In King Eiza's day, all of the Mayep seemed plagued by trouble after trouble. Everything he tried to do to help the people seemed cursed with confusion, infighting, and failure. He planned the building of a new city to the south, but the land wasn't as easy to work as Gadawa, and laziness or dry weather seemed to be unending issues in the region. To fix it, Eiza offered many incentives to the warriors and warleaders, offering land to work for a short term of duty... only, the settlers already there became furious when the warriors pushing them to work began claiming the best lands, causing unrest and conflict.
The troubles only grew from there, as flooding ruined the early crops for the new city at Dalwa, or beasts would take the pastured animals from under their shepherds' noses. Reports and requests poured from Anye, begging for more and more aid from Gadawa and the central granaries as manpower shortages seemed to constantly set back Hiaga's progress with the boats and new stone quarry. Strained to the limit, the meager stores of food in Maye's granary and the farms of Gadawa eventually broke under the crushing force of a brutal heatwave one summer.
The granaries slowly emptied, herds were culled to the smallest necessary numbers of breeding stock, and about the only good thing to come from it all was a timely development of incredible new fishing tools, nets dozens of armspans long made at the behest of Hiaga, that could pull bounties from the sea and river large enough to keep thousands of peasants from simply shriveling away, or storming what was left of the grain stores.
And then it happened the next year. And the next. And the next. At first, people hadn't worried so much. The sudden influx of fish at Anye and Maye covered for Gadawa's failings, and the heat was not unbearable with the river so close. By the third consecutive year, the river level had dropped somewhat, and fish were migrating elsewhere, though Anye still had a bounty. By the fifth year of scorching heat, as many people had died simply from sweating their life out as had died from starvation or illness. By the sixth, fear had set in and become pervasive, fingers began to point...
And the Oracle of Gadawa made for an easy target. Desperate men and women pressed in towards the Gadawa temple, guarded by the king's men and his youngest grandson. They screamed and wailed, and at their head was a growing number of sages from the other temples, touting a new Oracle of their own. The grandson and commander had thus far been able to cool their tempers, but on the second month of rising tension, the spirits-damned Oracle had stepped into the public despite all insistence otherwise, and had been thoroughly embarrassed by the usurping child in a battle of words, undoing all of his hard work. His grandfather, the King, had sent more men to keep things from escalating, and it seemed to work.
Until the Second Words. The Usurper had stepped forward and claimed the Oracle had offered herself up to bad spirits, and in doing so offered up the whole of the people to their machinations as well. Further, she said that the Heir had also been corrupted, and that by the voices of her sages she had seen the commander of the local forces at Gadawa, the Youngest Son of the Youngest Son of the King, chosen by the first Oracle, was a pure, virtuous choice for the new Heir. Almost immediately the angry populace had stopped their rebellion and pledged support for Selja of Maye, who was commander of the local garrison, which put him in a very awkward position, especially when word came down from the capital that his grandfather and uncle, the Heir, were not happy with this turn of events, even as more and more of their local sages threw in their support for the Usurper's faction, pulling a lot of people with them.
His position became even more precarious when the Oracle retorted with a threat to make the drought last a hundred years unless the Usurper was beheaded and her entrails spilled across the floor of the temple. Her threat had the opposite effect of her intention, and even Selja's own men begged him to usurp the old Oracle and storm the temple, echoing the sages' words that her threat implicated her in causing the Mayep's troubles to begin with.
Faced with many pressing voices and dwindling options, Selja chooses to:
[] Storm the Temple, raise the Usurper, and kill the Cursed Oracle.
[] Outwardly obey the wishes of the king and keep the peace, but put pressure on the Gadawa Faction to fold in debates.
[] Obey his grandfather's wishes, and try to keep the peace. Let things sort themselves out in the debates between the temple factions.
[] Obey his grandfather's wishes and keep the peace, but put pressure on the Usurper Faction to fold in debates.
[] Crack down on the Usurper, and follow the Oracle's guidance.
AN: Well. That's an interesting turn of events.