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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Joshua Randall" data-source="post: 9545095" data-attributes="member: 7737">1We are dropped right into the action as we struggle down a snow-covered track, pulling a cart that carries the unconscious form of our mother, Marla, who has been sick for five days. We are just outside Delmer, her "clan village". Not sure why we waited so long to seek treatment for her….The book here does a nice job with subtle flavor text that tells us about ourselves and our world: we're on a mountain trail, specifically near a rugged cliff down to the ocean. We have well-muscled legs and we wear shepherd's boots. Our mother is swathed in thick furs. People organize themselves into clans.We can picture the scene in our head. We can see our breath in the air, feel the cold through the soles of our boots. Sense the desperation in our hearts about our mother.We're met just outside the village by Ulrik, our mother's first cousin, and two unnamed flunkies. Surely this other blood relative will be eager to save the life of --"Marla Delling will not enter Delmer, dead or alive!" Ulrik snarls as he draws a worn but sharp cutlass. "That was decided when she wed the demon who sired you!"Oh. It's like that? You threaten our mother's life AND you insult our dead father?But we can see that he's afraid: his hand shakes on the cutlass and the flunkies don't want to get any closer to us.[We are simply given the information that they are afraid rather than required to suss it out mechanically, which is disappointing. But fear not. Our first roll of the game is coming up next.]We can…(12) force our way past these men(40) bluff our way past using their fears of our father's sorcery</blockquote>

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