[b]D) Improve Culture[/b]

The sun rose over the village and the crows came to roost in the new orange orchard, overnight one of the old men of the community passed away, succumbing to old age and dying surrounded by family. Death was a sad occasion, everyone knew it was but for some manner of mass amnesia, no one knew what to do with the dead body, so they turned to Voltus for an answer. 

Voltus was asleep in his tent, having only just returned from a patrol, when he heard the breeze outside as his tent flap opened. Sitting up, he saw one of his subjects with a fan of hair on his head give a small bow before speaking, "My liege, your advice is needed in matter of importance?"

"What kind of matter?" asked Voltus, as he rose from his bedding and put on his fur kilt, then dropping down to his wife to cheek. 

"One of the elderly has died." Voltus turned to the man, and looked him in the eyes, he was telling the truth. Voltus followed him out of the tent and secured the flap, walking by his side as they approached another dwelling. A handful of people, a dozen perhaps, were crowded around the enterance to a wooden structure, dome in shape with a hole at a front to enter. The crowd cleared him a path as he entered the dwelling, it stepped down about a cubit and a half into the earth, giving comfortable head room and there was a hole in the middle for smoke to rise from the fire pit in the middle. 

At the far side, a quiet group of mourners were huddled around the lifeless form of an old man, Voltus approached and one of them looked up at him, she was a woman, about 27, and she had a disheveled look about her. Voltus kneeled beside the body and mumbled, "God have mercy." before turning to the woman.

"You called for me, my lady?" he asked softly, resting a hand on her shoulder. 

"What am I to do with the body?" she asked, holding back shaky breaths, "I can't keep it in the house." Voltus nodded and called for two men to come down.

"Listen you two, I will ask of you a favor. Take the body upstairs and wrap it in a white cloth, get one of the holy men to pray over it and then bury it far from the village." 

"My liege, you're the only holy man in the village.." Voltus snapped his head to glare at the two men.

"You mean there are no other men who believe in God?!" Voltus was about to rise and throw the two out when they raised their arms in submission.

"It's not that!" said one of them, "It's just that all the men who know a great deal about faith are old and can't really come out to pray over the body." Voltus thought for a moment, then he spoke. 

"Go do as I asked, take the body to one of the old men, but when this is done, gather the village because I must have a word with them." 

Soon after noon, the body was buried and the town, as was instructed, was gather outside of Voltus' tent. He emerged from the tent and stood in front of his people, "Today we have lost a member of our society and today I have received a revelation. How many of you know the proper way to pray?" only a handful raised their hands and Voltus felt a spike of fury go through his heart but he bit back his anger, "How many of you know of the history of our faith?" again, the same few raised their hands, they must have lived with elderly people, as it seemed no one else knew, "Then I must rectify this to save your souls from eternal hellfire!" at the mention of Hell a wave of fright passed through the croud, "Send your children to the wise old men and make them learn, when they return home, ask them what they have learnt and learn from them. I decree it, so it will be done!"


Outcome: Religous Revival and Education