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Veganshi. A city filled with the glories of the hunt. Those who seek out aquatic prey need only go out to the river that borders the town and collect it by the net fulls. And others who want the glory of tracking down the most mighty of beasts in the local area have The Great Spine to the south. A monstrous collection of earth that shot up in the skies well before even the first great dragon flew in them according to legends. It was there that you could find everything from terrifying manticores to the quaint little gnomes that made their home among the stones. Dina looked up at the great peaks with a sigh as he fixed his headband and continued walking in the market place.

It was loud. That was the only adjective that fit the area in his eyes. The people however fit many different categories. Poor. Sick. Depraved. Lost. Hungry. All of these things and more it seemed. The empire of Yid had seemingly taken away almost all the supplies that the city needed to survive, forcing more and more hunts to start up. It was causing more men to come home broken than any war could have. However, at least those that were broken were better off than those who had died in the ventures. At some point soon the city would have to travel past The Great Spine and visit the dwarven city of Kikope and pray that they would show pity and provide supplies. Though it was very unlikely. Three months of messengers going in that direction had only turned up either lost or returned with blood covering the messages and escorts.

Yid soldiers lined up the market place and seemed to be keeping their eyes open for any robbers or thieves. There had been a large amount of crime recently to try and make due with what little the city had to offer in supplies. Even fire wood seemed to be worth its wait in gold and phoenix feathers. With no real forests nearby the city had nearly lost all ways of heating their homes, and with winter coming soon it was no doubt going to be a harsh one. Dina had to swiftly side step many hagglers and beggars that were trying to swindle the price down, only to have Yid appointed merchants turn them away.

The empire's influence could be felt all around. Even after stepping out of the market place and into the town plaza, posters and banners lined the buildings, including the town's inn. They all read the same thing, just with a different amount of words. “Praise the Goddess! Fight for Vikash!” Dina walked up to one small one that had the painting of a beautiful woman, covered in light that seemed to reflect off of her even in parchment form. He quickly ripped the poster off the wall and stuffed it in his pocket. He had little patience for a false deity, especially one that he knew was a puppet in the end.

She did nothing, this so-called goddess. She could stop her disgusting husband from murdering thousands a day and killing off thousands more through his hoarding of the supply lines across the country. Instead she sits in her precious castle no doubt and pretends to pray for the unfortunate. How little prayer had done for him when he wished those who were stolen from him could return. No...prayer cannot bring back the dead.

Nor forgive those who make them so.

Dina looked around the town square for a place that would fit his needs as a base of operations for the time being. He needed to start up a more organized rebellion to face the empire. There had been guerilla groups all across the continent but never a truly fleshed out and focused group that had the strength to take over the land. That was what Panitil needed. A new regime change entirely. The tyranny that had taken over had become to much to accept at this point. They had to be removed permanently.

The inn was a no go. It was too obvious a spot and no doubt under the watch of the Yid soldiers. Almost every city at this point that Yid controlled was under curfews and treated almost like camps for prisoners. A war camp where at least you had your own bed and clothing. At least the empire was kind enough to give everyone that luxury. The town square seemed like a good idea, but it would draw attention too quickly. No doubt this would take time. He needed a place in the city but hidden well enough that he could avoid detection. 

As he thought Dina looked up to see a Yid soldier, his black armor shining off the sun's rays and his stoic face staring at him. It was clear he was already getting attention. Then again, with a sword on his back this obvious it was no doubt he would. Dina secretly thanked that there was such a large hunting community here otherwise he may have already been arrested. He began walking away from the inn and started his scouting adventure again, this time on the move. The least suspicious he looked the better, stopping ever so often to look at signs along the road or small stands set up by locals, trying to earn a quick coin compared to the prices of the Yid merchants.

Free range economy. Truly the best way to make it during martial law.