March, Year 1You were used to build your own home, you thought for a moment. However, you noticed that it was the start of growing season, and while there are no large scale farms, you decide to rent out your horse for the fields, in return for lodging, some food, and help on your own shack. Within a month you have already finished a wooden hut, while not better than anyone else's, but you decided that it would do for the moment.
In your spare time, you tried to tour the land, but with your horse exhausted after her daily workout, you decide to do it on foot. The terrain is pretty much similar on both sides of the river and the road, which is dominated by waterlogged marshes, and dotted by a few uplands which apparently is good enough for wood to grow on. One of them, in the middle of the river, seemed to be large enough for a castle, but you found it uninhabited.
Meanwhile, while you have never ventured too far from the road or the river, as the place is unmarked, you are pretty sure that you have visited most of your subjects within half a day's walk. You were told that your fief is much larger than that but you couldn't get any sense out of your deed.
Within a month, you have gathered a great deal of information of the area. Unlike most of the country which feeds on wheat, the only stable crop this part of land would reliably grow is a kind of tuber, and even then it would be only barely enough to feed everyone, and is supplanted by berry and vegetable cultivation. There is also some fishing and hunting, and while you heard of a few pelt-producing animals, it is not very promising for the moment and moreover it is soon off-season.
You also asked about the road, and about the areas further from the road. The roads, as told by an elderly man, leads towards the seaside port city of Consenato - which is ruled by another Marquess, and is about at least a week's walk. This road had its prosperous times but lack of maintenance means most traffic has now diverted from the area. Meanwhile, you heard that there are very different people as you ventured from the road, but he did not provide any details.
How will you go on from here, Baron Dominic Soan?Amedeo, Duke of Prainia - Cordial
Count Mario of Daleston - Liege of Amedeo, Lord of Dominic, Unknown
Simone, Scribe of Amedeo
Augusto, Quartermaster of Amedeo
Adequate Farmer
Adequate Slinger
Illiterate
Dabbling Rider
Dabbling Carpenter
Poor Arming Sword
Poor Chain Shirt
Poor Padded Cloth
Poor Horse
Instrument of Appointment
Dominic Soan do not understand Communism(in a Marxist sense), nor his mental faculties is advanced enough to conjure such an idea overnight or over 20 years. He is, after all, no better than anyone in his society in this very regard, and to quote Marx in the German Ideology, "as they operate, produce materially, and hence as they work under definite material limits, presuppositions and conditions independent of their will".