No country for weak men

System: Old-School Essentials
Deltakere: 1 GM, 2-5 players

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Anders Hedenbjörk-Lager

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Ever since I left that so-called town at the edge of the land of eternal ice, I’ve been freezing my butts off! And no trace of that were-whatever-thing we’re supposed to hunt down. Our best scout, Halross, says she’s been passing here, into this valley, but I get a bad feeling from all this silence, frost and snow. It’s empty here. No animals. No tracks. No nothing, but ice and snow. It’s not natural...

And now we’re stuck in this cave. The blizzard has lasted two days now, and our supplies are almost gone. Hell, I’d give a sack of gold for a cold ale and a hot wench in my lap right now.

I can smell the fear of the others - die of starvation or disgust here, or freeze to death out there. And some other not so pleasant smells too... Some choice, huh?

Maybe we can roast that gnome’s pony? Would have been nice with some food now... Or, we just roast the gnome... Everyone’s on the edge. No sign of the blizzard waning either. I reckon someone will snap soon...

Well, not me. Guess it’s time we get moving…

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