War Dogs; a tale of blood and coin
Harvest Festival of Mali
Mali, as an economic entity, is a fairly insignificant blip on the radar, boasting little resources worthy of trade or local manufacture and poor strategic positioning for easy trading or logistical services. In years people may come to speak of its beautiful rolling hills, and scenic vistas unmarked by the thunder of war, but for now it’s merely a safe haven from the war.
With a primary focus on self-sustainability, 75% of the population finds work in some arm of agriculture, whether its working the fields or moving produce to the local market. As such; the start of harvest is an important day for the locals where they reap the benefits of their year of hard work. What began as a general celebration to mark this momentous day eventually became a party which turned into a festival which draws hundreds of travellers from nearby provinces over for a week long period of drinking, dining, and dancing.
Politically speaking, the festival is also an important one. Mali’s location on the northern point of Llael has meant bringing in people from Northern Khador, Lllael central, and southern Cygnar together, if even for a little while once a year. The only ones to actually appear at the event were unobliging Llaese nobles and the occasional Khadoran passing through. This year’s festival will mark the first time since the invasion that all factions would have someone of the nobility present; which has gone on to spark discussion about a return to stability amongst the three kingdoms.
During the invasion of Llael, Mali was amongst the first to fall to Khador but did so without a single bullet being fired or sword being drawn. Locals have it that a single Uhlan simply arrived and handed a missive to the sheriff, informing her that the town was now within Khadorian borders and that nothing would change aside from an influx of northern soldiers as they passed southwards through the rest of Llael. Given that the local Llaese government hadn’t done much for the town, and that Khador was pressing no alterations on their way of life; the townsfolk simply shrugged their shoulders and changed their addresses.