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After having returned to the fort to inform Norton of his departure, Mr Chaudair and his guards mount up. He smiles at Furiel with his question. "Do you know much about the process of creating works of art? The artist has a vision in mind before he begins. He works his materials with great focus to give form to that vision. Then there is a moment when the work itself develops its own voice... a sensitive artist appreciates that moment, and can hear that voice. That is the moment when the beauty begins, the dance between hand of the artist and the voice of the work. A thriving kingdom is a work of art in progress which hopes to never end."

"I wish you much luck... in the name of the Lord Mayor, and myself." And with one last look at the approaching wagons, he urges his mount to the trail back to Restov.


Mr Chaudair seems to be pleased with your company, and welcomes the conversation. He states his feelings regarding your current activity... "To me, fishing is a way to connect with the land. A way to say 'I am here nature, and appreciate what you provide us' without requiring a great deal of moving about."

And later, as Green contemplates his past and possibilities of the future he says, "Your home should be where you surround yourself with what is important to you... "echoes of what passions lie inside your heart, and mirrors to the best parts of your soul" as my employer the Lord Mayor says." He stands and starts to pack up, when Ta'de-win notices three distant wagons on the horizon. They appear to be wrapping around the south edge of the lake toward you... several miles away yet.

"I should not linger here. Our public coordination should be minimal to avoid accusations of nefarious collusion. I will say my farewells inside and be off."


"It appears the levels of serenity and activity vary from person to person." Mr Chaudair remarks after Ta'de-win and Green pull in six and five fish respectively... to his one.
It is a crisp and clear morning. You can just barely make out the far side of the lake; a thin line of land on the horizon. The surface of the water is just a few slight ripples short of still. The lake is filled primarily with three types of fish.

Kn(nature DC10) or other reason to know fish:

Yellow Percy
White Percy
Silversheen Trout

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Ta'de-win:

on the far side of the lake, you see a few grey structures which are little more than dots from here. Then along the horizon, you notice barely moving, tinier dots moving (counterclockwise) along the edge of the lake... easily a few miles away. Based on previous experiences of spotting faraway things with others, you don't expect anyone else to be able to see them yet.


anyone going fishing please roll perception! (and a survival roll to catch fish)

"I come equipped with plenty of rods and tackle, I welcome any and all company." He nods to mark the end of the meeting, then sends his guard off to prepare his horse.


Mr Chaudair takes a step back "I feel I have overwhelmed you. Perhaps a bit of light conversation over breakfast? Or... as I was well aware of your proximity to the lake, I did take preparatory measures. I do hope you find it not too familiar in my asking... but you see I have always been quite fond of fishing."

Woo! my 4,000th post... and its about fishing!


"It is our understanding that this settlement began as a camp of non-combatants.. commoners who had been won over by Sal'dor, and devote themselves to providing a cozy retreat for their outlaw benefactor.
The Bloodband have been known to raid in forces of ten to fifteen. The first message from our man inside stated the Stag Lord had just sent men over as a permanent force... a half-dozen men. He had heard only mentions of a few mercenary groups sending word of their conditions and counteroffers of payment.
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"As to where Sal'dor went... I cannot say. Most of his targets for plundering are in southeast Brevoy... north of their camp."

He unscrolls a rough line-drawn map, and points to a spot before sliding his finger east and a tiny bit south. "Here is Oleg's... and here is the settlement." It is just south of the very northeast corner of your territory.


Mr Chaudair answers Furiel..."I think that is still a wise decision. It was decided this matter required your immediate attention, though we do not expect immediate action on your part. Take the time to see to the things which must be done to begin the building of your nation. But yes... I can give you the location of the Bloodband settlement."

He then nods to Green. "I would say that is an accurate parsing of the complex situation."

...and then back to Norton. "That would fit what little we know. It is good to see you already have wise counsel behind you, Ser Ambrosi. There may be someone acting in his name. The second of three messages from our eyes and ears inside mentioned Sal'dor and his closest ring had been away for some time... A man named Dovan had taken charge. The only other information in this message stated Dovan often gave out orders supposedly passed on or previously signed by Sal'dor. The most recent message contained no update... only of the fall of the Stag Lord, as I mentioned. Obviously there are eyes on you, as well."


He then turns back to Merick "This is where you come in. Sal'dor has always made certain to ingratiate himself to his people, and commoners in general. He is popular with the lower class. I believe with a common Rostlander here as part of the operation... we can lessen whatever favor we might lose in eliminating Sal'dor. However ridiculous that may sound... Now that he has stated his intention of building an army, it is imperative something be done in the months ahead."


"As you know, Restov is within Brevoy's borders, but largely operates independently. As of late, the relationship between our Lord Mayor and the Dragonscale Throne of Brevoy has soured. Recently, a request to expand the borders of Restov was denied... the city is already suffering the effects of overpopulation. We do not ask anything other more to count on you as an ally who will one day be a future power. Our alliance with you will bring weight to our words to the Dragonscale Throne, and a safe border to our south." After a quick glance at the seating available, Mr Chaudair opts to stand. He strikes a pose leaning impressively on the appropriately leveled butcher-block table.

"The reason for my immediate arrival is another matter. There is a man who has been a thorn in Brevoy's side for quite some time. An escaped criminal named Sal'dor and his little army he calls the "Bloodband". They raid and plunder the estates of minor nobles... the name comes from the wide red stripe they paint on their looted shields and armor - over the crests of the defeated militias and house guards."

"In the past, they lived as nomads... which caused organized assaults into lands beyond Brevoy's borders to be deemed "wastes of time and resources". In the past few months, a permanent settlement has come up... allowing us to get eyes and ears inside. It was our man inside who told us of the fall of the Stag Lord. His messages are usually more detailed, but all we received was "Stag Lord is down""

"The Lord Mayor wishes to see this menace in your lands dealt with, as a gesture of good faith toward our prosperous futures... also as a sign of our intentions to work toward a better relationship by dealing with an unreachable itch for the Regent of the Throne."


"This is where the sensitive matters begin. If you would be so kind as to excuse us... " Mr Chaudair motions for all but the charter holders to leave. He stops at Merick. "I personally vetted Miss Morell, and I value her opinion of your character. If you do pledge your loyalty to this new nation, I will accept that as an oath not to divulge what is said here now. Naturally, what role you play in its formative years and beyond is up to your present company."


"The Lord Mayor met with you, did he not? Do you think he has private meetings to ascertain cartographers' leanings in morality often? The plan was already in place. In the next few days, laborers loaded with supplies will begin arriving at Oleg's. If you choose to not return to the trading post in the near future, I would be happy to pass on your orders for construction. I expect to be done with matters here well in time to take my leave by noon."
"Next order of business... Upon meeting Miss Morell en route - and after not an insignificant amount of banter, she gave me this. Considering the nature of my business, I thought it best to hand such matters directly to those about to be the new sovereign leaders."

He hands over Alice's charter, with an attached note.

Alice's note:

In my time with the people of Rostland, I came to know this young man Merick. He is loved by his people... strong, loyal, and good-hearted. When we raided the lumbermill, and cleared the vile bandits within, Merick saved the lives of two others... and me of a nasty scar. His fellow Rostlanders refer to him as Merick the Defender.
He is far more fit for this than I, and I know he hungers for greater things. Please accept this as a transfer of charter.


"In the name of Lord Mayor Ioseph Sellemius, I would like to congratulate you on your accomplishment. With the fall of the menace who so recently used this fort as the center of a vile network of cold-hearted criminals... I would like the announce the end of Restov's involvement in this venture. You are no longer under our employ, and we hope this severance package will suffice." He motions to the guards, and they set the two chests, and portfolios on the butcher block table.

One of the guards hands a parchment to Green, Furiel, Ta'de-win, and Norton, then hands the last back to Mr Chaudair when Rogar is found not to be present.

the parchment reads:

"Be it so known that the bearers of this charter, having delivered the northern reaches of the Greenbelt from the scourge of banditry, having striven to provide detailed maps of the lay of the land and cull hostile monsters and indigenous hazards, are hereby granted the right to rule. The nature and laws of rule are theirs to define, and the well-being of this new nation is theirs to protect. In accordance for providing a stable nation to the south of central Rostland, let there be a generous stipend of funds, support, and advice provided to this fledgling nation by any nation or house as intended by Restov and Brevoy as tokens of goodwill. With this comes a hope for future relations which are beneficial to both kingdoms. "

So witnessed under the watchful eye of the Lordship of Restov and by the authority granted by Lord Noleski Surtova, current Regent of the Dragonscale Throne.

He then opens the two chests. They are filled with neat stacks of gold coins.


Mr Chaudair's guards accompany him; carrying a chest and several mundane looking leather portfolios and courier tubes... He tosses his riding gloves onto one of the guard's loads, then begins donning a dressier cloth pair. After a few moments of looking about, Mr Chaudair speaks as if someone should be taking dictation. He takes note of the oddly built fort.
"From what I see so far, the lower portion of the entire keep and palisade appears to have been constructed by master craftsman. Who were subsequently chased off and replaced by monkeys."

He nods dismissively to Merick after Green's invitation...

"We may have a few words in private later, but for now... I do not object. We will simply focus on the non-sensitive, more common issues first."


Mr Chaudair cuts him off. "Very nice introduction, thank you.... Good morning to you all." He begins removing his riding gloves, and slides from his saddle. "It would seem congratulations are in order. Shall we head inside?"


"That's ChoDAIR, Smedley, ChoDAIR" Mr Chodair turns back to the group when Sorcerer speaks "Hmm? " He waits for Rogar to finish reading.
"Now. Smedley will take you to Oleg's. He is taking supplies there, but has some room on his wagon, I believe."
To which Smedley nods, then looks and quickly flings what looks like a mostly eaten turkey leg off of the passenger side.
Mr Chodair then indicates a second wagon with two horses "This will be yours to use. If there is anything else you need, I hope this will cover it." He hands Rogar a coin bag with 30 gold, and then backs away into a butler-esque pose while you prepare.


"I would assume that it would be your decision. The Lord Mayor will be sending a retinue of soldiers to help fortify your initial staging area, Oleg's Trading Post. Tell Oleg the troops should arrive in about a week with additional supplies. At that point, we should be able to keep lines of communication open." Mr Cordair opens the front door, walks outside and holds the door for you.


Mr Cordair stops in the foyer "Oh I suppose you would like a chance to look at the charter..."

Be it so known that the bearer of this charter has been charged by the Swordlords of Restov, acting upon the greater good of the Dragonscale Throne, has granted the right of exploration and travel within the wilderness region known as the Greenbelt. Exploration should be limited to an area no further than thirty-six miles east and west and sixty miles south of Oleg's Trading Post. The carrier of this charter should also strive against banditry and other unlawful behavior to be encountered. The punishment for unrepentent banditry remains, as always, execution by sword or rope.

--So witnessed on this 24th day of Talistril, under watchful eye of the Lordship of Restov and authority granted by Lord Noleski Surtova, current Regent of the Dragonscale Throne.