"Servant of Karalis, I will be back, I must speak to the prophet Ericus."
You move your consciousness back to the road to find the robed man kneeling on the ground holding his head. You speak to him, consuming one mana. "Priest of Karalis, it was I that aided you against the bandits. I am Lorimre, God of Darkness, Life, and Force. I have been told the plight of your village. Will you allow me to enlist your aid?"
He sighs. "I know now it could not have been my master. Just now, I felt something from him, a shockwave of divine will, a sort of cosmic scream. Now my blessing has been stripped. If you wish to aid the village, God of Force, I shall aid you however I may. It is the best I may do for my master to aid his brethren."
"Tell me, what is the situation here?"
"This is the village of Kaln, which was formerly Karalis' primary village. His enemy, Marus, has a village to the east-northeast, in the plains beyond the forest, and his main cluster of three cities about two days to the northeast. To the north, you find the Polar Sea. To the west is the large city of Cydrin. To the southwest is the Scorched Plain. To the north-northwest is the Black Swamp. We've heard of elves and dwarves to the south. The road connects us to Marus' settlements, as well as to Cydrin and the city of Sancre Tash, in the desert.
As far as our village goes, we have a current population of 43 people living in large family huts. The village is centered around a clear space containing the temple of Karalis. To the west of the temple lies the village administration building. Between these two is the well. Around this town square are the storage warehouse and general store, the blacksmith, the carpenter, and the craftsman. Outside the main village is the mill, a large barn used to keep our livestock, as well as store materials, and three fields used for farming. A road leads west out of the village, linking up with the main road. The village is under a curse of drought by Marus. The only source of water is his temple, which lies in a small clearing east of the village. I suspect the curse is maintained through some sort of conduit artifact, though I do not know what this might be. Marus' spheres are Death, Water, and Cold. What would you have me do, God of Force?
Should I start using text colors to distinguish who is speaking?