The world of trade beckons with untold riches and dangerous secrets.

In Primacy, your adventurers start humbly as hired hands for anonymous merchants—guarding caravans, negotiating treacherous waters, and risking life and limb to protect valuable cargo. Yet, in this cutthroat world, every successful mission brings more than just gold—it brings fame and influence. Fame and influence that opens doors to those who shape the fate of kingdoms, control the flow of goods, and wield true power.

But the path to wealth and prestige is fraught with peril. Powerful organizations and secretive factions watch your every move, some seeking alliances, others eager to see you fail. You must navigate deadly rivalries, political intrigue, and the constant threat of betrayal. Whether through diplomacy, combat, or cunning, your group must learn to master the intricate web of Toril’s trade networks if they ever hope to build an empire of their own.

Will you rise to the top, controlling the flow of precious goods and securing your place among the elite? Or will your dreams be crushed beneath the weight of ruthless competitors and hostile forces?

What Has Happened Before

In a quiet lakeside village, four young outcasts made a choice—one that would ripple downriver and stir the underworld of Amn.

Kalen Grantham, son of a merchant, returned from his first trade run with more than just experience—he came back changed.

When rogue-for-hire Armand Lefay offered a smuggling job tied to a mysterious locked crate, Kalen didn’t say no. He brought Jasmin, a druid torn between home and adventure, and with Armand, Mika, a sharp-eyed mage with secrets of her own.

The job was supposed to be clean. Instead, it ended in blood.

Bruul of the River Rats got too close to the truth—and Armand made a call that started a war before anyone realized they were in one. Now the River Rats are looking for answers. The trade guilds are whispering. And in the streets of Crimmor, not all crates stay closed.

Their only way forward? Ride south, guard a wagon full of copper and smoked meat, and pray the road to Trademeet is quieter than the path behind them.

But it won’t be.

Not when you’re carrying ambition, blood on your hands, and a name the world hasn’t learned yet.

Primacy.