Darius (the better looking one) coughed.
"As my associate Telvin was just saying, establishing a centre of magic is probably the more obvious thing to do. Right now, we're sitting on a pile of sheep, peasants and nightsoil as far as the eye can see. What makes this country special is purely our presence. Depressing, isn't it? Now, we could pour all our resources into this magician business, but we're landowners of sorts. Well, unless we're all willing to give control over to another ruler. Could get a pretty penny that way and focus on building up an academy...perhaps somewhere sunnier with restaurants. Just because the Master was a lonely old bastard who liked keeping the company of peasants doesn't mean we have to."
"But I believe most of us actually want this land. In which case, we have work to do. As I previously mentioned, I don't like the idea of divvying up this land. Turning one big shit-stain into five smaller shit-stains doesn't help us much. Instead, we ought formalise our relationship with the village elders and headsmen of the various hamlets and villages and the town below. Give them fancy titles with rights and responsibilities. Namely, we promise to consult them on relevant plans and policies that impact their local areas, protect them from outside threats, grant title holders the right to court mediation and mediate between issues between titleholders within the Magelands. In return, they will offer a customary 35% of all gross production of their local areas, house/feed central government officials assigned to their local areas, and supply levies in times of war."
"Furthemore, the plan Telvin and I have written stipulates the creation of a parle deu merits, as more refined folks call it. It would be a 50-person body of appointed officials taken from throughout the country. Each member would represent their local area and be appointed by however each area wishes to select their representative. These persons will be brought to the capital, housed as central government officials and given a fancy title. Their duty will be to advise us on issues that come up and suggest courses of action."
"To help facilitate movement of news, suggestions, accounts and government communications, I also propose a basic postal line along the width of the country. Now, a formal road with regular post stops would take a great deal of infrastructure and resources...which is where the golems and blood magic come in! If someone can create some golems to stand guard over a few camps and cook basic meals, and someone can pump a few horses and couriers with enough hyper-endurance blood, we should be able to make do without significant investments. Until a later point, anyway. Now, the downside to this 'cheap' method is that it'll be only a rudimentary courier line...but a rudimentary line is far better than no line."
"Finally, there is a proposal in the plan to move our operations to Wrath or Cold Harbor. Quite simply, this place is shit. There's nothing here now that the Master is gone. As powerful as he was, he didn't leave much after him. A few doped-up fools with power and a tower...that exists. We can better keep an eye on either city with our direct presence, rather than relying on irregular missives or rumours from either city. I never understood the wizard obsession with towers myself."