Post by Trent Kaliba on Sept 11, 2017 6:00:43 GMT -8
The snow storm was unseasonable. Early. It could have dire portents for the North. Trent Kaliba held an emergency meeting at the first flake, his divination making something as simple as weather patterns remarkably easy to forecast.
Snow would have effects on trade and thus, on food. The metropolis was a city created for ideal conditions- conditions maintained through work, logistics, and magic. Feeding the people was a titanic undertaking for the markets, and for the regular shipments of staples. Snow could damage crops to no small degree in the territories, and expansion to the West and South had made them vulnerable to such complications.
Foreseeing a blizzard of size this early, perhaps difficulties could be minimized. The emergency meeting was with many of the overseers of the city’s wards and districts. They’d start shoveling crews, and mobilize neophytes of the Magistrum to aid in keeping streets clear enough for deliveries. Meanwhile they’d send wagons to aid farms in early harvest for what they could and to attempt to cover what they couldn’t.
The second and fifth legion would be mobilized to establish waypoints on the roads leading to the city, for security and for aid of any poor wretch caught in the storm. Hippogriffs and other aerial beasts would be stabled for now, as the snow storm would threaten the resource of beast and rider.
The poorer families would be without oil, without coal, without firewood- the shovel crews would distribute such supplies with the aid of volunteers- and enough guard to discourage looters or rogues.
The response was surgical, precise, and predictable. Even if the storm was not. But the crisis wouldn’t be the storm- but after.
Few solutions readily presented themselves.
Snow would have effects on trade and thus, on food. The metropolis was a city created for ideal conditions- conditions maintained through work, logistics, and magic. Feeding the people was a titanic undertaking for the markets, and for the regular shipments of staples. Snow could damage crops to no small degree in the territories, and expansion to the West and South had made them vulnerable to such complications.
Foreseeing a blizzard of size this early, perhaps difficulties could be minimized. The emergency meeting was with many of the overseers of the city’s wards and districts. They’d start shoveling crews, and mobilize neophytes of the Magistrum to aid in keeping streets clear enough for deliveries. Meanwhile they’d send wagons to aid farms in early harvest for what they could and to attempt to cover what they couldn’t.
The second and fifth legion would be mobilized to establish waypoints on the roads leading to the city, for security and for aid of any poor wretch caught in the storm. Hippogriffs and other aerial beasts would be stabled for now, as the snow storm would threaten the resource of beast and rider.
The poorer families would be without oil, without coal, without firewood- the shovel crews would distribute such supplies with the aid of volunteers- and enough guard to discourage looters or rogues.
The response was surgical, precise, and predictable. Even if the storm was not. But the crisis wouldn’t be the storm- but after.
Few solutions readily presented themselves.
