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I agree. I wouldn't let level dictate when a PC could begin building a small fort at least. History is full of inexperienced people that have somehow garnered power, either by wealth, or circumstance. In my campaign world, I consider squires as 1st level fighters and knights 2nd and higher level. It...

Something I'd like to try is clearing out an area of wilderness and building a fortress.
Then, depending on how well you do, you could attract more people to the area and watch it grow.

(Susanna comes out, carrying both spear and shield. If anyone gives her an odd look, she’ll just shrug and say “weapons should be used.”) She’ll ask Torus if he knows anything about the symbol on the shield. At his comment, she’ll quickly say, “what? What is it? Tell me please.” Torus looks at Susa...

Torus nods at the suggestion, "I shall accompany you, but first I need to return to my cottage to consult my other journals." Before excusing himself from the group, he looks at Susanna and stares a little too long as if trying to recall something. He mutters to himself, "hmmmm...that's strange..." ...

Susanna inspects the spear and shield with a warrior's eye. She notes that both are functional, not ceremonial. They both have been used but show signs of maintenance. A bit of dust covers each though. The room is empty but for the bed, made with a comforter, and a small table and wash basin. Same f...

Susanna picks a cottage at random and opens the door. It is similar in size as Cicero's cottage. At the end of the hall, she sees several open doors. Each opens into a bedroom with a neatly made bed. In one room, leaning against the wall is a bronze tipped spear and a wooden shield with a bronze shi...

Well, that's one way to go....

Bizenghast looks at the writing and it looks foreign to her. The letters don't look to be anything she is familiar with. Being a well prepared magic user, she has a quill and ink handy. Fishing it out, she listens as the man speaks, "Write it down...write your name...write about where you come from....

Bizenghast slips away from the rest of the party and finds herself in a cozy little cottage. Never had she imagined that a house as large as this could be her own. Her reverie is broken by a darkening at the doorway. A man in tattered robes stands, blocking the sunlight. He is resting on one crutch,...

Interesting....just let me scribble all these ideas down.....