Carrying the Banner of a Charlatan

The particulars of today's session– specifically that of Dražan's exploratory commission– needs be given definition. It appears that the exploration of the large tract of Wyrd to the west will be on the minds of our gold-hungry, bravado-filled heroes– before I get myself into trouble, I'm best to define the terms of their agreement. 

Duke Dražan the Twice-Dead

As much of a renowned charlatan, mountebank, and all-round leech that Dražan is (having made a profession off of begging the Prince's money), it appears he tires of his usual rakehellery and fraud in the palace compound. For unknown reasons, Dražan has called upon the typical crowd of vagrants, freebooters, condottiere, and pilgrims for one reason: to explore the Wyrd beyond the pass of the Western Mountains, in Dražan's name.

For those who carry Dražan's banner (a bawdy affair of two fluttering tails and a depiction of St. Dvorovost with an eerily similar visage to Dražan), the Twice-Dead Duke offers bounty upon each return of an exploratory party. These amount to the following:

30 grivna for each five-mile hex explored; although this quant old explorer's metric is hardly in use, Dražan is reviving it here. 

100 grivna for each amicable settlement explored; preferably exploitable inhabitants, if you please. 

A variable sum, given in proportion to sites of distinct interest; Hopefully, discoverers will have the decency to clear the place of any disheartening foes or creatures. 

Access to the Esteemed Guild of Hirelings, including their fine ranks of men-at-arms and bravos, shield-bearers and torch-bearers, porters and loot-haulers. For pre-organized exploratory parties, the armour and union costs of up to three hirelings will be on-the-house.

Room and Board in one of the many coffee houses for which Dražan offers patronage. 

The Wyrd of the West 

The area beyond those Western mountains– a vast and verdant valley– was lost perhaps two hundred years ago to the Wyrd. Ever since that day, few have travelled there and none have returned. Of course, rumour abounds as to the place's contents: anywhere from a river that reaches the Pomegranate Sea to the pleasure-palaces of the Old Ones themselves. Indeed, it is a place of myth and legend, and many would-be heroes are champing at the bit to explore it.