Not Another Hero

When he disappeared, my father left a realm that was in pretty terrible shape. We were a second-rate nation at best, thanks to the uprising. We had a few cities clogged with starving laborers out of work and a smattering of farming villages. Our only source of income was the iron ore found in the western mountains. The nobility, the merchants and the peasants all hated each other - with good reason - and that was just the humans.



Lumber shortages were widespread thanks to the thorn pixie raids, and the sea sylph regent was threatening to blockade our ports in an attempt to squeeze a tax from our merchant vessels. Our only help came from the granite gnomes who will gladly work for food - and they eat rocks.