This entire sanctuary is doomed.
The regime is crumbling. The play for power by its mages and elements of its military has been altogether sloppy, undisciplined, and horribly overplayed. Some idiot or collection of idiots forgot that tyranny succeeds best where the lie of freedom is best preserved. Some idiot also forgot that people will accept tyranny so long as it maintains basic order and protects them.
From the accounts I've heard, the previous Sheriff managed to maintain the discipline of his fighting force. His replacement by a glorified clerk and a politician who hide in their offices while their subordinates beat up random civilians seems to have had a debilitating influence on morale and discipline. This has been greatly exacerbated by recent conscription. In quick order, what I have heard was once a fighting force has become little better than a collection of undisciplined petty thugs in uniforms totally unprepared to meet the monumental threats which now face them.
Not that the regime is altogether focused on the threats that face it in the first place. It seems not to understand that it is the existential threat provided by the external enemies which most threatens its fragile relationship with the public and offers the most opportunities to win the public's affections, not the rebels. The people will willingly and cheerfully accept their masters so long as they believe they are being protected in return.
No, instead the regime is obsessively focused on crushing a rebellion they could afford to to turn the public itself against were they simply doing more about the external problem. There are those in the regime who seemed to at least understand that this was the right message, but I've seen perilously little follow-through. At times like these, mere words ring hollow when every day further demonstrates the growing impotence of the regime.
Impotent, openly tyrrannical, and beset with armed opposition, this regime is so weak that it cannot hope to long stand without a serious righting of the state. And with the external pressures being what they are, the fall of this regime will likely be accompanied by a fall of the entire city.
What is fascinating to me is how anyone watching Simms' speech yesterday could mistake it for being a demonstration that Simms is somehow still in control. That anyone cannot understand that it was an act of desperation by a desperate man is at once both saddening and amusing. After spending decades in seclusion, he came into public not from choice, but from necessity. A promise of protection against such dire threats is a means by which he can salvage the legitimacy of his crumbling regime. Given the reasons he was compelled to make such an unusual gesture, one must strongly question the sincerity of his promise.
Frankly, I wonder if he looks back at what lead to this turn of events and regrets any decisions he made which lead to it. In gaining control of the state in such a brazenly undisciplined fashion, I wonder if he realizes he probably doomed it.
As for the rebels, they are little better. Simms and his cadre may have been the ones to cause this catastrophe, but it is the rebels who now largely fuel the fire in which all of Sanctuary will burn. They have even recently proclaimed quite openly that they are more willing to let everyone die than to live with this regime. Even if they really believe that (which is insane enough) it is unbelievably stupid to put into the public. The bulk of the people will pick survival every time and they will rightly fear those who think it would be better to commit mass suicide.
And then we come to the Sovereign Host. I was fooled at first into thinking they'd actually struck on the truth and were working at what needed to be done. What an idiot I can be at times. These naive fools have, in the time I have heard of them, done absolutely nothing but hide out and issue an endless string of excessively wordy pronouncements, edicts, charters, and other rubbish. Their place of hiding was also apparently chosen quite strategically. It was as far from Sanctuary and its problems as possible and was amongst a camp of 'perfectly friendly' duergar that these men actually trusted to protect them while they spent their time publishing papers rather than swinging swords.
It should probably be a sign of just how doomed this city is that these men are actually wiser than the alternatives!
Though, in fairness, I have left out another party. Chuckling Bill is, perhaps, the only man with any damn sense left in the city. Well, him and those who've decided to hole up with him (aside from any who might be working with the rebels to kill Watchmen). The open question that remains unanswered is where in the hells they intend to go when (and I suppose I should say if) the city falls. It's not like the drow or the ilithid will fail to find them there. They are going to need to find a new hiding place and they are going to need to find it soon. With the Chosen and the threat of an awakening Appetite being the threat they are, the options are not altogether appealing.
Which leaves me wondering where in the hells -I- am supposed to go in all of this mess. For now, the temple with Chuckling Bill's folks is the obvious place geographically, but that does not answer the larger question. I seem by sheer dumb blind luck to have gotten roped into exploring the machine and the bowels of Dunwarren twice now in two days, so perhaps I should look into doing more of that sort of thing - though I am certainly NOT eager to be risking my neck like this daily. Inevitably, you lose it. I'm really rather attached to my own, though I'm not adverse to losing it for the right reasons.
Huh. More to ponder. I may need to look into more of this. I need to offload some of this junk weighing down my pack anyhow and I think I'm starting to see where some of it needs to go.