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Your village, @gall, is on the Northern border of Almayla within the Valan Territory. The village protects an area that shares borders with both the Jalan Republic to the North and the Fey Beyond to the East. When you were first being trained in the Militia there was no alliance with the Jalan Republic. A war raged with the newly discovered Dragonborn. As the War with the Giants had not started. You were a 130 When that happened. Even though an Alliance was signed by the Almayla Empire and the Commonwealth of the Jalan Republic border skirmishes continued for several decades.




It was around the signing of the Alliance that the Goblins began to use this border as a smuggling route through the Forest and into the Jalan Republic . As the local Militia your squad was re-tasked to hunt them down in the forest and eliminated the smugglers capacity to transport good.




It has been 5 years since you started this mission. You feel it is winning but there always seems to be more safe houses. Your skills at tracking these Goblins has become refined to a level almost as good as you got at hunting Dragonborn. Though you still have not quite picked up their dialect yet like you had been taught about the Dragonborn Draconic Language you do understand when they seem to be cursing you and your kin.




It was the last stronghold left along the Jalan border of the Goblins. The plan was to hit them in 3 days time when the Frost Moon Festival was complete and the smugglers should let their guard down, as business would begin to die down for the season. The Royals from the Region’s Capital have shown up for the festival. Some 200th anniversary celebration of taking control of the Costal Pass. If only they knew all the struggles that was still going on, they may think twice about celebrating.




As you went out for your morning patrol the smugglers pass seemed oddly quiet. It seemed to make sense with the festival in full swing but with all the conflict that had gone on leading up to this final push the silence was unnerving. Well as good a time as any to grab some late season berries and nuts before they are all gone.




As you begin to think about how much the vendor's intown must be charging all the local nobles for this food that is just lying around the forest floor you spot the glitter of a fine white and green dress in the distance through the trees. The figure's hair is long and flowing. From this alone you know she has to be one of the nobles. They always think it is a big thing to wander off into the forest and tell tales of the strange creatures that live in the forest.




It dawns on you, I should teach this one lesson, a good scare should keep her and others out of my hair. As you get closer however you see she turns and you notice that this is not just a noble but the Royal Family’s youngest daughter, Princess Alea Naefer. You stop and just for a moment, ease and take in how beautiful she is.

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Trisela 
 
She found you as you left the magic shop. Marvin's Miracle, is well interesting and Resha was such a character. He was able to tell you that the cloak was a Robe of Useful Items. A nudge hits your shoulder as you step through a shadow. As you look there is no one there but a low voice comes, “we have had our eye on you. Meet me at the Sly Tankered  in the Lower East End .” You spin and no one is there, only the fading whisper, “it will be worth your time Remus of Gallwell .”
An uneasiness comes over you as you start to search your brain. How does she know your hometown and all the way here across the continent?
That evening you stop by the Sly Tankered . A rutty pub but alive with drink and dance. You can easily tell that a man or woman could lose themselves within this place. Everyone is boisterous, all but one table in the far corner. As you approach the two figures sitting with their backs to you rise and walk away without showing their face. Left at the table is a finely dressed Elf woman. Blue and Silver coloured hair and fine slightly yellow skin give a back drop to a nearly perfect figured face. Her form shows through the tight fitted dress even though you can see her discomfort in the outfit.
She gestures to sit as the bartender brings an ale, seemingly for you. As you take a seat you see now that even though this a fine dress it seems to be hiding several blades and other armaments.
She recants you with a tale told to her about a stout and strong willed ranger roaming across the lands in exile carving bloody paths looking for closure.
Trisela  introduces herself and offers you a path out of this endless cycle. The Ranger's Band  has extensive clout and is able to leverage much of its extensive resources towards helping members that prove themselves of worth. She sees your disdain for the subtle talk.
“Fine, you are like me. No taste for the frilliness of things,” as she lifts the dress with two fingers and a face of disgust. “You work for the Ranger's Band . There will be tasks that you need to complete. You will keep your ‘day job’ with the storm guild but we will have things for you to do as well.”
She leans forward as you can see more now of her ample form. “I have been told to expect great things from you.” She looks you over closely. “But I have my concerns and to that end, and as a sign of good faith I am willing to train you. I have been told your friends have traveled north. We have a training ground up near White Fal. Head there and then we will be able to get you further north. From there I have a task that I want to see if you can complete and put your new skills to use.” She leans back and grabs her cup. “What say you? Join us on this path and forge a new future that you choose? Or stay on this one running from everyone’s opinions of you?”