[IC] A Stolen Land

[DM Dougfan]

No bandits or creatures or danger of any sort threatens you as you make your way south along the South Rostland Road.  Everything is peaceful up until you reach the fort and begin feeling suspicious somehow.  Every look you give it tells you that it is no more threatening than a pile of lumber and rocks.  Scarf, assisted by Andra, can tell that the damage to the trading post is predominantly of an entropic variety.  Lack of proper maintenance has resulted in rotted wood and crumbling stone.  Nexendia ((because I've been rolling so well for her ))  is able to eliminate magical means as a potential cause.  She also vaguely recognizes the name 'Oleg' from a tale of a former Restovian guardsman who petitioned and was granted clearance to turn an old border fort into a trading outpost.

After Vidar's knocking nearly smashes the gate down, Valdi's voice threatens to finish the job before another male voice calls out in response "We hear you, already!  The whole bloody wilderness just did!"

The gates slowly open...with difficulty, revealing a middle-aged man with weathered features.  He stands aside to allow you to enter, looking uncomfortable as he does so.  Apparently, being forced to take you at your word is not something he appreciates, but there are five of you, you used some sort of magic word or words, and what choice does he honestly have?



"So...you've come from Restov, have you?  What did you do to the Swordlords that they sent you way out here into the boonies?"

At that very moment, a thirty-something-old woman with straw-blonde hair comes out of a building at the northern end of the Trading Post, carrying a large pot of something heated and delicious-smelling.



"Oleg, sweetie, we have visitors.  Let them in already, they must be tired!  Why don't you make yourself useful and help me bring out the food?"

"Yes, dear..."