Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ‘em

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 Stolen Lands. Many petty human kings have laid claim to these lands, but none have held it. Trolls, giants, goblins and fey have all claimed it as their own, and their reigns have been brutal and short. These lush lands lie between Brevoy and the River Kingdoms, between ancient Iobaria and Numeria. It is the bulwark, the wild gap in the map. It is a land for the brave, the foolish, the great.

It is into these lands you now go, by horse or barge. By your own will or by command, it does not matter. You shall triumph, or you shall die. You will make legend, or you shall be forgotten.

A Serpents Tooth