A Land of Our Own
Be it so known that the bearer of this charter has been charged by the Swordlords of Restov, acting upon the greater good and authority vested within them by the office of the Regent 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 unrepentant banditry remains, as always, execution by sword or rope. So witnessed on this 24th day of Calistril, under watchful eye of the Lordship of Restov and authority granted by Lord Noleski Surtova, current Regent of the Dragonscale Throne.
The charter had been handed over several days ago along with a small purse of gold and a loaded backpack for each of the brave individuals who were set to explore the Greenbelt together. With a few words of encouragement to help them on their way the small group travelled slowly south-and-east along the only road they were likely to see for a long time... Fair weather, warm nights around a campfire, shared stories and awful food helped to break the ice for those who did not know one another. As names were exchanged, histories told and jokes laughed at, the wooden walls of Oleg’s Trading Post came into view. Friendships had begun to form and were soon to be tested in the twin furnaces of adventure and battle!
