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 ==History==
-The Wealdhold is a relatively new feature on the Myrken Wood landscape, and specific information regarding its founding is unknown.  Traders traveling North Passage Down discovered the Wealdhold after the melt of winter snow in 214 [[Anno Regalis|AR]]  Wealdhold's growth coincides with the famine following the [[The Red-and-Gold Summer|Red-and-Gold Summer]], providing safe haven for transients, nomads, and the poor well outside Myrkentown's limits.
+The Wealdhold is a relatively new feature on the Myrken Wood landscape, and specific information regarding its founding is unknown.  Traders traveling North Passage Down discovered the Wealdhold after the melt of winter snow in 214 [[Anno Regalis|AR]].  Wealdhold's growth coincides with the famine following the [[The Red-and-Gold Summer|Red-and-Gold Summer]], providing safe haven for transients, nomads, and the poor well outside Myrkentown's limits.
 ==Rumors==

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−	The [[Wealdhold]], located approximately thirteen miles northwest of [[Myrkentown]], is a loose conglomeration of shacks, shanties, subsistence-level farmsteads and tented encampments in the region immediately east of ~~the~~ [[~~Golben Pit\|~~Golben]]. This ill-defined settlement stretches well into the East Weald, taking advantage of the forest for shelter and forage. Having been only recently acknowledged by passing traders and merchants, the Wealdhold is tentatively named for its most notable structure: the [[Look]], originally housing for labourers within the Pit, since abandoned and now partly fortified with materials scavenged from the surrounding area. As a recent-established and unsanctioned settlement no official census of the colony's population has been made.	+	The [[Wealdhold]], located approximately thirteen miles northwest of [[Myrkentown]], is a loose conglomeration of shacks, shanties, subsistence-level farmsteads and tented encampments in the region immediately east of [[Golben]]. This ill-defined settlement stretches well into the East Weald, taking advantage of the forest for shelter and forage. Having been only recently acknowledged by passing traders and merchants, the Wealdhold is tentatively named for its most notable structure: the [[Look]], originally housing for labourers within the Pit, since abandoned and now partly fortified with materials scavenged from the surrounding area. As a recent-established and unsanctioned settlement no official census of the colony's population has been made.

	==History==		==History==

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−	The [[Wealdhold]], located approximately thirteen miles northwest of [[Myrkentown]], is a loose conglomeration of shacks, shanties, subsistence-level farmsteads and tented encampments in the region immediately east of the [[Golben Pit]]. This ill-defined settlement stretches well into the East Weald, taking advantage of the forest for shelter and forage. Having been only recently acknowledged by passing traders and merchants, the Wealdhold is tentatively named for its most notable structure: the [[Look]], originally housing for labourers within the Pit, since abandoned and now partly fortified with materials scavenged from the surrounding area. As a recent-established and unsanctioned settlement no official census of the colony's population has been made.	+	The [[Wealdhold]], located approximately thirteen miles northwest of [[Myrkentown]], is a loose conglomeration of shacks, shanties, subsistence-level farmsteads and tented encampments in the region immediately east of the [[Golben Pit\|Golben]]. This ill-defined settlement stretches well into the East Weald, taking advantage of the forest for shelter and forage. Having been only recently acknowledged by passing traders and merchants, the Wealdhold is tentatively named for its most notable structure: the [[Look]], originally housing for labourers within the Pit, since abandoned and now partly fortified with materials scavenged from the surrounding area. As a recent-established and unsanctioned settlement no official census of the colony's population has been made.

	==History==		==History==

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	<br><p>Those weren't human patrols. Not Crown, not Myrken, but not unpeaceable, either. By the One, I'm in no position to turn down coin. I'll sell to anyone; greenfolk, I come to realize, want to survive just as much as any man does, and that means their purse is just as good to me.		<br><p>Those weren't human patrols. Not Crown, not Myrken, but not unpeaceable, either. By the One, I'm in no position to turn down coin. I'll sell to anyone; greenfolk, I come to realize, want to survive just as much as any man does, and that means their purse is just as good to me.
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 ==Rumors==
-From a transcript on file at the Myrken Wood [[Inquisitory]], dated mid-214 [[Anno Regalis|AR]].
+From a transcript on file at the Myrken Wood [[Myrkentown Inquisitory|Inquisitory]], dated mid-214 [[Anno Regalis|AR]].
 <blockquote>...word from the regulars peddling along North Passage Down that it would behoove me to see what was blooming up alongside that damned Golben pit.  I took my wares an hour or two off the main road and discovered a loud, stinking stain of tents and people surrounded by what few things belonged to them.  There were some residences, though nothing you or I'd want to live in.  Several dozen folks all-in-all, I estimated, but not a one of that mass seemed like they'd have anything of worth on them.  Before I could depart, I was approached by two broad fellows almost two-and-twenty hands high, long of tooth and yellow-eyed.  They was wearing cloaks and leather, asking me what my business was, said that they was on patrol and I was intruding.  I told them I had all manners of iron and bone ware for sale, but that was it, that was all I had.  They asked me if I might have a line to some mining tools for hard-rock work.  Said I might, said I could probably scrounge up some old picks if I put my mind to it.
 <br><p>Those weren't human patrols.  Not Crown, not Myrken, but not unpeaceable, either.  By the One, I'm in no position to turn down coin.  I'll sell to anyone; greenfolk, I come to realize, want to survive just as much as any man does, and that means their purse is just as good to me.

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 ==Rumors==
 From a transcript on file at the Myrken Wood [[Inquisitory]], dated mid-214 A.R.
-<blockquote>...word from the regulars peddling along North Passage Down that it would behoove me to see what was blooming up alongside that damned Golben pit.  I took my wares an hour or two off the main road and discovered a loud, stinking stain of tents and people surrounded by what few things that belonged to them.  There were some residences here and there, though nothing you or I'd want to live in.  Several hundred folks all-in-all, I estimated, but not a one of that mass seemed like they'd have anything of worth on them.  Before I could turn around to depart, I was appraoched by two broad fellows, tall blokes, almost two-and-twenty hands high, long of tooth and yellow-eyed.  They was wearing cloaks and leather, asking me what my business was, said that they was on patrol and I was intruding.  I told them I had all manners of iron and bone ware for sale, but that was it, that was all I had.  They asked me if I might have a line to some mining tools for hard-rock work.  Said I might, said I could probably scrounge up some old picks if I put my mind to it.
+<blockquote>...word from the regulars peddling along North Passage Down that it would behoove me to see what was blooming up alongside that damned Golben pit.  I took my wares an hour or two off the main road and discovered a loud, stinking stain of tents and people surrounded by what few things belonged to them.  There were some residences, though nothing you or I'd want to live in.  Several hundred folks all-in-all, I estimated, but not a one of that mass seemed like they'd have anything of worth on them.  Before I could depart, I was approached by two broad fellows almost two-and-twenty hands high, long of tooth and yellow-eyed.  They was wearing cloaks and leather, asking me what my business was, said that they was on patrol and I was intruding.  I told them I had all manners of iron and bone ware for sale, but that was it, that was all I had.  They asked me if I might have a line to some mining tools for hard-rock work.  Said I might, said I could probably scrounge up some old picks if I put my mind to it.
-<br><p>Those weren't human patrols, I take it.  Not Crown, not Myrken, but not unpeacable, either.  By the One, I'm in no position to turn down coin.  I'll sell to anyone; greenfolk, I come to realize, want to survive just as much as any man does, and that means their purse is just as good to me.
+<br><p>Those weren't human patrols.  Not Crown, not Myrken, but not unpeaceable, either.  By the One, I'm in no position to turn down coin.  I'll sell to anyone; greenfolk, I come to realize, want to survive just as much as any man does, and that means their purse is just as good to me.

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	<blockquote>...word from the regulars peddling along North Passage Down that it would behoove me to see what was blooming up alongside that damned Golben pit. I took my wares an hour or two off the main road and discovered a loud, stinking stain of tents and people surrounded by what few things that belonged to them. There were some residences here and there, though nothing you or I'd want to live in. Several hundred folks all-in-all, I estimated, but not a one of that mass seemed like they'd have anything of worth on them. Before I could turn around to depart, I was appraoched by two broad fellows, tall blokes, almost two-and-twenty hands high, long of tooth and yellow-eyed. They was wearing cloaks and leather, asking me what my business was, said that they was on patrol and I was intruding. I told them I had all manners of iron and bone ware for sale, but that was it, that was all I had. They asked me if I might have a line to some mining tools for hard-rock work. Said I might, said I could probably scrounge up some old picks if I put my mind to it.		<blockquote>...word from the regulars peddling along North Passage Down that it would behoove me to see what was blooming up alongside that damned Golben pit. I took my wares an hour or two off the main road and discovered a loud, stinking stain of tents and people surrounded by what few things that belonged to them. There were some residences here and there, though nothing you or I'd want to live in. Several hundred folks all-in-all, I estimated, but not a one of that mass seemed like they'd have anything of worth on them. Before I could turn around to depart, I was appraoched by two broad fellows, tall blokes, almost two-and-twenty hands high, long of tooth and yellow-eyed. They was wearing cloaks and leather, asking me what my business was, said that they was on patrol and I was intruding. I told them I had all manners of iron and bone ware for sale, but that was it, that was all I had. They asked me if I might have a line to some mining tools for hard-rock work. Said I might, said I could probably scrounge up some old picks if I put my mind to it.

−	<br><p>Those weren't human patrols, I take it. Not Crown, not Myrken, but not unpeacable, either. By the One, I'm in no position to turn down coin. I'll sell to anyone; greenfolk, I come to realize, want to survive just as much as any man does, and that means their purse is just as good to me.~~</blockquote>~~	+	<br><p>Those weren't human patrols, I take it. Not Crown, not Myrken, but not unpeacable, either. By the One, I'm in no position to turn down coin. I'll sell to anyone; greenfolk, I come to realize, want to survive just as much as any man does, and that means their purse is just as good to me.