As I continued on my journey, I knew that I needed to start making a name for myself if I was going to achieve my ultimate goal of becoming a lord. I decided to start by joining one of the major factions in Calradia, hoping that I could work my way up through the ranks and gain the trust and respect of its leaders.
After weighing my options, I ultimately decided to join the Kingdom of Vlandia. Although they were not the most powerful faction in Calradia, I had a certain affinity for their culture and way of life. Plus, they were known for their skilled cavalry, which I hoped to learn from and emulate.
I traveled to Vlandia's capital city, Pravend, and sought out their lord, King Derthert. After a series of negotiations and tests of my abilities, he agreed to let me join his kingdom as a vassal. I was given a small fief, a village called Wendar, and put in charge of its affairs.
At first, it was a difficult task. The village was poor and plagued by bandits, and the local peasants were distrustful of me, a stranger from another land. But I was determined to succeed, and I threw myself into the task of improving the village's defenses and economy.
I spent my days training the local militia, building fortifications, and working with the villagers to establish better trade routes and agriculture practices. Slowly but surely, Wendar began to prosper, and the people there started to see me as a fair and just ruler.
But I knew that I couldn't rest on my laurels. The neighboring factions were always looking for opportunities to expand their territory, and I needed to make sure that Wendar was strong enough to defend itself against any threats.
I began to recruit warriors from nearby towns and villages, and trained them in the ways of mounted combat. I also started building relationships with other vassals in Vlandia, hoping to establish alliances and gain their support in case of war.
It wasn't long before my efforts were put to the test. A neighboring faction, the Battanians, launched a surprise attack on Wendar, hoping to take advantage of its perceived weakness. But I was ready for them. With the help of my trained warriors and the local militia, we were able to repel their attack and drive them back.
Word of my victory spread quickly, and soon other lords in Vlandia were taking notice of my skills and prowess. I was given more responsibilities within the kingdom, and my reputation as a formidable warrior and leader grew.
But I knew that I still had a long way to go before I could achieve my ultimate goal. There were still rival factions to contend with, and powerful lords who saw me as a threat. But I was determined to continue on my path, to build my power and influence, and one day, to claim my place as a true lord of Bannerlord.
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