we get told we are authorized to enact Brevoy's manifest destiny in
the Greenbelt, I'm thrilled with this because as my father's bastard I
can't really rise up in my own society but if I kick ass in the
Riverlands I will be able to fulfill my life's ambition to design and
build a great city.
We head to our contact in the area's fort and after meeting with him
get into an altercation with bandits. We kill two thirds of them and
assign the remaining few to work off their crimes at Oleg's trading post
after rewarding ourselves with everything they had of value, because as
we all know the adventurers code clearly states: "You can kill people
and take their stuff and its OK".
Once we did that and sold whatever at way too good of a return to
Oleg (does he not understand he's the only shop in town and can set
prices to whatever?) Oleg and his wife Svetlana get these golden
exclamation points over their heads and start popping out quests, we
collect a few quests that have me wondering if moon radishes aren't what
cocaine comes from in Golarion and divvy up our murder loot.
In our party we divide all treasure up into equal parts +1, and leave
the final share becomes the party fund. You see we feel that we are
important people, and as important people we should have the clothes,
cribs and unimportant hangers on that important people have so we set
aside a fund specifically for the purpose of buying things like food,
communal gear, pavilion tents, extra mounts, outfits and other silly
things that either make us look important or handle the little things we
basically don't need but helps us look like we are in charge. I call
it the Saint's Row school of management.