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"Hmmm... I honestly think just the two of us will do, personally. My information I must get to the Duke is not the most pressing in terms of time, but it is important and I would rather get there sooner rather than later. Whenever you are ready, I am ready as well! I hope we can avoid danger and...

"Well, to be honest, I don't have too terribly much else to check on. I want to make sure the townsfolk are alright around here, ensure things are appropriately cared for, and then head out. I am a little concerned about the safety of the road, so perhaps I can find a crossbow or... Anything...

I am a total novice on OSR play - I have been reading and loving OSR books like Shadowdark  and Outcast Silver Raiders, but I have never played or GM'd it. I see a wide variety of mechanical and narrative differences of course, but I want to hear what others think here. What design choices, if...

"Precisely so! The good Duke of Jol needs to be informed on some local matters, and I have been tasked with that very job. It sounds like both of us are unfamiliar with the southern roads. I have no substantial wealth to offer, but I have basic provisions, and traveling together is safer, all...

Just picked up, "Outcast Silver Raiders" - it's OSR alt. history for a dark ages Europe with blood magic. Simple rules, and I'm really digging the tone and art. Hoping to run a one shot in it soon!

"Hah! I'm actually in need of a travel companion. I was hoping you might be leaving town soon - I have business towards the Duchy of this land, and travelling the roads alone is unwise at the best of times. Do you plan on leaving anytime soon, Mr. Bigbottle?"

"An alchemist? Really? That sounds fascinating! I've read in books that Alchemists pursue an everlasting elixir - what is it? A philosopher's stone or some such? That must be incredible to come from such a noble tradition!"

"Ah, then my search was not in vain!" I settle into a seat next to him. "Well met, Gromm - I am Edmond of House Oldgate. From where do you hail? I assume Bigbottle isn't a family name - but that could be a horrid misunderstanding on my part."

I approach slowly, knowing the best idea of approaching a drunk man is to not startle them. Once I'm at least in his peripheral vision, I speak up to him. "Hello there, sir. You wouldn't happen to know of any traveling merchants in town, would you?" I glance over the various bottles, trying to...

I glance here and there, looking through the cold-swept town and the grassland to the south to find any signs of the dwarven merchant I'd heard tell of. Rübendorf always looked best with a nice coating of snow, but the winter seemed patchy here and there, the grasslands still visible. At least...

With my supplies, my lantern, a small knife, and the sigil of the family tucked away, I take one final breath, and step out into the cold. The wind is quite chilly, even for me, and the surrounding forestry encroaches on the old family manor. I glance about, finally spotting the snow-dressed...

Sorry for the late response! I think I've honestly been trying to figure out what exactly I do need. I know some resources that I have been unsure of where to start looking (I definitely am interested in finding people for art commissions and things like that!) but beyond that, it almost feels...

"Then I will seek them out in journey to the Duke. I don't doubt some court mage or skilled wizard in the lands between us and there. I will be cautious though - no need to just share this willy-nilly. Regardless... Thank you, mother." I embrace her tightly, lingering for a moment to look down...

I approach her with a nod and grim smile. "I suppose so. I did not expect to find this... What do you make of it? A bone needle with a chill touch to it. Pale and cold... Like me."

"Strange... Cold. Like me." I whisper, almost completely lost in the moment as I lift the needle. I look over the bone needle this way and that, before tucking it into my pocket, along with a thimble or cork to keep it in. How long has this been here? Who left it? There's still so many...

I stare for a long moment, likely longer than I should. My hand trembles once, twice, and then I slowly reach out to the item to grasp it between my fingers, letting its refractive glow wash against my pale skin.

What is that? I approach the white light, with a lump in my throat and a queasy, nervous excitement starting to well in my chest. What is this strange moon-like light? As I lean in to pull open the drawer, my eyes and nose are drawn to the old wood, smelling memories of running in here with my...

"Hello?" I call out, stepping cautiously into the space. I let my eyes wander over to the needle and thread, the drawers and spindles, trying my best to relax my shoulders and straighten up. I mustn't fear these unnatural things, I can control my faculties! I first approach the chairs and...

"I understand, I didn't mean to shame you. Thank you, mother. Thank you. I think it is time I sought some answers for myself." I reach down to the old lantern, and head to the old sewing room, curiosity and an undercurrent of dread flowing through my mind.

"... I see." I glance down at my nearby pack, to the lucky lantern I've kept around. Its light always helps find hidden things, so perhaps... Just maybe I could find something worth discovering. "Do you have any idea of who, or what, searches for me, Mother? It's... Disquieting, thinking of all...