slumlords,” Chimali said.

“Slumlords?” Winter Moon looked down at him, “I’ve never heard of those before. Is it a type of Beastman Lord?”

“You could say that,” Xoc said. “They’re gang leaders who lorded over little slices of the slums.”

“And now they’ve occupied the dwellings of the wealthy,” Winter Moon said. “They’ve made their way up in the world.”

“I doubt they’ve become anything like the wealthy,” Xoc said. “More importantly, this might be bad.”

“I say it’s a good thing,” Chimali said. “Better to deal with the workings of the city that we grew up in. If the gangs have taken over, then there is at least a structure that we know well.”

She still didn’t like it. The slumlords were something like a pale imitation of the warrior clans. They carved territories out of the poorest parts of the city and primarily used force to demand payment for security. The issue was that said security wasn’t necessary if the gangs hadn’t existed in the first place, so they were basically parasites that created problems to profit off of.

When they finally made landfall, they found a group of locals awaiting them. Xoc waded ashore, shaking the water from her legs as she wondered what they were doing there.

“You are Enxoc?” An Ocelo in the group asked.

“Yes, that’s right,” Xoc replied.

A ripple of bobbing heads came in response.

“A Lup runner came to us last night,” the Ocelo said. “He said that you required the land that our homes are on and that you would give us new, better homes in your clanhold in exchange.”

Xoc examined the surroundings. From what she could see, the dwellings in the area were characteristic of most of the city. The majority were lean-tos fashioned out of branches and careworn Nug hides. Three-sided tents were a step up from those, and the most desirable spots were nestled between tree roots large enough to form walls and sometimes even roofs.

“Places have already been prepared for you,” Xoc said. “Additionally, you’ll have access to our inner markets and enjoy the protection of our warriors. There’s also plenty of work to be had...is that alright?”

The group immediately knelt before her.

“It is! Please give us time to gather our families and belongings. It won’t take long!”

“Um...sure? We have to unload the ship anyway.”

Xoc remained silent as the group dispersed. Chimali signalled to the ship’s occupants to bring its cargo ashore.

Was her offer really so attractive that everyone immediately agreed to it? Not that she didn’t think life in the clanhold had gotten much better in recent times, but almost everything that she had mentioned was something that came with living there recently. Maybe things in the rest of the city were deteriorating faster than expected.

“Chimali, can you figure out what’s going on in the area? I don’t want any nastiness to surprise us.”

“Of course, Enxoc. I’ll see if I can sniff out some old acquaintances.”

“Enxoc.”

Xoc turned to find the construction crew’s foreman standing behind her. She gestured for Chimali to begin his investigation before looking at the Ocelo foreman expectantly.

“How should we set up the market?” He asked.

“Didn’t Master Leeds tell you what needed to be done?”

“He listed some requirements,” the foreman replied. “We need space to assemble the pier, a clear, a good location for the market, and a structurally stable route between the pier and the market. He also said to ask you about defences and the like.”

“Defences...”

She examined the ancient trees standing all around them. Like most of the city, the canopy was a good fifty metres above. The shadowed undergrowth had been long trampled flat by the residents, affording a good view of the surroundings so long as one of the massive trunks nearby wasn’t standing in the way.

“Ocelo-style construction would be best, I think,” Xoc said. “We need to make efficient use of the space that we have. Also, we have a good riverfront for growing jute, so make sure nothing’s built there if you can help it.”

“How many levels should we build overhead?”

“Just one, for now. As for security, we can have reinforced walkways above the market area that can double as sentry posts.”

“What about the boundaries of the market?”

“Can we build a wall like Master Leeds suggested?” Xoc asked.

“We have more stone than we know what to do with back at the clanhold,” the foreman answered. “It’ll be easy to ship upriver.”

“Great,” Xoc said. “We’ll run a walkway above the perimeter of the post and build the wall a few metres inside of it. So long as the sentries aren’t asleep at their posts, that should make it next to impossible for anyone to climb over without being noticed.”

“Understood, Enxoc,” the foreman bowed slightly. “Building what you ask for may take a while, but the finished product will surely be something to see.”

Maybe I asked for too much.

She thought she asked for something simple, but it sounded like the foreman had something grand in mind. They went to a clearing on the way to the riverbank, where a makeshift workshop was already being set up. The foreman gathered the workers to issue instructions, which primarily revolved around building a new pier and moving the ships cargo to a temporary stockpile. Most of its construction materials were included in the first shipment, so all they had to do was put the thing together.

“Enxoc.”

“Yes?”

This time, it was an Apprentice Merchant that had approached her. She had a feeling that people would come to talk to her whenever she didn’t appear to be preoccupied.

“Have you seen Chimali? It looks like he’s disappeared somewhere.”

“Oh, I sent him to contact a few acquaintances in the area. Is there something I can help you with?”

“He was supposed to be organising us, but...how should we arrange the market?”

“Just use the main path for now,” Xoc said. “There’s going to be a lot of construction, so you’re going to have to move your stands around as it happens.”

“I hear you, Enxoc.”

Xoc escaped to the riverbank before anyone else could pounce on her. There, many of the locals-turned-migrants gaped at the wealth of construction materials, provisions, and furniture parts being offloaded as they waited to travel to the clanhold.

“Enxoc.”

Argh...

This time, it was the mate of one of the workers. Her mottled cub stood timidly behind her, clutching at his mother’s spotted tail with a paw.

“Yes, what is it?”

“Where should we pitch our tents? We don’t want to get in the way of anything...”

“Let’s see...set them up at the top of the riverbank for now. We’re going to build a residential level in the trees above the market, so you shouldn’t be there for long.”

“Thank goodness. I already miss our old place. Was the city always this muddy and miserable?”

“I thought we’d be able to put what we’ve learned so far to the test by making something nice,” he said. “Guess not. Why are there more people here than expected?”

“The land on the other side of the river’s been taken over by a gang,” Xoc replied. “They’ve pushed everyone that they don’t want to this side.”

“What the...how are they getting away with that?”

“Because even if they’re just a gang,” Xoc said, “they’re organised. Everyone else is hungry, confused, and frightened about the future.”

“ ...are we going to let them get away with that?”

“Of course not,” Xoc growled. “But our priority is saving lives and most of the ones we can reach right now are on our side of the river. If we can stabilise things here, we’ll have all the people we need and the gangs will have no chance against us when we come after them.”

Xigaoli might have stabilised his ‘territory’ by driving the people out, but they now faced the same problem as ocelo Pa’chan: a hungry city on their borders. They were probably hoping that anarchy and starvation would resolve the issue for them, but Xoc was determined to prevent that from happening.

“That’s a lot of mouths to feed,” Chimali noted.

“I know,” Xoc said, “but we have to try. And it may not be as bad as it seems: once we get the tribes bordering the city working with us, we’ll be able to scrape by if we carefully ration provisions.”

“The gangs will try to get in our way if they see us succeeding.”

“If they see us succeeding,” Xoc replied, “it will already be too late for them to do anything about us.”

They returned to the riverbank to discuss their findings with Elder Patli, but they found him already engaged in a discussion in the central ring of their temporary camp. Patli rose to his feet when he noticed her approaching, bobbing his head respectfully as he greeted her.

“Enxoc,” he said, “we’ve gathered what mystics we could find in the area. Everyone, this is Enxoc ocelo Pa’chan.”

There were far too many mystics to introduce personally, so they settled with a collective greeting.

“It looks like the rumours are true,” Xoc said. “Did these mystics come with their communities?”

“They did,” Patli said sadly. “I could scarcely believe their accounts. Many were offered positions in service to this Xigaoli fellow, but they of course declined in favour of taking care of their people.”

“You all did the right thing,” Xoc lowered her head in deference to their wisdom, “thank you. What did I walk in on?”

“We’ve covered several topics,” Patli replied. “Of course, our plans to address the needs of their communities were discussed first. They believe that everyone will cooperate if we show that we can deliver provisions.”

“How many people are there north of the river now?” Xoc asked.

“Estimates range from forty to sixty thousand,” Patli answered.

“...how are they getting their food?”

A queasy feeling formed in the pit of her stomach at the silence that followed her question. Ghrkhor’storof’hekheralhr received its food from four different sources. The herds in the city and fish in the lakes and rivers were the most immediate, followed by food shipments coming into the city from the surrounding tribes. It was the river trade, however, that made up most of the city’s supply.

“Some of us are asking the nearby tribes for help,” one of the mystics spoke up. “Families have started to vanish into the jungle and I can’t blame them.”

“We’re skirting the main issue here,” Patli said. “Xigaoli’s gang has taken control of the food supply and they’re trying to sell it to the people for unreasonable prices.”

“Selling food?” Xoc wrinkled her nose, “They’re not keeping it for themselves? I thought that was the whole point in them driving everyone out.”

“Regular shipments are still coming in via the river trade. I’m not sure whether they did this on purpose or not, but a gang and their associates can’t eat a city’s worth of food. They’re selling the excess for as much as they can get.”

“Urgh! How scummy can they be? Are they trying to make everyone hate them?”

With that selfish move, Xigaoli had his proverbial fangs clamped on the backs of their necks. As promising as the new Blood Antler farms were, it would take time to transition from their reliance on distant imports. She and everyone else involved assumed that the floods would gradually reduce the volume of goods that were shipped to the city, but now it looked like they could be cut off all at once if they crossed Xigaoli.

“I don’t think they care about who hates them so long as they are in control,” the mystic said. “Does that mean we won’t be able to rely on ocelo Pa’chan?”

“We want to help,” Xoc said, “but securing a food supply for so many people takes time. I hate seeing Xigaoli and his ilk extorting the people, but I don’t want to see anyone starve, either.”

“Hold on,” Chimali said. “I have an idea.”

“What is it?” Xoc asked.

Chimali grabbed her by the elbow and dragged her away. He only stopped after they left the camp a few dozen metres behind them.

“Don’t tell me you’re not going to trust those mystics, either,” Xoc said.

“It’s not that I don’t,” Chimali said, “but you know how it is. People talk and it looks like Patli’s trying to get those mystics to organise the people. It’s a good idea, but you never know who will say and hear what and we definitely don’t want the gangs to find out about this before we can act. We need to go back to the clanhold – I have to ask Master Leeds about this.”

Their ship was already half-boarded with migrants, so it wouldn’t be long until they could leave. The vessel rocked strangely for no apparent reason after Xoc and Chimali took their seats. She twisted around to look at the empty bench behind her.

“Winter Moon, is that you?”

“Yes.”

The huge figure of Winter Moon materialised out of thin air the moment she spoke. Panic erupted at her sudden appearance and a dozen passengers jumped overboard.

“Do you have to do that?” Xoc asked.

“People act out of the ordinary when they know I’m nearby,” Winter Moon answered. “In my experience, going around unnoticed is the best way to observe a place and its people.”

“Yeah, but if you do it in a place filled with felid Beastmen, you get what just happened.”

“Well, it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t replied. Maybe I won’t anymore.”

I’m going to turn into a nervous wreck wondering whether she’s around or not.

“Where’s Vltava?” Chimali asked.

“I left him back there with the other Druids,” Winter Moon answered, “they had things to talk about.”

“Is that safe? There are a lot of hungry people out there.”

“I’m reasonably certain that he’ll be fine.”

The ship recovered its passengers and drifted from the shore to paddle its way downriver. Xoc kept her eyes on the river’s southern banks, wondering if they were being watched by Xigaoli’s goons.

“What do you think of everything you heard back there?” She asked Winter Moon.

“Nothing consequential,” Winter Moon replied. “Perhaps it will make for a good story.”

“Is that all you Bards think about? I’d be a bit more concerned since you’re currently standing in the middle of this ‘story’.”

“It wouldn’t be much of a story if I got involved in your struggles. You’d get relegated to being a side character.”

With the way things were going, she wouldn’t mind that. Whenever it was all over, she promised herself that she would sleep for a month.

When they arrived back at the clanhold, Master Leeds was conveniently at the landing, planning out the new dockyard with a group of Human artisans and their Apprentices. They bowed in greeting as Xoc waded ashore.

“Welcome back, Enxoc,” the Guildmaster said. “How are things out there?”

“This is going to be harder than we thought,” Xoc replied. “A slumlord and his gang moved into the clanhold southwest of the trading post. They chased most of the citizens across the river and now we have sixty thousand mouths to feed.”

“And I may have a solution for that,” Chimali chimed in. “Master Leeds, when is the next ship coming in?”

“The last pair came in a couple of hours ago,” the Guildmaster replied. “They should be finished unloading soon.”

“Great! I’d like to borrow one of the ships and her crew.”

“The crews are resting. They haven’t been home for a week.”

“It won’t be far,” Chimali said. “Just to the northern part of the lake.”

The Guildmaster furrowed his brow.

“Do you know what this is all about, Xoc?”

“No,” Xoc said. “But Chimali said it might solve the food situation upriver.”

“I am certain that it will,” Chimali said. “All we need is a ship, its crew, and some rope. Oh, and it wouldn’t hurt to bring along some strong fellows, as well.”