Fort Riverside #1

Alexander stood looking out of his window, his gaze scanning the horizon from east to west. The fires of war still burnt, the scars of the wizards magics littering the view.

The years had been hard. Food was scarce and more people arrived at the shanty town just over the river everyday. Technically that town was not part of his concern, but Riverside was the last Fort Town still standing, and as far as he knew he was the last Patriarch still alive. That being the case everything this side of the mountain border was now his burden. It was a burden that needed to be shared.

Alexander was not a warrior, was not a paladin and in no way was he a leader. He was, for all intents and purposes, an accountant. His job had to been to keep tallies on the income from the people of the fort and those the fort protected and to ensure that that income covered the expenses of the fort. Income came in many forms, but the two basics were food and metal. Money was a relatively new invention, and with Riverside being the last fort standing, and was now relatively worthless. Keeping people fed he was good at; keeping their morale up and planning a strategic defence he was not.Read More »