What a time to be alive! Roha, with her good fortune and bountiful luck, was truly in the midst of a revolution. She had a firsthand seat to witness the reconstruction of civilization as it had been known in the desert. This wasn’t exactly how she had anticipated her year to go. She didn’t think she’d be back within the Canyon for some time, certainly not in a year or so. Alas, here she was. Everything was playing out rather perfectly, so far. The Mist had not heavily plagued them, and they were left to their own devices. She wasn’t sure why, but it didn’t make a difference to her, not now. Time seemed to fly by now, even moreso than it had seemed to with Tahira. Every day was busy, filled with labor and trial on all fronts, there was much to do, after all. After some time, she had eventually assumed the role of a de facto leader among them. While only a garrison commander within the village, she could give orders, assess the state of the town, and give them hope. As such, her influence within the small settlement had expanded beyond her role as a military head. The town had seemed to grow much busier, now that there was a sense of direction among it. She did have plans, after all, but more than a single measly village would be needed for them. For now, food was of primary concern, and so agriculture became a focus as the people worked on ensuring a stable source of food to sustain the village, and eventually produce an abundance. The garrison was coming along well. She was working with a militia, but even a militia was a formidable force in this day and age, if they knew how to kill a man with some degree of efficiency, and work in a unit. She primarily had them using spears and blades, the latter being more of her specialty, frankly, but anyone could use a spear. Armor wasn’t liable to be a major issue any longer, seeing as most of the craftsmen were likely out of business. She, though, could find them, and put them to work. If she could just extend her reach further into the Canyon, she could reopen mines and collect the armor and weaponsmiths left behind, not to mention soldiers and officers who didn’t depart with the Devante. Of course, there was also training to be done herself. While she developed her garrison, it was necessary to develop her own skills further as well. With any suitable mentors no longer in the sands, it seemed it was up to herself to improve in the arts of combat, magic, and just about anything. Lovely. The sword was one thing she needed to continue honing her skills with, though alongside this, she began to practice with the spear and bow more extensively, neither having formerly been weapons she dwelled on for very long, leaving her with little experience or application with the tools. The use of spears would be of great help in the new desert, they were easy to use for her militia, and allowed for much needed range to keep foes of any sort at bay. When she wasn't dealing with the garrison, or herself, she spent her time aiding the laboring man with the physical tasks their field may entail, or managing the town, and planning ahead. Working alongside them to some degree kept her in shape, and it allowed her to build trust, and earn their respect, perhaps even adoration, only furthering to cement herself as ruler of their little settlement, a slice of civilization in wastelands. She intended to assimilate the Obsidian Canyon and any remaining splintered settlements into a unified entity, a nation. With the passage of time, the town gradually became far more prepared than previously. It grew stable, a small bastion of its own regard. With a foothold established firmly, the time had come to encroach upon her ancestral homelands and establish true order in the lands of Obsidian Canyon. While she had not gauged its state, she was hoping it was in better condition than the rest of the sands. While their leader may have left, and infrastructure fallen apart, they stayed by choice, more than most of the other races abandoned by the Eternal House could say. Gathering a portion of the town’s garrison and setting out before noon, she arrived at the Canyon long before the fall of dusk. Unfortunately, her hopes were misplaced. With the departure of their government, the people of the Canyon who had remained were left to fend for themselves without order or unity. Such anarchy could not be allowed to continue, lest the people devolve into savages. Even if many departed to the lands beyond the wall, there was no doubt still a substantial portion of the Kitsune still residing in their homeland. With her armed force accompanying her serving as a means to solidify her power and authority, she could offer them a semblance of their old life under the Khan, raise them out of anarchy. They had tasted disorder, suffering without rulership. This could be remedied, in time. She'd work her way into the Canyon, and unify them all if she could. Most of the infrastructure was still intact, albeit a bit worse for wear. Beginning with the outermost region of the Canyon, she used her militia to enforce order. Any dissidents or looters thriving in the anarchy were to be killed to make an example of them and deter further chaos. Housing was a nonissue, as of now, but the supply chain was askew now. Her primary concern was reestablishing the agricultural industry first and foremost to prevent starvation and any further onset of disaster. The hardest part of this would be scraping together the remnants of the Union into a functional society once more.

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The former secretary of the Queen watched as the empire she once served crumbled to nothingness. Has this what has become of our people? How has the Mer’s kin forgotten their penance so much to forget its very purpose? It seems now, she will have to rally the ones loyal to the cause of what their moral codes stood for. Now, it was time to rebuild the empire they lost so that everyone else may prosper. A few will reject such a motion, but the needs of the many outweigh it. The future and their children and their grandchildren was now so much bleaker that the only response worth entertaining was totalitarian. Jewel now prepared to rally the kin who could share such revelations. Walking around the town of Sandslout, the Mer whispered with her brethren and began to sow the seeds of retributive atonement. For them to build a better world, they would need to conspire together and find a way either through diplomacy or violence to make the Sands whole again. An arduous campaign for certain, but if any elf were true to their heritage, they knew it was a small price to pay for the forgiveness of their sins. Those who opposed the crusade were enemies of it, and thus were to be removed in ways that wouldn’t arouse suspicions. Today, the woman stood at the marketplace as the people bartered what services and goods they could offer ever since gold coins became meaningless. Her own duties were later in the night where a lady could offer comfort in return for well enough treatment. Sodomy wasn’t above what was required for this crusade or one’s own survival. No one had a need of bookkeeping where no books were to be found. Though, such organizational skills will be much more useful when the time comes. For now the sight of the degradation of the place the Mer once called home would have to be used to further fuel the fires of change if not the elf’s well being.