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Two months ago, the conscript of charter was sent to the far reaches of Brevoy in search of adventurers to tame the Stolen Lands to the south. Now, after two days of uneventful travel along an interminably boring plains road, a weary party has spotted a small palisade just a few hundred yards away. At last it seems they have arrived in the Greenbelt, a particularly lush area of the Stolen Lands, and home to the Narlmarches and Kamelands further to the south.

Rumors of what live in these untamed lands have made their way to this party's ears: Bandit groups unionized under the leadership of someone known only as the Stag Lord, infestations of sniveling mites and their insect mounts, and an increasingly aggressive tribe of kobolds, to name a few. The monsters of the greenbelt certainly don't end there, but as to what else lies in wait... the rumors thin to speculation.

The party has also heard rumors of three other groups on similar tasks: to the west, an experienced party challenging the rule of the bandit kingdom of Pitax in the Glenebon Uplands; a band of mercenaries exploring the low mountains of Nomen Heights to the east, near the ruined realm of Iobaria; and to the northwest, the swordlords supposedly sent a group of government agents into the swampy Hooktongue Slough, if such a rumor can be believed.

It is morning, and the dirt on the road seems a little softer underfoot now that the end of this trek is in view.
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The dull metallic rattle of the chain over Rosie's shoulder gave a rhythm to the party's footsteps. She was no stranger to overland travel. While there was little to look out for in the relatively flat land around them, her thoughts kept her occupied. Somehow, the act of venturing into the river kingdoms with a group of gormless meat heads felt like a step backwards. Hell, one of them shared her profession -- Rosie hardly bought Odin's born-again religious attitude for a second.

At least she had a goal this time. The first real test would start shortly. She could feel it.

Rosie leant to one side to speak up at the one leading the way. "About damn time. I thought for a while you were heading us to Galt."
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Gascon has been silent almost the whole trip, aside from speaking when necessary; however, pondering the group's next move he asked, "How do we plan to tame these lands?" Waiting for a response Gascon trailed behind the group a slight bit, watching carefully for potential dangers. Brigands or beasts could attack any time, and Gascon must be ready, not for his own sake, but Gorum's. Gascon came here for the lord in iron anyway, and must decorate his blade in the blood of any enemies he encounters.
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Silence shrouded Kesal's person as he leaned to the side to look past the others, cocking his head upwards for a moment as his eyes caught sight of the palisade. A barely restrained sigh escaped from his lips as he continued to follow the group, his spirits a little bit higher with the revelation that they were approaching something even a hint of civilization. The trip thus far had been incredibly boring, but it would be all worth it soon. The thought of taming a grand and vast frontier such as this... nothing could deter him from taking the journey. For a moment, he quietly wondered why the others had been brought here. They had talked some during the two nights they had all spent together, giving Kesal a vague idea of what to expect from the group, but he was still wondering the full purpose of the trip for everyone. For him, it was the idea of creating a name for himself, proving his worth to his family.

Of course, these grand ambitions of his would have to wait until they had gained a foothold in this unknown land. It was important to live in the present, and keep a vigilant eye for any threats that might be present in the untamed wilderness.

"To truly tame and entirely conquer these lands is an impossible notion. Enemies and obstructions shall always be present, undoubtedly to pursue the goals similar to ours. Instead, we need to wrest control from the forces that have already claimed it currently, and as for how we will do that, it is simple: we eradicate each threat to our domain in order - one at a time."
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Rosie readjusted her backpack and straightened up. "Hmph. One at a time ain't gonna cut it, doc," she said with her back to Kesal. "Don't you all get blind-sided by the idea that this place is yours already. That Stag Lord fella might be using his name to compensate for his prick, but no one gets to be in charge for long if any jumped up band of grumps with swords tries to kill everyone."

She blew a single laugh. "Unless one of you got some kind of big play up your sleeves."
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Odin grumbled to himself as he overheard the group's musings, either out of annoyance or to repeat his own thoughts to himself. Trailing behind the party, the frontiersman had elected to stay at the rear in order to ensure everyone else's safety. It was a proper place for him to be, as well, given that he wasn't the type of person to talk too much. In the past, Odin would have been one of the loudest of his allies, but times have since changed. Gone were the days of him aimlessly looting whoever stepped on his patch of grass with other ne'er-do-wells, men he once considered brothers. Instead, Odin was cursed to wander alone for a time, with a new path ahead of him, and with a new purpose in mind. Peeking ahead at the crude fencing which marked their entrance into the Greenbelt, Odin had decided to finally speak up for once.

"Almost there... keep your eyes and ears open," the ranger remarked, catching up a bit more to the rest of the group, "just 'cause we see some gating doesn't mean we should expect some hospitality. The Riverfolk aren't known for their generosity. Once we pass that border, we'll be heading into untamed territory. Let's stick more closely together and watch each other's backs."

Whether it was for fame, wealth, or perhaps an escape, everyone in the party had their own reason to venture forth into these lawless lands, and Odin was no exception. With Erastil's guidance, Odin had hoped that he would be able to guide and protect his allies as they establish themselves within the Stolen Lands. To traverse into such wild lands without some sort of guidance would be a fool's errand, and Odin was no stranger to that fact. Instead, the ranger had hoped that his adherents to the Old Ways would prove well to protect his allies in whatever ambitions they wished to seek out.
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Arriving at the palisade, you read a sign above the entrance carved and painted with careful lettering: “Oleg’s Trading Post”. Even before passing through the archway, the smell of freshly baked bread reaches your nostrils and tempts you in. It certainly smells more appetizing than the dull rations you ate this morning. And last night. And last afternoon, and morning, and the night before that…

The entrance to the trading post opens up to a small market, currently devoid of life. The scent of manure emanates from the long building to your left, mixing uncomfortably with the lingering bready fragrance. Judging by the size of the door here, and the smell, this building is presumably a stable. Two smaller buildings stand on the far end of the market and to your right, while in the far right corner is what must be Oleg’s home. A human man is busy at work on the roof of the stable and doesn’t seem to notice you. A human woman, however, is coming out of the doorway to Oleg’s home and swiftly approaching

“Hello and welcome!” she says with a bow, “I can’t say how glad we are you’ve finally arrived.”

The man turns his head at this, finally noticing the arrival of the party. He wipes his brow and begins to climb down the ladder.

“My name is Svetlana,” the woman continues, “and this sweaty goat of a man is my husband, Oleg Leveton.”

Dismounting the ladder, Oleg shoots her a look as he approaches the conversation, then turns and extends a sweaty hand for the party to shake. "As she says, I'm Oleg. I take it you're the reinforcements we requested?"
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